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"Actually He's The Boss. I Just Pay For Everything And Design Everything, Make Everyone Look Cooler."

𝗘𝗡- 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘 (𝗫𝗫𝗫) || 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡

i just rewatched iland 1 and I'm in my Ni-Ki feels, giving you the bills of my therapy session 🤩

Sick Days | N.RK

「pairing」 : riki x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1.8k

「synopsis」 : when your project partners ditch their work you are left to pick up their slack, working overtime to get it done before the due date. then to top it off you just so happen to get sick as well but you can't let that stop you so you work anyways. however, when riki catches you he makes sure that you're taken care of and that the project is pushed to the side and of course a few lectures here and there.

「genre」 : fluff and comfort

「warnings」 : some kissing, skinship, cussing, petnames (babe, princess, love...), pretty sure that's it!

「notes」 : this is for my bbg (@rikstar) because I know she hasn't been feeling very well so I hope you get to feeling better my love and that this brings you some comfort and smile to your face <3

It was well after midnight, and you were still perched at your desk, working tirelessly on a project for school. Seeing as all of your partners left you to do everything on your own at the last second so you were busting your ass to try and get it done before the end of the weekend. 

"dammit." you groaned, sniffling because your nose was starting to run once more. Dropping the pen in your hand, you reach over and grab the box of tissues that were sitting behind your laptop. 

As if being left with all of the group work wasn't bad enough, you had gotten sick. You woke up with a high fever, a runny nose, and a throat so sore you could barely speak. 

After blowing your nose, you throw the tissue into the bin next to your desk before grabbing the hand sanitizer. You rub the alcohol gel all over your hands, sniffing again due to the intense smell. 

Then you sat in silence, staring blankly at the laptop screen, trying to will yourself to finish it so you could sleep. You ran your fingers through your hair before slouching forward to continue your work, peeking at your notes every so often.

A scream erupted from your lungs when two hands came down on your shoulder, your body twisting around to defend yourself from your attacker. Coughs racked your lungs as you looked up, seeing none other than your boyfriend standing there, a smirk adorning his features. 

"Holy shit, Riki, you can't just-" You were cut off by a string of coughs, your body hunching away from Riki. 

Worry immediately courses through Riki's mind, hands moving to pat your back softly. His eyes moved around to look at your desk, taking in the papers and pens that were thrown haphazardly around, your laptop turned on with the project presentation still up, and then the tissues that were either in the bin or sitting on your desk in a small pile. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you were sick, but his eyebrows scrunched together as he read some of the notes in your notebook. Hadn't that been your partners' section? 

Once the coughing fit was over, you inhaled deeply, blinking away the years that had started to brim on your waterline. Looking up, you met Riki's gaze, guilt hitting you like a brick when you saw the mixture of annoyance, worry, and disappointment swirling in his eyes. 

"Ri–"

"Why are you doing your partners' part?" His tone came out a lot rougher than he had intended, causing you to flinch slightly. You swallowed thickly, trying to find the words to say because you knew he would lecture you about taking on so much work. However, your lack of response was more than enough of an answer for the tall male. 

Reaching over, he shut your laptop, causing you to panic slightly. His hands reach out to grab it. 

"Hey! I still need to finish that!" you exclaimed, opening the screen, but Riki shut it once more. 

"I came over to check on you because you haven't answered your phone all day," he starts, grabbing the device and holding it out of your reach. I just found you overworking yourself on a group project, but let me guess, they dropped their parts on you at the last second? Not to mention you're sick, y/n." Riki rambled on, walking over to your dresser to set the laptop down.

"Riki, I am fine," you start to say as you stand. However, due to your fatigue and having sat down for so long, your legs felt like jelly, causing you to stumble. Your vision went fuzzy as you fell into Riki's arms, hand covering your eyes because the lights seemed to have grown ten times brighter. 

"Yes, because I would consider this fine." Riki rolled his eyes before leaning down, picking up your frail body. A soft gasp fell from your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck to keep you steady, even if you knew he wouldn't let you go anywhere. 

"Babe, put me down. I need to finish the project," you whined, your voice coming out hoarse as you tried to get out of his hold. 

"No, you've done enough for today," his voice was stern. He looked down at you, watching as you groaned before sneezing. Even if he was upset with you, he couldn't help but find the small squeak you just let out to be the cutest thing. 

Without you struggling anymore, he made his way to the bathroom, pushing the door open with his foot and flicking the light on. Walking into the cool room, he sat you down on the edge of the tub.

You watched him with tired eyes, exhaustion finally setting in after being pulled away from your work. Seconds later, the sound of running water filled the room.

"Have you eaten anything?" Riki dried his hand off on his sweats after making sure that the temperature was just right, his eyes finding your dazed form. 

Blinking a few times, you move to meet his eyes, and before you can even answer him, the sound of a deep grumble fills the room. Heat crept up your neck, painting your cheeks red but also making you slightly light-headed. Riki couldn't help but chuckle, standing to his feet and stepping in front of you. 

"Get in the bath, and I'll fix you something to eat," he whispered softly, bending down slightly to press his lips to your forehead as you looked up at him. You hummed in contentment, his lips lingering for a few moments before he pulled away. "Or do you need my help getting undressed, too?" he teased, causing you to pout, hit his chest with the back of your hand, and grumble.

Once he was out of the room, you carefully stripped out of your clothes and threw them into the hamper. Turning the tap off, you slipped into the warm water, allowing it to relax your muscles and clear your mind.

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Not even ten minutes later, Riki was walking back into the room, his eyes falling on your still form. Shaking his head softly, he couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you would have dozed off.

Walking over to the tub, he grabbed the stool that was sitting next to the counter and placed it next to the tub. Sitting down, he carefully grabbed your hair, pulling the elastic out, resulting in your grumbling. 

“You can’t fall asleep in the tub, goof.” He rested his hands on your shoulders after running his fingers through your hair to flatten it a bit.

“‘M so sleepy…” You mumbled, pushing more into his hands, his skin warm against yours.

“Well, if you were resting instead of slaving away all day, you probably wouldn’t be so tired.” He teased, causing your bottom lip to jut out into a pout, doe-eyes glancing back at him.

“I needed to get it done,” You huffed but soon relaxed as Riki started pressing his thumbs into the knots in your shoulders, coaxing them to untangle. A soft sigh falls from your lips as your head lays back, Riki’s fingers still working out all of the tension in your neck and shoulders.

“Why haven’t you said anything to your professor?” He asked, pulling you out of your trance-like state.

Opening your eyes, you looked up at him. " It’s pointless. The project is due on Wednesday, so he’d just tell me to figure it out.”

Riki felt an annoyance bubble in his gut once more. It was completely unfair to you to do all of the work, especially when your partners decided to duck out. Shaking his head, he pulled his hands away from your shoulders, listening to the small whine of protest that fell from your lips.

“Well, how about this?” he stood from his seat, walking over to the towel rack. You call it a night and relax all day tomorrow, and I’ll help you with the project on Sunday.”

You reach forward to unplug the tub drain before glancing at him, “Riki, I need to get-”

“No ifs, ands, or buts.” He walked back to you, helping you stand to your feet before letting you wrap the cotton towel around your body. “Princess, you are sick; you need rest. I promise you that the project will be there later.” He cupped your face, bringing your attention to him and resting his forehead against yours. " Okay?”

Letting out a defeated sigh, you nod, “Okay.”

He smiles sweetly, peppering kisses all over your face before leaning down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. You whined, pushing against his chest, telling him that he was going to get sick, but he reassured you that it was fine before pressing one last lingering kiss to your lips.

The both of you then made your way back into your bedroom, and Riki pulled out an oversized shirt and a pair of sleep shorts and undergarments. He helped you pull the clothes on your body, worried that you might fall over and hurt yourself if he left you to your own devices.

“Wanna watch a movie?” He asked as you got settled in the bed, the bowl of soup Riki made for you sitting in your lap. Taking a bite, you nod your head at him, eyes flickering from him to the television that is sitting on your dresser.

After you finished your soup, the two of you got comfortable on the bed. Riki pulled you into his chest as he picked a random cartoon to play. He then glances down at you, seeing that you are already dozing off once more.

Smiling softly, he kissed the top of your head and made sure the covers were pulled up enough. The soft sound of the cartoon characters talking lulls you to sleep, as well as the sound of Riki’s heartbeat.

“I wish you would take better care of yourself, love.” He whispered, not taking his eyes off of your face, not expecting your eyes to open, surprising him a bit.

