Without A Doubt, If He Wanted To Park Jay Can Afford First Class On All The Trips You Go On. He Even

baby blurb request so you don’t have to study!! reader being on her period and benedict comforting her? and yk him not being a sexist dick about it

"my love?!" benedict entered your bedchamber in a panic, having returned from his day out with his brothers only to be told that his wife was ill and resting. anxiety flooded him, and he immediately rushed to your bedchamber to see whether you required the doctor or not.

you sat up upon hearing him enter the room, soft blankets atop of you keeping you warm. "ben." you smiled at your husband, though your smile fell when you saw the concerned look on his face. "what's the matter?"

"your maid said that you're ill. she's being rather dismissive about the whole thing... shall i fetch a doctor?" benedict questioned, closing the door behind him and taking a few steps forwards to sit on the bed beside you.

you shook your head, suppressing a laugh but finding it endearing just how concerned your husband was for you. "there's no need for a doctor, ben. it's just... you know." you didn't want to utter the words in front of your husband, having always been taught to keep your menstruation secret and hidden - especially around men.

benedict rose his eyebrows, shaking his head. "it's just?" he pressed, your cheeks beginning to flush. a few seconds of silence passed, and the penny eventually dropped. "oh! oh..." benedict began to blush, clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair.

"you're right. no need for a doctor it would seem." he laughed quietly at his own concern, kicking his boots off and laying on the bed beside you. "is there anything that i can do? to make you feel better?"

you turn on your side to face benedict, shaking your head as you gazed at your husband. "i just have cramps s'all." you close your eyes, your bed sheets moving next to you as ben joined you under the many blankets.

benedict pulled you to be closer to him, his warm hand finding its way up your nightgown to rest gently atop of your tummy - soothing your pain. a small content sound escapes your lips at the sudden warmth pressed against your skin. "is that better?" he whispers.

"mhm. better."

↺ heeseung as a boyfriend ↻

we know heeseung is caring and kind, but i think he's bold too

you would immediately know he was into you because he made sure you were aware

he flirted in a subtle way to make you curious about what would be his next move

and heeseung's next move was call you out...

he wasn't hasty about your relationship, actually he was pretty patient about it

he waited for your response to his investments and he was so happy when you assured him you felt the same

so one day you woke up in a morning and he was calling you his girlfriend

he would do it all the time now that you were dating

specially in front of the members, he would say things like “oh i miss my girlfriend so much” “wait a minute, i'm talking to my girlfriend”

just because he's so proud of being with you

and because he highly values ​​using words to show it

he loves it when you say sweet things to him

or if you write long texts to him, he would love that

words it's just so important to him

sometimes when you were distracted, he would appear from behind and whisper in your ear, how much he loves you or how much pretty you are for his eyes

overall heeseung would surprise you a lot with his acts of love

he's a cozy boy

he's your best company on your bad days

and despite his sentimentalism, he's also so funny. he would make you laugh for hours because he has so many stories to tell

he's open with you and expects you to be the same

even though he doesn't like to pressure you, he wants you to be just his

so he wants to know your secrets and your deep thoughts

because this way he feels close to you in a way anyone else is

and he likes this feeling

but it's not like heeseung is clingy

actually he gives you a lot of space (he's an introvert himself so...)

he just shows his love in many ways

he likes the touch, the words, the looks

and because of that, he is so sensual sometimes

he flirts with you even being already in a relationship

“did it hurt?” “what?” “when you fell from heaven-” “NO WAY HEESEUNG” “im sorry for this one my love😐”

can you blame him?