“I’m sorry,” Your voice trailed on as you averted your eyes, guilt eating at your mind once more. However, Riki was quick to clock it, taking your chin in his hand and pulling your gaze back to him.

“You work so hard, but you have to remember to take time for yourself, too.” He spoke softly, his thumb caressing your warm cheek. “Plus, it’s okay to lean on others in times of need. I want you to know that you can lean on me.” He added, causing you to bite your lip and nod.

“I will, I’m sorry.” You mumbled, a small pout forming on your lips, causing him to laugh lightly.

“It’s okay, but now go to sleep.” He placed his palm over your face, causing you to gasp and smack his hand away with a playful glare, which only made him laugh, the sound like music to your ears.

Shaking your head, you snuggle into his body, lying your head on his chest before drifting off to sleep. You're already feeling a bit better than you had an hour before.

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𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 || (𝗲𝗻- 𝗰𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀)

"Maybe your army comes and maybe it's too much for us but it's all on you. Because if we can't protect the Earth, you can be damned well sure we'll avenge it."

SYNOPSIS: 7 guys that have the power to change the world for good in a unique way, sure they can mess the whole city they are battling or end in another universe, but one thing is sure, they will always comeback home for some love.

PAIRING: Iron Man!Jay x Park Industries CEO and wife!reader (the reader is fem bodied) || GENRE: smut, crack || W.C: +7.8k || TRIGGER WARNING: Oral (f), breast play, emotional intimacy, dirty talk, petnames (slut, pretty girl, baby and more), dom Jay, unprotect sex, pregnancy sex, cum play, breast milk play, lots of eye contact, Jay is so down bad for you and your daughter, mention of Nick Fury and Jake's appereance.

The morning welcomed the whole city of Seoul, casting a golden hue over the skyline and stirring life into its bustling streets. Jay looked at the view, feeling a sense of calmness. He sipped his coffee, contemplating the day ahead. It was rare for him to find a moment of peace, but when he did, he cherished it. He looked at a specific picture on the wall a few meters next to him and smiled at the view of you and your daughter at your daughter's first music recital, feeling it his heart and not the piece of metal he had—that warm sensation of love.

"Friday, what's on the agenda today?" Jay asked, his voice crisp and clear.

"Good morning, boss. You have a meeting with the board at 10 AM, a tech presentation at MIT at 3 PM, and dinner with your wife at 7 PM." Friday's smooth voice responded.

"Cancel the board meeting, move the dinner to 21:00, and tell MIT I'll be fashionably late; I need to buy an anniversary gift." Jay said it with a smirk.

"Understood, boss. Anything else?" Friday inquired.

"Yeah, where's my daughter?" Jay started to walk to the door of his room as he was speaking.

"She's having breakfast."

Jay made his way down the hallway, the sounds of the city gradually fading as he approached the kitchen. As he entered, he saw his daughter, Ella, seated at the counter while you were serving waffles for her, her plate piling up as he decorated her pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries. She looked up, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Daddy!" She jumped where she was from where she was, and you look at your husband; he couldn't help but smile at the view of you and your 6-month pregnant belly. You were glowing.

Jay walked over and wrapped his arms around you from behind, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. "Good morning, love," he whispered, his eyes full of affection.

Ella bounced on her seat and said, "Daddy, look! Mommy made my favorite!" She pointed at her elaborately decorated plate of waffles, her enthusiasm infectious.

"Well, it looks like Mommy's outdone herself again," Jay said. "What are those? Crickets wrapped in a blanket?"

You laughed, rolling your eyes at Jay’s playful comment. "Waffles, Jay. Not everything is an exotic dish from your latest adventure."

Jay chuckled, giving your belly a gentle pat. "Alright, alright. Waffles, it is. Just making sure you two aren't plotting to expand your culinary horizons without me."

Ella giggled, her eyes wide with admiration. "Daddy, you're so funny! And I know why it is."

Jay got near your ear and asked, "Does she know I use sarcasm and humor because of my traumas?"

"Jay, she's five. She doesn't even know what trauma is."

"And can you tell me what my secret is?"

"You're Iron Man, daddy!"

Jay raised an eyebrow, his trademark smirk returning.

"Before coming to eat, I found her playing with your masks." You pointed at the mask that was sitting on the counter. "You can imagine my heart attack."

Jay went to the mask, kneeling down to her as the little one avoided his gaze, just like he does when he does something wrong.

"How did you find... this?" He kocked on the mask that was actually not his but a gift for you, but you shouldn't know that. Yet.

"The garage…"

"Oh really?" The playful tone in Jay's voice was very obvious as he was looking at his child. "Were you looking for it, or did it simply happen to be in the reach of your naughty hands?"

"No way! I just found it, though."

Jay looked at you, seeing a playful smile on your face at the scene they were creating, having our trip in memory land when you two had that type of situation.

"Yep, she's my daughter." He grabbed the little girl in his arms as he took a piece of waffle off Ella’s plate and popped it into his mouth, earning a playful swat from you.

"Hey! Those are for her!" You chided, trying to sound stern but failing to hide your smile.

Jay winked at Ella, then turned to you. "Don’t worry, love. I’ll get my own in a minute. But first, let's have a quick family meeting. How are my two favorite girls feeling today?"

You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "We're good. Ella’s excited for her playdate this afternoon, and as for me, well, I’m just trying to keep up with this little one and work." You placed a hand on your belly, feeling the gentle flutter of your growing baby.

Jay’s eyes softened. "You're doing an amazing job. Both of you." He turned to Ella. "And you, princess, are you ready for our big day?"

The little girl nodded with happiness. You gave a small kiss to the little girl and a peck to Jay's lips, your lips lingering in his for a moment.

"Everywhere but the garage."

Jay chuckled, giving Ella a conspiratorial wink. "Alright, I'll make sure to lock the garage from now on. No more secret missions in there, okay?"

Ella giggled, nodding vigorously. "Okay, Daddy! But can we play superheroes today?"

Jay feigned deep thought, tapping his chin. "Hmm, superheroes, you say? Well, I just cleared my schedule for some crime-fighting fun. What do you think, Mommy?"

You smiled, watching the bond between your husband and daughter with a heart full of love. "I think that sounds like a great idea. But first, you need to eat your breakfast, Ella."

Ella eagerly returned to her waffles, and Jay pulled out a chair to sit beside her. "So, princess, what kind of superhero are we talking about? The flying kind, the super strength kind, or, I don't know, maybe the genius inventor kind?"

Ella pondered, her face scrunching up in concentration. "I want to be like you, Daddy! A genius inventor!"

Jay’s smile widened. "That's such a genius inventor's answer. We'll start with some inventing after breakfast, then."

As Ella finished her meal, Jay turned to you, his expression softening. "How are you feeling, really? Anything you need?"

You reached out to touch his hand, appreciating his concern. "I'm good, Jay. I'm going to some meetings and see the company."

Jay nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "Well, make sure you rest today. We’ve got everything under control here."

"I'll rest at our dinner because…" Your lips went to his ear, and he held your waist a little. "Ella's staying with my mother's tonight."

His eyes went wide as you left the room, scanning your body from head to toe, even taking a pick on your ass when you kissed your daughter on the way so you could change into your clothes and go straight to work.

"I'm done, Daddy! Let's play!" Ella took her plate to the sink, running to Jay as she sewed his pants to catch his attention.

"Yeah, playtime." He went to the sink to clean her plate and picked her up after he dried his hands. They both went down a path that they both knew by heart.

"Daddy, mommy told us not to go to the garage."

"We're going to my office."

"But the office is your garage." Jay gently put his child on the floor, standing as she looked at him with her big eyes. Jay's eyes have that characteristic mischievousness.

"Exactly."

Jay grinned as he led Ella to the garage, which, as she had rightly pointed out, doubled as his office. The place was a maze of half-built gadgets, prototypes, and blueprints, a testament to Jay’s tireless work ethic and unending curiosity.

“Daddy, what are we going to invent today?” Ella asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

Jay kneeled beside her, his face serious. “Well, princess, today is a very special day. We’re going to create something extraordinary. How would you like your very own Iron Man suit?”

Ella’s eyes widened even further. “Really? My own suit? Like yours?”

“Exactly like mine, but smaller. And maybe pink. Or purple. What do you think?”

“Pink! Pink is my favorite!” Ella clapped her hands in delight.

“Pink it is,” Jay agreed, ruffling her hair. He moved to his workbench and pulled out a tablet, starting to sketch out designs for the suit. Ella watched, her face a mix of awe and curiosity.

“Daddy, can I help?” she asked.

“Of course, sweetheart. Here, you can help me choose the colors and some of the cool gadgets we’re going to put in your suit.”

Ella’s face lit up as she eagerly joined in, picking out colors and pointing to different gadgets she wanted in her suit. Jay let her imagination run wild, adding her suggestions to the design. The garage echoed with their laughter and the sounds of their collaborative brainstorming.

You were walking inside the house after five hours outside working until you started your maternity license. You felt really tired, but you just couldn't miss this opportunity to keep on learning about being the CEO of the company.

Everything was pretty quiet, making you curious because Jay and Ella weren't really quiet people in general. You saw on the kitchen table a sticky note with a message from her husband.

"We went to the park; go upstairs for your gift."

Below that message, there were both your daughter's name and his, making you smile fondly as you went to the shared bedroom. Surprise invaded your body as you saw the whole massage team there with all the supplies and everything to make you relax. A young girl went to you after they all bowed to you.

"Miss, Park. Welcome. Are you ready for your massage?"

Downstairs, the garage looked like a hurricane had swept through it. Pieces of metal, wires, and tools were scattered everywhere, but in the middle of it all stood Jay and Ella, both covered in smudges of grease and paint but grinning from ear to ear.

“Alright, princess, we’ve got the basic structure ready. Now, let’s power this baby up,” Jay said, moving to a large machine in the corner of the garage.

Ella watched in awe as Jay connected the suit to the machine, explaining every step in a way that only a genius inventor could. “This, my dear, is the arc reactor. It’s the heart of the suit. It’ll give you the power to do incredible things.”

He flipped a switch, and the suit hummed to life. Lights blinked on, and the suit’s eyes glowed a bright blue. Ella’s face was a picture of pure joy.

“Wow, Daddy! It’s amazing!” she exclaimed.

Jay grinned, feeling a swell of pride. “And it’s all yours, princess. Now, let’s get you in there and see how it fits.”

He helped Ella into the suit, adjusting the straps and making sure everything was secure. Ella wobbled a bit at first, but with Jay’s guidance, she quickly found her balance.

“How do you feel, Iron Princess?” Jay asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I feel like a superhero, Daddy!” Ella beamed, striking a pose.

“Then let’s see what you can do,” Jay said, stepping back to give her space.

Ella took a tentative step forward, then another, gaining confidence with each step. She giggled as she moved around, the suit’s servos whirring softly.

“You’re a natural, princess,” Jay said, clapping his hands. “Now, how about we try some of the gadgets?”

Ella nodded eagerly. Jay walked her through the suit’s various features, from the repulsor beams to the mini rockets. Ella tried them all, her laughter filling the garage.

“Daddy, this is the best day ever!” she said, her eyes shining with happiness.

Jay felt his heart melt. “I’m glad you’re having fun, princess. You deserve it.”

Just then, a loud crash came from behind them. Jay turned to see you standing in the doorway, your mouth open in shock, with your bathrobe wrapping your body and a face mask.

“Jay, what on earth is going on here? And why did you both lie? I had to send Jake to look for the both of you at the damn park.” You exclaimed, taking in the chaotic scene and letting your fury out.

Jay scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin on his face. “Uh, well, you see, Ella and I were just bonding.”

“Bonding?” You repeated, your eyes narrowing. “It looks like a tornado hit the garage.”

Ella ran up to you, still in her suit. “Look, Mommy! Daddy made me an Iron Man suit! Isn’t it cool?”

Your eyes went up to Jay's, him copying the same action Ella did with her mask. You felt anger but relaxed a bit when you looked at your daughter being happy with his pretty, yet dangerous, suit.

You sighed, shaking your head but unable to suppress a smile. “It is pretty cool, sweetheart. But, Jay, this is a bit much, don’t you think?”

Jay shrugged, his expression unapologetic. “She wanted to play superheroes, and I thought, why not make it as authentic as possible? I'm sorry, I can't focus because of your face. Is that avocado?” he tried to touch it, gaining a small slap in his hand.

"Really? A suit? I thought that we promised she wouldn't have a suit until she was 18."

"Correction. You did."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up. “Alright, Iron Man, you win this round. But next time, let's stick to toys that don’t come with a potential for explosion.”

Jay grinned, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “Deal. Now, how about we all head to the backyard? I promised Ella some outdoor superhero training.”

You glanced at Ella, who was beaming with excitement, and then back at Jay. “Fine, but the suit stays here.”

Jay nodded, giving Ella a playful wink. “You heard your mom, princess. Suit off for now. We’ll have plenty of time to save the world later.”

Ella pouted but nodded obediently. “Okay, Daddy. But can I wear it again tomorrow?”

“We’ll see,” Jay said, helping her out of the suit. “Now, let’s get cleaned up and head out. Superheroes need their fresh air too.”

"Also, Ella needs to get ready to go to their grandparents while I finish my massage."

"Oh, right, are you liking it?"

"I did. I was so relaxed until I got a call from Jake that you weren't at the park, and I got stressed again."

"I'm sorry, mommy." Ella's voice broke the conversation, and you scrunched to her size, clicking on one of the buttons to open the mask externally.

"I know you are darling. But we will set rules. This suit stays here, not shooting stuff, and you will do it with my supervision or dad's. Are we clear?"

"Yes, mommy." You looked at Jay; he was already out of his suit.

"Clear?"

"Like Fury's head." You took your daughter's hands as you both walked out of the garage, your hands stopping on Jay's chest. "What?"

"Friday, what time is it?"

"It's 4:30, ma'am."

"And what time was he supposed to be at MIT?"

"At 3 PM, ma'am," he sighed as he went to your daughter, kissing her forehead as a gesture of apology.

"Princess, training is cancelled. Go get ready with mom to be dropped off by Jake at grandma's. We will pick you up tomorrow."

"Where are you going?"

"To give a speech at a university." The little girl hugged his dad, giving a cute smile as she broke the hug.

"Go and be a hero, daddy."

Ella's words warmed Jay's heart, and he knelt to her level, giving her a tight hug. "I’ll be back before you know it, princess. You be good for Grandma and Grandpa, okay?"

Ella nodded eagerly. "Okay, Daddy! And don’t forget, you promised me superhero training!"

Jay chuckled, giving her a final kiss on the forehead before standing up. "I won’t forget. Now go get ready with Mommy."

A few hours later, after a successful and engaging presentation, Jay returned home. He was met with silence, a stark contrast to the usual lively atmosphere, but he knew why.

He went to his walking closet to see any suit to wear, Jake coming right after he was called to help him a little bit.

"Can you believe it's already been eight years?"

"I can believe the fact you settle down for good and with a good woman by your side." Jay smiled at his best friend.

"I had so many girls adn the one I needed the most was by my side. Thank God I realized that soon."

"Did you just thank God."

"She made me believe in miracles." Jay adjusted his suit, ignoring the playful smile in the australian's face.

"You're down bad, Park."

"I know. And I won't hide it." Jay extended his hand and Jake gave him the key of his Audi R8.

He ascended the stairs after that, his heart beating faster with each step. As he reached the top, he saw you standing at the end of the hallway, wearing a stunning long red dress that hugged your figure perfectly. Your hair cascaded down in soft waves, and your makeup accentuated your natural beauty.

Jay's breath caught in his throat. "Wow," he said, his voice filled with awe. "You look absolutely breathtaking."

You smiled, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Thank you, Jay. You don’t look so bad yourself."

Jay closed the distance between you, his eyes never leaving yours. He took your hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. "Happy anniversary, love," he whispered.

"Happy anniversary," you replied, feeling a surge of love and gratitude for the man standing before you.

Jay wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "I’m so glad we have this night to ourselves," he said softly. "It’s been too long since we had a proper date."

You nodded, resting your head against his chest. "I know. But it’s worth it. Our family, our work, everything we’ve built together… it’s all worth it."

Jay tilted your chin up, his eyes shining with emotion. "You’re worth it. You and our children," he rub your belly with love, a smile in his face. "Are everything to me."

You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. "And you’re everything to us, Jay. Now, let’s go celebrate."

He kissed you deeply, pouring all his love and passion into the moment. When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your hearts pounding in unison.

"Let's go," Jay said, offering you his arm. "Our chariot awaits."

You laughed, taking his arm as you both descended the stairs. Outside, a sleek black car was waiting, its driver holding the door open for you. Jay helped you inside, then slid in beside you.