you would never feel unloved by him

he has this protective side of him, even when you are in public he would keep you close to him, for example, hold your hand to cross the street so you don't run the risk of getting hit by car; these things only your grandma would do lol

his jealousy is very silent; he watches you a lot to know if you need him to get you out of these kinds of situations

but he trusts you to fire any guy who tries something

and because of that, he would get so disappointed if he sees you returning someone's flirtation. that wouldn't happen though, i bet you wouldn't do it (you know, he can get so cold if you hurt him in any way)

sometimes he gets caught up in the details, because the little things matter to him

he would praise you a lot and he'd be proud of every little thing you accomplished

when it comes to disagreements, heeseung is pretty rational

he's calm and doesn't get angry easily, he doesn't even likes to argue to be honest

he thinks is a waste of time fight over things so instead he tries to resolve things quickly

even being kinda stubborn with his ideas, he would still understand your side

i don't know but i just think that a relationship with hee would be so easy

he likes to keep the peace and comfort

his favorite time to do things is at night, so with him you would expect a lot of outings at dawn

he likes it when you take him out of his comfort zone and show him new things

and he would do it too, specially when he see you need to rest your mind

overall a very kind and considerate boyfriend who wants to makes you feel good and keep things stable

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a/n: so (hee)re we are again (!) my girlfriend asked me to write this hee as a boyfriend so i just did because i do anything for her yk 😳

hope you like it! 😼

cause you’re my home ♡

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𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 — benedict bridgerton x female reader . in which benedict discovers a lady asleep on his bed after retiring from the annual bridgerton ball for the night.

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The last thing that Benedict had expected to see when stumbling into his bedchambers after retiring from the ball for the night, still slightly tipsy, was a lady fast asleep on his bed. But Alas — there you were. Fast asleep, chest slowly rising and then falling again, your lips parted and the material of your ballgown draped in a rather messy manner around you.

He rubbed at his eyes harshly, as if doing so would prove that you were indeed a figment of his imagination, that he was coming down with a fever and therefore hallucinating, that a shadow had taken form on his bed and he had simply mistaken it for a girl. But no. You were actually there. On his bed.

Benedict felt his mouth fall open and shut again – bewildered but slowly coming to his senses. He finally closed the door behind him, so as to ensure nobody would see you, that your reputation wouldn’t be ruined over something which wasn’t anything. “Alright… alright.” he mumbled to himself, taking a few steps closer to the bed and kneeling onto the mattress besides you. Hoping that perhaps his weight shifting underneath would wake you up but… no. Instead you just mumbled something incoherent in your sleep, shifting onto your side as you did so. 

The annual Bridgerton ball had taken place that night, was still taking place downstairs in fact, and was still running into the early hours of the morning. But Benedict decided that he had had enough of the ton for one day, that he would get a somewhat early night. Instead one of his mother’s  guests was napping in his bedchambers. Which he had to admit was something completely new to him, in their many years of hosting balls he had never experienced this. 

“Um… Excuse me? Miss?” he half whispered, placing a light hand on the soft skin of your arm and attempting to gently shake you awake. “You really need to wake… You don’t wish to be caught alone together, hm? Especially not in my bedchamber…” 

Upon further inspection, Benedict noticed that your hair had been lazily removed from its updo, and instead fell around you, framing your face and complimenting your features perfectly. He brushed a piece away from you, tucking it behind your ear and frowning as he stared down at you. He was entirely unsure of what to do, and far too aware of how the situation would appear to anybody else - your reputation would be completely ruined if you were caught in this situation. Benedict wanted to ask his mother for help, but was frightened to leave you here alone. What if something happened to you? What if something had already happened to you? 

Benedict was unaware that just a few hours earlier, you had began to grow incredibly bored of the ball – by the mundanity of it all, the endless stream of men that your mother insisted on parading in front of you, the dances, the meaningless and far too polite conversation. You had instead decided to plant yourself in a corner nearest to the drinks table… where you had been drinking the night away ever since. 

You were unsure of how much you had actually drank, but when the entire room began to spin in a rather unpleasant way you had decided that it was probably time to stop. You had managed to stagger out of the ballroom and into a hallway – though you can hardly remember the journey upstairs and through the hallways into Benedict’s bedchamber, nor can you remember falling asleep, but you know that you certainly didn’t intend to fall into such a deep slumber. 

“Miss?” your eyes fluttered open to the sound of a concerned voice – a man. You sat yourself up quickly, too quickly. You immediately regretted it as the room began to sway again, the unfamiliar surroundings rocking back and fourth. You soon discovered the source of the voice, sat besides you on the bed with his eyebrows pulled together in concern. A Bridgerton. You weren’t entirely sure which one, but you knew that he was a Bridgerton.