The drive to the restaurant was filled with laughter and light conversation, the city lights creating a beautiful backdrop for your anniversary celebration. When you arrived, Jay led you to a private table overlooking the river, the moonlight casting a warm glow over everything.

The dinner was perfect, a symphony of flavors that danced on your taste buds. But it was the company that made the evening truly special. Jay's wit and charm kept you entertained, and the way he looked at you made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

As the night deepened, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Jay's eyes sparkled with mischief and love, and you couldn't help but get lost in them. The restaurant's soft, ambient music provided the perfect background for your intimate evening.

"Do you remember our first date?" Jay asked, his voice low and full of nostalgia.

You chuckled, taking a sip of your wine. "How could I forget? You took me to that tiny Italian place on the corner, and we ended up dancing in the rain afterward."

Jay grinned. "I remember thinking that night how lucky I was to have found you. And I still do."

You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks. "You always know just what to say."

He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. "That's because I mean every word."

As dessert was served, Jay leaned in closer, his gaze becoming more intense. "You know, I’ve been thinking about tonight for a while," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

"Oh? And what exactly have you been thinking about?" you teased, a playful glint in your eye.

Jay’s thumb brushed over your knuckles, sending a shiver up your spine. "How much I want to make tonight special for you. I want to remind you how much you mean to me."

You felt your heart race at his words, a surge of desire mixing with the deep love you felt for him. "You don’t need to remind me, Jay. I feel it every day."

He smiled, his eyes darkening with a familiar heat. "Even so, I plan to spoil you tonight. And not just with words."

After dinner, Jay led you back to the car, his hand warm and firm around yours. The drive home was filled with a comfortable silence, the air between you charged with anticipation.

As you stepped into the house, Jay gently pulled you into his arms, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. You melted into him, feeling the world fade away until it was just the two of you.

Jay broke the kiss, his breath hot against your skin. "Upstairs," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

You nodded, unable to speak as you let him lead you to your bedroom. The door closed behind you with a soft click, and suddenly, everything else ceased to matter.

Jay’s hands were on you, exploring, caressing, igniting fires wherever they touched. He kissed you deeply, passionately, his lips trailing down your neck, making you gasp.

"Jay," you breathed, your hands tangling in his hair as he lifted you, carrying you to the bed.

He laid you down gently, his hands took the straps of your dress, slipping them to your shoulders as his fingertips touched you gracefuly, his eyes raking over your body with a mix of love and lust as he realized you weren't even wearing a bra. "

You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his voice reverent as he joined you on the bed.

You pulled him closer, your lips finding his again in a desperate kiss. "Show me," you whispered against his lips. "Show me how much you love me."

Jay didn’t need any more encouragement. His hands and lips were everywhere, worshipping your body, making you feel cherished and desired in a way only he could.

He helped you sitting down for a moment, taking off completly your dress, leaving you with only your piece of underwear, the stretchmarks of your skin showing in his view as he watched your small pregnancy belly.

Jay's fingertips traced the delicate patterns of your stretch marks with tender reverence, his lips following suit, kissing each mark as if they were precious treasures. His gaze met yours, filled with love and admiration.

"You're even more beautiful now," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion.

Your heart swelled at his words, feeling a rush of love and desire for this man who saw you, truly saw you, and loved every part of you.

"Jay," you whispered, pulling him closer, his hand landing next to your face in order to not put preassure on you, taking care of the baby that was about to come. He kissed you deeply, pouring all his love and passion into the moment.

"I'm taking care of everything tonight." He trailed a sequence of wet kisses from your jaw to the valley of your breats , leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands followed, caressing and teasing every inch of your skin, his touch igniting a hunger deep within you. You moaned softly, arching your back, craving more of his touch.

Jay's lips moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles on your stomach, his hands gently cradling your growing belly. He worshipped every curve, every mark, reminding you that you were a goddess, a vessel of love and life.

"Thank you."

"For what baby?"

"For helping me out all this years, my alcohol problems, my really messed up era and from being here after all, but not as my assitant that I was blindly in love with but I was too drunk to realize, but as my wife and mother of my soon to be two children."

You felt tears welling up in your eyes as Jay's heartfelt words filled the room. The depth of his gratitude and love washed over you, reaffirming the bond you shared. His fingers continued to trace delicate circles on your belly, a silent acknowledgment of the life growing within you.

With a surge of emotion, you pulled Jay closer, your lips meeting in a passionate embrace. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, intertwining with the desire that pulsed between you. Tonight was about more than just physical pleasure; it was about celebrating your love, your journey together, and the new chapter you were about to embark on as parents.

Jay's hands moved sensually across your body, his touch igniting a fire within you that burned brighter with every caress. Your breath hitched as he gently removed your last remaining piece of underwear, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, yet utterly safe in his embrace.

His mouth found its way to your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on.Jay's hands roamed lower, slipping past the waistband of your underwear, his fingers finding your most sensitive spot. He circled his thumb over your clit, causing your breath to hitch and your body to arch off the bed.

"Jay," you moaned, your voice filled with need. He continued his ministrations, his touch becoming more intense, his fingers delving deeper, driving you to the edge of ecstasy. His lips left a trail of wet kisses along your abdomen, his warm breath fanning across your skin, heightening your arousal.

You were lost in a sea of sensation, surrendering yourself completely to Jay's touch. His fingers moved with expert precision, his mouth continuing its exploration of your body, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

It's very common for parents to actually have time to have this type of moments, him working being Iron Man, you leading the company he built and both of you parenting being a blessing but a curse at the same time, lacking sexual moments mayority of the time. But when they ocurred, you both enjoy it, because love they were rare and precious. Tonight was no exception, and Jay was determined to make every second count.

Your body trembled, your muscles tightening as pleasure built within you. Jay's touch became more urgent, his lips finding yours once more as he whispered against your skin, "Cum for me, my love. Let go."

And with his words, you shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over you, consuming your every thought. Your body convulsed with pleasure, and Jay held you close, his touch and presence grounding you in the blissful aftermath.

As your breathing steadied, Jay kissed your forehead, his voice filled with love and tenderness. "You are the most beautiful, incredible woman I've ever known. Thank you for choosing me, for loving me."

His lips found their way back to yours, capturing them in a kiss so deep and passionate that it left you breathless. His hands continued their exploration, one hand caressing your breast while the other traced the curve of your hip. The intensity of his touch sent shivers down your spine, and you felt your body respond eagerly to his every movement.

"Jay," you whispered, your voice a mixture of desperation and desire. "I need you."

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with lust and love. "I need you too," he replied, his voice husky. "More than anything."

With that, Jay positioned himself above you, his body a warm, comforting weight against yours, his eyes filled with adoration and a hunger that mirrored your own. He entered you slowly, taking his time to savor the moment, to feel every inch of you, the connection between you deepening and intensifying with each movement. You gasped at the sensation, your fingers digging into his back as he filled you completely.

The rhythm he set was slow and deliberate, each thrust a testament to his love and devotion. You moved together in perfect harmony, the connection between you deepening with every motion. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only Jay, only this moment.

His lips found your neck, trailing kisses and gentle bites that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Fuck Jay, it feels so good." You moaned his name, your voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and love, your body arching into his as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. "Harder, baby."

"My pretty girl wants to be filled? Want to make another baby?"

Jay's words sent a shiver of anticipation through you, your body responding eagerly to his promises. You could feel the intensity of his desire matching your own, the fire between you burning hotter with every movement.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice breathless. "I want it all, Jay. I want you."

Jay's eyes darkened with lust and love as he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder. Each movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, building to an overwhelming crescendo. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you rode the rising tide of ecstasy together.

His hands roamed your body, caressing and worshipping every inch of you, as if memorizing every curve and line. His lips found yours in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a desperate need that mirrored your own. His eyes never left yours, a silent communication of the depth of his feelings. With each thrust, the intensity grew, the sensations building to an almost unbearable peak.

"Jay!" you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clung to him, your body desperate for release.

He responded with a deep, throaty moan, his pace quickening. "I love you," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I love you so much." The words sent a fresh wave of heat through your body, and you felt the tension coil tighter within you.

The sensations were too much, too intense, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of release. Jay's name fell from your lips in a breathless moan, your body arching into his as you surrendered to the waves of pleasure.

"Let go, baby," Jay murmured against your lips, his voice husky with need. "Cum for me." With one final, powerful thrust, the world exploded into a million stars. Your cries mingling with Jay's as he found his own release, filling you completely, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm, Jay following you over the edge a moment later.

For a few blissful moments, the world was nothing but the two of you, tangled together in a mess of limbs and love.

The world seemed to stand still, the only sound the heavy breathing and the beating of your hearts in perfect harmony. Jay held you close, his body a warm and his dick deep in you, holding his cum in your cunt, comforting weight against yours as you both came down from the heights of ecstasy.

As your breathing steadied, Jay brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with love and tenderness. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for this night, for everything."

You smiled, your heart swelling with love for this incredible man who was your partner in every sense of the word. "I love you too, Jay. More than words can say."

Jay kissed you deeply, pouring all his love and gratitude into the kiss. "We'll make more moments like this, I promise," he said softly. "No matter how busy life gets, we'll always find time for each other."

You nodded, feeling a sense of contentment and fulfillment wash over you. "Yes, we will. Because our love is worth it. Always."

Jay pulled out, gaining a whine from you and his smirk becoming noticeable, he watched his cum dripping off you, his fingers pushing it back beside you, you started to feel the pleasure building up again by that pathetic action, and Jay notice it.

"My baby wants more?"

"Fuck me like you did before we had a baby, please."

"Rough and degrading you, you want to feel like a slut again?" his fingers pressed against the flesh of your ass.

Jay's smirk widened as he watched the way your body responded to his touch. His eyes darkened with desire, and you could see the shift in his demeanor, the playful edge giving way to something more primal.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly. "You want me to fuck you like a slut?"

Your heart raced at his words, a thrill of anticipation coursing through you. "Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "I want it all, Jay. Please."

Jay's eyes blazed with intensity as he moved with deliberate slowness, positioning himself between your legs. His hands gripped your hips firmly, pulling you to the edge of the bed. He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Then you better hold on tight, baby, because I'm not going to be gentle."

With that, he thrust into you again, but this time as hard as he was before, a gasp escaping your lips at the sudden, overwhelming sensation. Jay's pace was relentless, each powerful thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He didn't hold back, his movements rough and demanding, exactly what you had asked for.

"You're so fucking tight, no matter how many times I fuck you, you're still tight." he growled, his grip on your hips tightening. "Taking me so well, like the perfect little slut you are."

His words only fueled the fire inside you, your body responding eagerly to his every touch. You clung to him, your nails digging into his arms as he drove you to the brink of ecstasy. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin combining with the head of the bed hitting the wall.

Jay's hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it with expert precision. The added sensation pushed you closer to the edge, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.

"Jay, please," you begged, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I need to cum."

"Not yet," he said, his voice commanding. "You don't get to cum until I say so."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the mixture of dominance and desire making you ache for release. You tried to hold on, your body trembling with the effort, but Jay's relentless pace and skilled touch made it almost impossible.

Jay's hand went to your breasts, squeezing it and seeing how your breast milk started to show in your nipples.

Jay's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and fascination as he saw the droplets of milk on your nipples. A slow, seductive smile spread across his face, his gaze darkening with desire. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned down, his breath hot against your skin, heightening your anticipation.

His tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive peak before he closed his lips around one nipple, sucking gently. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt, a combination of pleasure and tenderness that sent waves of heat through your body. You moaned softly, your back arching as he continued his ministrations, his tongue swirling around your nipple, coaxing more milk from your breast.

Jay's hand moved to your other breast, his fingers rolling and pinching the nipple, drawing out more of the precious liquid. He switched to your other breast, his mouth closing over the nipple, sucking more eagerly this time, as if he couldn't get enough of you. The dual sensations of his mouth and hand working in tandem sent a surge of arousal straight to your core, making you writhe beneath him.

He took some of your milk and went to your mouth, you sticked out your tongue and he passed themilk to yours, watching you drink it until the last drop.

"Fuck, that's so hot," Jay murmured against your skin, his voice filled with awe and raw desire. "You taste incredible."

His free hand roamed down your body, fingers tracing the curve of your hip before slipping between your thighs. He found your clit, circling it with a deliberate, teasing touch that made you gasp. The combination of his mouth on your breast and his fingers on your clit was almost too much to bear, the pleasure building to an overwhelming crescendo.

"Jay, please," you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on. "Don't stop."

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin. "Oh, I'm not stopping, baby," he promised, his voice low and husky. "I'm just getting started."

Jay's mouth continued its worship of your breasts, alternating between gentle sucks and teasing licks, drawing out every drop of milk. His fingers worked your clit with expert precision, sending you hurtling toward the edge of ecstasy.

"You're so amazing," he murmured, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, filled with love and lust. "I could do this all night."

His words, combined with the relentless pleasure he was giving you, pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the tension coiling in your belly, ready to snap at any moment.

"Jay, I can't hold on," you gasped, your body trembling with the effort. "Please, let me cum."

"I didn't hear your. Come again?"

"Please," you whimpered, your desperation clear in your voice.

Jay's eyes bore into yours, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Cum for me, then," he said, his voice a low growl. "Show me how much you needed it."

His words were your undoing. With a cry of his name, you came undone, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. Jay continued to thrust into you, riding out your pleasure until he found his own release, his grip on your hips tightening as he came deep inside you.

For a moment, the world was a blur of sensation and emotion, the intensity of the moment leaving you both breathless. Jay collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as you both caught your breath.

"Fuck," he muttered, his voice still thick with desire. "You're incredible."

You smiled, your body still tingling from the aftershocks of pleasure. "So are you," you replied, your voice soft and content.

Jay kissed your forehead, his touch tender and loving. "We'll always have this," he said quietly. "No matter what life throws at us, we'll always have each other."

You nodded, feeling a deep sense of contentment and love. "Always," you agreed, snuggling closer to him. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

As your breathing slowly returned to normal, you nestled into his embrace, feeling a profound sense of contentment. "Happy anniversary," you whispered again, this time with a sleepy smile.

Jay kissed the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. "Happy anniversary, my love. Here's to many more."

You both lay there in a comfortable silence, the glow of your lovemaking still lingering in the air. Jay's fingers traced lazy patterns on your bump, his touch soothing and reassuring. You felt completely at ease in his arms, knowing that this was where you were meant to be. He got loose fromt he embrace and went to the bathroom, a wet cloth in his hands as he gently open your legs once again but to clean you up.

"Do you remember the first time we said 'I love you'?" Jay asked softly, breaking the silence while focusing.

You smiled, the memory flooding back to you. "Of course I do. It was in the middle of you destroying your suits. Just three simple words."

Jay chuckled, the sound vibrating through your body. "I couldn't help it. It just felt right in that moment. And it still does."

You tilted your head to look up at him as he went back next to you, your eyes meeting his. "That was the proof I needed to see that you had a heart."

He leaned down to kiss you again, slow and sweet, his love pouring into you with every movement of his lips. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, a content sigh escaping him.

"I have something for you," Jay said suddenly, sitting up and reaching for the nightstand. You watched with curiosity as he pulled out a small, elegantly wrapped box.

"Jay, you didn’t have to—" you began, but he silenced you with a gentle kiss.

"I wanted to. Open it," he urged, placing the box in your hands.

With trembling fingers, you unwrapped the box, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a heart-shaped pendant. Inside the heart was a tiny, intricately designed key.

"It's beautiful," you breathed, your eyes welling up with tears.

Jay took the necklace from your hands, fastening it around your neck. "The heart represents our love, and the key is a reminder that you hold the key to my heart. Always."

You touched the pendant, feeling the weight of his words and the love behind the gift. "Thank you, Jay. I’ll cherish it forever."

He pulled you back into his arms, holding you close as you both lay back down. "And I’ll cherish you forever," he whispered against your hair. "Look at the back."

You both held each other tightly, basking in the warmth of your love and the significance of the necklace. The engraved words, "I love you 3000," brought tears to your eyes as you realized the depth of meaning behind it. It was Ella's way of expressing her love for you and Jay, and it had become a cherished family symbol.

"I can't believe she thought of this," you whispered, your voice filled with awe.

Jay smiled, his eyes shining with affection. "She's a smart girl because she told that to me first, just like her mother. She knows how much we mean to each other."

You nodded, your heart swelling with love for your daughter and the incredible bond you shared as a family. "We're so lucky to have her."

Jay kissed your forehead, his touch gentle and reassuring. "We really are. And we're lucky to have each other too and the boy right here." his index tapped on your belly, gaining a small kick that made both of your shocked.

"Was that his first kick?"

Jay's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the little kick against his finger. "I think so," he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "Did you feel that, baby? Our little guy is already making his agent moves"

You giggled, your hand instinctively resting on your belly. "He's definitely got some strong kicks in him. I think he's taking after his dad already."

Jay grinned proudly, his hand joining yours on your belly. "Please, he's taking after Jungwon, being capsicle for a while affected his kicks. But, he's got excellent taste if he's taking after me," he joked, earning a playful swat on the arm from you.

"He's taking after both of us," you said, your voice filled with love. "And he's going to be absolutely amazing, just like his parents."

Jay leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against your bump, his voice filled with tenderness. "Hey there, little dude. We're so excited to meet you. You have no idea how much love we already have for you."

As if in response, the baby kicked again, causing both of you to laugh. "Looks like he's excited too," you said, your voice filled with joy.

Jay nodded, a look of wonder in his eyes. "I can't wait to hold him in my arms, to see his tiny face and watch him grow. We're going to be the best parents, just like we are for Ella."

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with love for Jay and the beautiful family you were creating together. "Yes, we are. And our little boy is going to be so lucky to have you as his dad. You're going to be amazing."

Jay leaned in and kissed you tenderly, his love pouring into every touch. "And you're going to be an incredible mom. I can't wait to see you with him, to see the love in your eyes."

Tears gathered in your eyes as you looked at Jay, overwhelmed with gratitude and love. "I love you so much," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too," Jay replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "And he must be happy, he's the pleasure to say I, Park Jongseong, is his father."

You wrapped your arms around Jay as you let out a laugh, holding him close as you both reveled in the excitement and love surrounding the impending arrival of your baby boy.

The future seemed bright, filled with endless possibilities and the promise of more love and joy to come.

"Do you think our kids will be as crazy in love as we are?" you asked with a soft laugh.

Jay chuckled, the sound vibrating through your body. "If they’re anything like us, they’re in for a wild ride. But I wouldn’t have it any other way."

You smiled, imagining the future with your growing family. "Me neither. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us."

Jay kissed the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. With those words, you both drifted off to sleep, the warmth of your love and the promise of forever wrapping around you like a blanket. It was the perfect end to a perfect anniversary, and you knew that no matter what life threw your way, you would always have each other.

As you lay there, your breathing slow and steady, you felt a sense of completeness you had never known before. Jay was your partner, your lover, your best friend, and you couldn't imagine yourself being with another person that wasn't him.

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pairing. nishimura riki x gn!reader genre. fluff, nonidol au, one sided attraction word count. O.4k warnings. not proofread penny speaks! i like the stars :(

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the harsh blades of grass tickled your skin, causing you to squirm in discomfort. your arms would cross, uncross, you’d sit up, lay back down, scratch your arms in annoyance — you just couldn’t find the right position. you faulted yourself for not bringing a sweater, but it was only sundown when you and riki had arrived to an open field to bask in each other’s presence and enjoy a picnic he had asked his hyungs to arrange for the both of you. it was dark now, the both of you gazing at the stars up above.

he took note of how you wouldn’t sit still beside him. he had already packed away the picnic blanket, but he didn’t want to see you grow irritated because of the grass. so, the only choice was to give you his jacket.

he had taken it off briefly and left it in his lap, and it wasn’t like he was going to wear it again or lay on the grass, so he passed it to you, letting you take it and wear it. it was enormous on you, considering how much riki loved oversized clothes, the leather engulfing you entirely. it was cozy, though, and it allowed you to lay back on the grass with no problem.

the silence was comfortable, something that you both grew accustomed to in your time of being friends. but it was cut short when you decided to speak.

“do you think we’re friends in every universe?” you questioned, your eyes gazing at the beautiful stars in awe, watching how they glowed against the dark sky.

the view was gorgeous, but it wasn’t the view riki was admiring. his focus was on you, the only view he’d love to have for the next years to come. he could see the way your eyes gleamed, absolutely marveled by how the moonlight cascaded down on you. if you were the sky, he would be the stars, making sure every single one of them shined as bright as they could, just for you.

it took a bit for him to reply to your question, but the answer was a no brainer — of course he believed you two would be friends in every universe. he even hoped you’d both be something more… but he can’t be too greedy. he already loves having you as a friend.

his eyes darted away from you the moment he saw you glance up at him, not catching the way he stared at you.

“yeah.. i think we’re friends in every universe, too.” he replied, peering up at the illuminated sky.

his reply caused you to break out into a shy grin, your eyes studying the stars once again, enjoying the pleasant silence that fell upon the both of you once more.

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"Tell me where your fucking boss is or you're going to die! In five minutes!"

SYNOPSIS: 7 guys that have the power to change the world for good in a unique way, sure they can mess the whole city they are battling or end in another universe, but one thing is sure, they will always comeback home for some love.

PAIRING: Deadpool!Heeseung x Computer Science Worker!reader (the reader is fem bodied) || GENRE: smut, crack || W.C: +4.2k || TRIGGER WARNING: lots of cursing, Heeseung is a menace but he's in love, is somebody gonna match their freak fr, Hee gets fucked with his masked on, oral (f), knife play, blood play (but it's like for a second), dark humour, knife licking, dirty talk, petnames (slut), bratty reader, dom Heeseung, slapping, cowgirl, unprotect sex (there's no party without a birthday hat)

Once upon a time, there was this asian young adult called Heeseung, who saves those in need and rescued cats on tall trees...

Yeah, I'm breaking your bubble right now because we are not starting like that.

Heeseung sat on his favorite bar stool, nursing ramen and whiskey with delight. The bar was as lively as ever, filled with mercenaries and ne'er-do-wells. But tonight, Heeseung felt particularly chatty, and his friend, Jake, had to pay for it.

"Hey, Jake," Heeseung called to the bartender. "You ever wonder why ramen is so darn delicious?"

Jake, used to his friend's random musings, didn't even look up. "Nope. Just you, buddy."

Heeseung took a dramatic bite at his plate. "You sound like my girl so much, but hear me out. It's the perfect balance of sticky, cheesy, and spicy, my friend. It's like a symphony in my mouth, with a full brass section and everything."

Jake rolled his eyes. "You know, some people come here to forget their problems, not to hear about yours."

"Touché, mon frère," Heeseung said, tipping an imaginary hat. "But speaking of problems, did I ever tell you about the time I had to fight a gang of mutant chickens?"

Before Shim could respond, the bar door swung open, and a man in a suit walked in, looking around nervously. He spotted Heeseung and made a beeline for him.

"Deadpool?" the man asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Heeseung turned, his eyes lighting up behind his mask. He recognized the man by heart; it was your caring boss, the father figure you never had, and his white shirt covered with blood and his injuries made everybody in that bar turn their heads around. "Why yes, it is I, the Merc with a Mouth, the Sultan of Sarcasm, the Duke of Deadliness. How can I help you, my good man?"

The man fidgeted, clearly out of his element. "I need your help. I was working, and a gang of thugs kidnapped people from the computer science team of my company. They’re demanding a ransom I can’t afford, and the police think it's a fucking joke because of all the prank calls similar to this situations."

Heeseung's playful demeanor instantly shifted to serious. "Alright, buddy. Give me the details. You have names?"

"Yes, I do." The man was so nervous that Heeseung had to take off his hands the two small pieces of paper, both of which crumpled, one with an address and another with the names of the people they took. His eyes widen when he sees your pretty name in the bloody paper, anger boiling in his body. "Please, help me."

Heeseung nodded, his tone now deadly calm despite how he was feeling. "Don't worry. Deadpool's on the case. And hey, if we save them before bedtime, I'll throw in a free ramen cup."

The man looked confused but grateful. "Thank you, Deadpool. I don't know how to repay you."

Wade patted him on the shoulder. "Just tell everyone you meet about the amazing exploits of Deadpool. And maybe buy my action figure. It's got twelve points of articulation!"

Heeseung finished his whiskey in one swift gulp, then hopped off the barstool with a theatrical flourish. "Jake, keep my seat warm. I'll be back with a side of justice."

Jake smirked, shaking his head. "Try not to burn down the city this time."

"No promises," Heeseung quipped, grabbing his katanas from behind the bar. With a dramatic spin, he headed out the door, the man in the suit trailing nervously behind him.

The address led them to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, the kind of place where bad things happened in every action movie ever made. Heeseung crouched behind a rusty dumpster, peeking around the corner.

"Stay here," he whispered to the man, who nodded vigorously.

Heeseung crept closer to the building, his senses on high alert. The sound of muffled voices and the flicker of dim lights guided him to a side entrance. He slipped inside, moving like a shadow through the darkened corridors.

As he approached a large room, he could hear the thugs laughing and taunting their captives. Heeseung's grip tightened on his katanas. He peeked around the corner and saw the gang—a motley crew of heavily armed goons. And there, tied to chairs in the center of the room, were the kidnapped employees, including you.

Heeseung's heart skipped a beat when he saw you, bruised but defiant, your eyes meeting his with a mixture of relief and determination as he saw you completely tied up from head to toe. He gave you a reassuring nod before stepping into the room with a dramatic flair.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" Heeseung announced, his voice echoing through the warehouse. "The entertainment has arrived!"

The thugs turned, confusion turning to anger as they recognized the masked intruder. "Who the hell are you?" one of them growled, raising his gun.

"Deadpool," Heeseung said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But you can call me friendly neighborhood Deadpool. And I'm here to kick ass and eat ramen—and I'm all out of ramen."

With a blur of motion, Heeseung launched himself at the nearest thug, his katanas slicing through the air with deadly precision. Chaos erupted as the gang members scrambled to respond, but Heeseung was a whirlwind of steel and fury, taking them down one by one.

Heeseung was in front of you fighting for his life. You turned your head and shut your eyes when you saw the katana going directly to one of the thugs head and felt the blood splash on you. Heeseung turned around, and you could see his eyes moving up and down on you.

"Damn, your tits look awesome when you get tied up."

Your eyes widened at your boyfriend's unexpected (but pretty normal at this point) comment, but before you could react, he was back to fighting, his katanas flashing in the dim light. In the midst of the melee, your boss managed to free you from the ropes, taking you to a safe place with the rest of your coworkers. The remaining thugs, realizing they were outmatched, tried to flee, but Heeseung was faster. In a matter of minutes, the warehouse was silent, except for the groans of the defeated gang members.

Heeseung wiped his katanas clean on one of the thug's jackets, then sheathed them with a flourish. He turned to you, a wide grin visible even under his mask. "Well, that was fun. How's everyone holding up?"

Your boss stumbled forward, looking both terrified and amazed. "I… I can't believe you did it. Thank you, Deadpool."

"Ah, just another day at the office," Heeseung said, waving off his gratitude as all of you heard the police sirens. When the police entered, they were shocked to see every thug down and bleeding. A police officer saw Heeseung and pointed him with the gun, him still walking to the entrance.

"What the fuck have you done?!"

"Your job."

The officer's face twisted in frustration, but he lowered his gun. Heeseung, ever the showman, gave a mocking salute before heading out of the warehouse. You followed closely behind, your heart still pounding from the adrenaline, and for an interogation of them, taking two hours of it and Heeseung waiting in the darkness.

Outside of the police department, the night air felt cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the chaos inside. You found Heeseung without his suit. He turned to you, his eyes softening. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentler than you'd ever heard it.

You nodded, still trying to process everything. "Yeah, thanks to you."

Heeseung chuckled, his playful demeanor returning. "Well, you know me. I can't resist a damsel in distress. Or, in your case, a badass who just happened to get kidnapped."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "You have the worst timing with compliments, you know that? But yeah, Heepool's did it again."

Heeseung shrugged with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's part of my charm."

The man in the suit approached you two, looking immensely relieved and frowining at the view of the couple. "Someone saw Deadpool?"

"Ah, no." Heeseung replied. "But he told me to tell you to remember to buy his action figure. And maybe a ramen cup or two."

"You bet my future action figure that I'll. Also, take the week off, don't go to work." The man gave a shaky laugh when he saw your happy face after the news of your free week, then hurried back to check on the other employees. Heeseung turned back to you, his expression more serious now.

"Let's get you home," he said, slipping an arm around your shoulders. "I think we've both had enough excitement for one night."

Heeseung led you through the darkened streets, his arm a reassuring presence around your shoulders. The adrenaline from the night's events was starting to wear off, leaving you feeling drained and vulnerable. Heeseung seemed to sense this; his usual playful banter toned down to a comforting silence.

When you finally reached your apartment, he paused at the door, his eyes searching yours. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, his concern evident.

You managed a small smile, appreciating his worry. "Yeah, I'm okay. I just need to process everything."

Heeseung nodded, then surprised you by leaning in and kissing your forehead. "If you need anything, I'm just a call away. Or a text. Or a smoke signal. You know, whatever works."

You laughed softly, the tension easing just a bit. "Thanks, Heeseung."

Heeseung went to his room, and you looked at his suit on top of the table. You took the mask to give it a look, and you put it on.

You took a moment to adjust the mask, its familiar texture pressing against your face. You felt an odd sense of comfort and security, as if channeling Heeseung's confidence through the simple act of wearing it.

Just then, Heeseung emerged from the bedroom, his eyes immediately locking on you, completly lying down on the sofa in a cocky pose. He stopped in his tracks, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Well, look at you, trying to steal my thunder," he teased, his tone playful.

You laughed, feeling a bit silly but also empowered. "Just seeing what it's like to be the hero for a change."

Heeseung stepped closer, his gaze intense as he took in the sight of you in his mask. "You wear it well," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But there's one more thing you need to complete the look."

"And what's that supposed to be, Heeseung?"

With a swift, fluid motion, Heeseung pulled you into his arms, his hand uncovering your lips and his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. The intensity of his embrace took your breath away, his hands roaming possessively over your body. You melted into him, your own hands finding their way to the back of his neck and pulling him closer.

Heeseung's touch was electrifying, his fingers deftly exploring every inch of your skin. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his desire matching your own, as the kiss deepened, growing more urgent. He finally took your mask off your pretty face as he backed you towards the bed, his movements sure and determined. You stopped for a moment when you sensed his intent on leaving the mask in the living room.

"Take it. I've always wanted to be fucked by a super."

"Fucking hell, you're so done." He again attacked your lips with his messier and more passionate hands. Heeseung's hands slipped under your shirt, the feel of his skin against yours sending shivers down your spine. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt over your head, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of you. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with need.

You reached for him, pulling him back to you, your lips crashing together once more. His hands were everywhere, igniting a fire within you that demanded to be quenched. You could feel his hard muscles beneath your fingers; the raw strength of his body was a stark contrast to the tenderness in his touch.

With a growl of frustration, Heeseung tore his own shirt off when he threw you into his bed, his eyes never leaving yours. The sight of his bare chest and the defined lines of his muscles only fueled your desire. You reached for him, your hands tracing the contours of his body, feeling the heat and power that radiated from him.

Heeseung's hands moved to your jeans, deftly unbuttoning and sliding them down your legs. You kicked them off, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he pressed you back onto the bed. His lips followed, trailing hot kisses down your neck, your collarbone, and your stomach.

You arched into his touch, your body aching for his. Heeseung's fingers found their way to your pants, teasing and tormenting you until you were begging for him. With a wicked grin, he finally slid them off, leaving you completely exposed beneath him.

Heeseung took a moment to drink in the sight of you, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire. "You're perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. You saw between your legs, thinking he told that to you, but he was looking at your pussy with love eyes and directly to your cunt.

He was talking to your pussy.

"Heeseung, for fuck sake."

"Silence; she likes when I praise her for being so wet for me." He was now lying in his stomach with his feet up, the palms of his hands being a support for his chin, while he looked at your throbbing cunt.

"I swear to God, Heeseung, if you don't do something, I'm leaving."

"God, you're so fucking needy. I love it." He took the back of your throat and pushed you to him, your lips attaching to your pussy in a way that made you scream like a pornstar.

Lee Heeseung was such a character, but you've been in love with him for two years and you still can't get used to his actions, but God, you were so into it.

He was eating you out with so much enthusiasm. You gripped the sheets beneath you while biting your lower lip, trying to control your volume, but Heeseung was making wonders with you. You could feel that familiar knot creating, and your back arched in pleasure, your eyes shutting down because of the overwhelming sensation.

"Fuck, Heeseung…"

"My pretty slut is going to cum?" You moaned in response. He slapped your tights, making you jump a little as he stood up. Finally,  taking the rest of his clothes off him and taking a small knife from his drawer, he took his mask and put it on, your eyes shinning in anticipation. 

"What are you doing now?"

"You said you wanted to get fucked by a super. I'm fucking you the Deadpool way." He went back to the bed, the blade of his knife on your chin as he raised your head with it, your eyes looking right at his through the mask. He knew by heart that he wouldn't even try to cut you, and he was actually a little doubtful if you would like it.

So what you did actually made him lose his mind.

You took his wrist, the one that held the knife, as you stuck out your tongue, licking the blade and making his breath get stuck in his throat as he watched your tongue going around the knife.

"Holy mother of God," you said with a silent laugh. "You're one hell of a surprise, aren't you?" He growled, his voice low and gravelly, the knife trembling slightly in his grip. He leaned closer, the heat of his body radiating against yours as he pressed the blade gently against your skin—a deliciously dangerous sensation that sent shivers down your spine.

"Deadpool way, huh?" You teased, your voice a sultry whisper. "Let's see if you can keep up."

He chuckled darkly, his free hand trailing down your body, his fingertips grazing your skin, and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Oh, I can keep up," he murmured, his voice dripping with wicked promise. "But the question is, can you handle it?"

You bit your lip, the anticipation making your heart race. "Why don't you find out?" you challenged, your eyes sparkling with a mix of defiance and desire.

He growled, a primal sound that sent shivers down your spine. He pushed you back onto the bed; the knife roamed over your body, claiming you with an urgency that made your heart race. The mask added an element of anonymity, a thrill that neither of you could deny.

"Answer me, not with another question." His voice was a dark promise, his right hand gripping your hips as he positioned himself between your legs.

"I can handle anything you throw at me," you challenged, your breath coming in short, excited gasps as you felt the cold of the blade, your kin burning with desire.

His eyes behind the mask bore into yours, filled with an intensity that made you shiver. "Then let’s see if my bratty slut is saying the truth."

Without another word, he thrust into you a raw, powerful movement that made you cry out. He moved with a rhythm that was both punishing and exhilarating, pushing you to the edge and then pulling you back, over and over again. 

"Look at you," he panted, his voice a mixture of amusement and desire. "My pretty slut, taking it so well."

You could barely respond, your mind a haze of pleasure and sensation. All you could do was hold on and ride the wave of ecstasy that he was creating.

Heeseung's grip on the knife tightened momentarily, his lips ghosting over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"What happened? Is it too much?" He was teasing you; you were 100% sure that he was smiling behind the mask while seeing you as such a mess below him. Your eyes are teary, your pretty lips are parted, and your eyes are rolling at the back of your head due to his movements.

That's like an ego boost for him.

In one swift motion, you pinned him beneath you, his hands roaming possessively over your body in surprise. His touch was rough and demanding, yet laced with a gentleness that made your head spin. The mask he wore only added to the intoxicating allure, his eyes piercing through the fabric with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

"I'm taking this." He growled when the knife wasn't on his hand anymore but on yours, moving to his jawline and pecs as you put his dick inside you once again. Heeseung lost his mind because, no matter how much he fucked the living shit out of you, you'll always be tight.

You started in his favorite position, cowgirl.

The room was filled with the sounds of your shared passion, the rhythm of your movements matching the beat of your racing hearts. Heeseung's hands found your hips, guiding you with a mixture of dominance and encouragement.

"You like this, don't you?" He taunted, his voice rough with desire. "My pretty slut is riding me so well."

You couldn't help but moan in response, the sensation of him filling you completely overwhelming your senses. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the intensity of your pleasure.

Heeseung's eyes never left yours. You could feel his gaze burning into you, fueling the fire that raged between you.

With a sudden, powerful thrust, he took control once more, flipping you onto your back with a predatory growl. His movements were relentless, his hands pinning you down as he drove into you with a force that left you breathless.

"You're mine," he whispered harshly, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't forget that."

"I fucking won't. I swear." You were a moaning disaster, your body arching beneath him as he pushed you to the brink. The world around you blurred; the only thing that mattered was the intense connection you shared with him in that moment.

Heeseung's pace quickened, his grip on you tightening as he brought you both closer to the peak, his hand slapping to your tits and thights. The pleasure built to an almost unbearable crescendo, your cries of ecstasy mingling with his low, primal groans.

"Fuck! Don't stop."

"I wasn't even thinking about it- Fuck. You're such a slut for me."

"Fuck! Yes, I am. I'm your cum-slut." Now you were sure the bed was about to break anytime soon. The speed was inhumane.

Finally, with a shuddering thrust, he sent you both over the edge, the wave of pleasure crashing over you in a blinding, all-consuming surge. You clung to each other, riding out the intense high together, your bodies trembling with the aftershocks.

As the world slowly came back into focus, Heeseung took off his mask, his appearance being hotter than it was before as he kept on shooting all his sperm over your legs, his cum being unstoppable. You saw the knife on your hand, and you kneeled in front of him, some of his cum attacking your face. 

You passed the blade of the knife over his dick, collecting his cum, and the knife was coated in white in no time. He moaned at the look of you taking all the blade in your mouth and licking it like it was his dick in a gentle manner.

"Stop. I don't want to appear in those "He died because his girl just made his sexual fantasy a reality." ,stop making me horny." He took off the knife from your hand after that sinful sight and laid you down in bed again, your legs opening as he took a look at your lovely cunt.

He now passed the blade with care all over your cum mixed with his; he copied your action a little too eager, cutting himself in the tongue and his face crunched due to the pain.

"Fuck, that hurt."

"No shit, Sherlock." You sat on the bed with him as you told him off and looked at his tongue. Blood was starting to spread, but it was a small cut, but not too small to say it was superficial.

"Who cares? I got used to the taste of blood in my mouth." You put your index finger in his wound, making him hiss. Curiosity struck again, and you insert your finger to your mouth, licking his blood. "Fuck you, actually."

"I was curious."

"It tastes better with my lips on yours; let me give you a taste." His hand went to the back of your neck, welcoming you in a hot kiss once again, his lips urgent against yours as he pulled you closer. The taste of blood mingled with the remnants of your shared pleasure, creating a heady mix that left you both breathless. Heeseung's tongue danced with yours, the slight sting adding an edge to the already electric connection between you.

His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and dipping with renewed fervor again. Each touch sent shivers down your spine, the intensity of his desire igniting your own. You could feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest, the rhythm matching the wild thrum of your own pulse.

Breaking the kiss, Heeseung's eyes locked onto yours, dark and filled with a primal hunger. "You're perfect," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "Every inch of you."

His words sent a flush of heat through you, and you arched into his touch, craving more, wanting another orgasm. Heeseung responded instantly, his fingers trailing down your body to explore the slick heat between your thighs. The sensation was overwhelming, and you moaned, your body trembling with anticipation.

"I want you to feel everything," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Every touch, every kiss, every thrust. I want you to remember this moment forever."

With that, he began to move again, his touch gentle but insistent. The pleasure built slowly this time—a steady, relentless climb that left you gasping for breath. Heeseung's eyes never left yours, the connection between you deepening with every shared gasp and moan.

As the intensity mounted, you felt yourself slipping over the edge once more, your body surrendering completely to the waves of ecstasy that crashed over you. Heeseung followed you into the abyss, his release mingling with yours in a final, shattering moment of bliss.

When the world finally settled around you, you lay in each other's arms, the afterglow wrapping you both in a warm, comforting embrace. Heeseung's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin; his touch was a gentle reminder of the connection you shared.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his eyes filled with concern.

You smiled, your heart swelling with love for him. "More than okay," you whispered. "I'm perfect."

Heeseung's smile mirrored yours as he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "Good," he said, his voice filled with contentment. "Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon."

"Me neither." You both stay that way, wrapped up in each other's warmth. As you both basked in the afterglow, Heeseung suddenly chuckled, breaking the comfortable silence.

"What?" you asked, a curious smile playing on your lips.

He grinned mischievously. "I was just thinking, if this was a movie, this would be the part where the credits roll and the audience gets all teary-eyed."

"You really think they will get teary-eyed after the porn movie we just created?"

Heeseung laughed; the sound was warm and infectious. "Hey, even the steamiest movies need a good love story. And ours is the best kind."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face. "I guess you're right. We should get awards for our performance."

Heeseung's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Absolutely. Best Actor and Best Actress, no doubt."

You laughed, feeling a lightness in your chest that was all thanks to him. "Then let's give them a show worth remembering."

Heeseung leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Always," he murmured against your skin. "But first, I want three bowls of ramen."

"Heeseung. Fuck off, for real."

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↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: And we start! Also, this is also a VERY belate birthday gift for my wife @dollyyun ilysm pookie, happy birtday 💞. And shout out to Kayla for the tips for the knife play scene 🦋