“Oh dear God.” the words fell from you before you could stop them, bringing your hands upwards in an attempt to cover your face. Although you were still very drunk, you had enough sense to be embarrassed, mortified in fact, by the entire situation. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Mr Bridgerton.” you mumbled — refusing to meet his eyes, which were burning through you with an undeniably intense curiosity. 

Benedict blinked in surprise, he had never got quite used to the entirety of the ton being aware of who he was — most of the time they cannot tell him apart from his brothers, but they are still aware that he is a Bridgerton, meanwhile he is half asleep when introduced to people by his mother, it can be quite rare that he actually remembers a name.

“Are you quite alright?”

“I’m a little bit...”

“Drunk? I know that. I can smell the alcohol on you. But are you alright? I mean you were hiding in my bedchambers, asleep on my bed. Did something happen? Other than the copious amounts of alcohol.” Underneath his concern, his curiosity, his twenty questions – was amusement. You could tell that he was repressing a smile, perhaps even in a small laugh. 

You felt your cheeks begin to warm, feeling completely and utterly  embarrassed – he could smell the alcohol on you after all. You stood from the bed as soon as you could get up, an action which ended up being a complete mistake, you began to stagger sideways almost instantly. Benedict having to stand from where he was sitting in order to prevent you from falling. He placed two firm yet gentle hands on your arms, holding you in one place. 

“It’s alright… I’m not angry, if anything I’m quite amused…” you were forced to make eye contact with him at that point, and discovered that he was practically gazing at you, smiling as if he was biting back a laugh – he became serious again rather quickly. “But are you alright? Has anybody hurt you? Or was the annual Bridgerton ball just that boring?” 

You shook your head quickly. “I’m quite alright… I didn’t mean to fall asleep, do you see? I just needed a rest.” Your excuse didn’t give you any comfort, here you were, apologising to someone who was practically a stranger for falling asleep on his bed because you… needed a rest. 

“So you’re fine. Just sleepy, I suppose.” 

“Just sleepy.” You confirmed.

“And drunk… Too much of my mother’s famous punch.”

A quiet giggle fell from your lips – he was actually quite amusing. Why couldn’t your mother have paraded him in front of you instead of the magnitudes of bores who she insisted on you at least considering? 

“Do you care to tell me your name?” Benedict questioned, his head tilting to one side as his eyes scanned across your features, not making an attempt to hide his curiosity. 

“Y/N.” You replied, raising your head in the most confident and self assured manner that you could muster. 

“Well… It’s lovely to meet you, Miss Y/N.” He removed his hands from each of your arms, instead taking your hand in his and pressing a soft kiss to the bare skin, before gently releasing you. “I’m Benedict — You don’t have to bother with the Mr Bridgerton stuff, I’m just Benedict afterall.” 

“I must be getting back… Benedict.” You smiled, hesitating at first but ultimately enjoying the way that his name sounded on your tongue. Benedict — you decided that you could get used to it. “I am sure that my mother will be worrying.” 

Benedict raised an eyebrow, sitting back on the edge of his mattress. “You can hardly stand, Miss Y/N. I’m not sure that you’re in any fit state to return to the ball just yet.” He stretched his legs out, removing his waistcoat and discarding it somewhere across the room.

“I appreciate the concern but I am perfectly fine.” you crossed your arms across your chest, feining irritation as you stared down at where he now practically laid across the bed. Unbeknown to you, your words were still slurred – very slurred. 

He was now laying back, gazing up at the ceiling. “You’ll be the talk of the town! I can picture it now… Do you think that you’ll be the main feature on Lady Whistledown? Or instead one of the more minor segments?” You stayed silent, arms staying tightly crossed. “Miss Y/N…” He held out an arm dramatically above him “drunken disaster…” 

“That is very rude! Were you not taught never to speak to a lady in such a manner?” you exclaimed, picking up what was nearest to you and throwing it across the room, where it landed on his chest – luckily, it was quite a small book, and did no damage when it came into contact with him. 

Benedict seemed utterly unfazed, laughing quietly to himself and opening the book to a random page – where he seemingly pretended to be utterly engrossed in the chapter. “Apparently not… I have four sisters so I am quite used to bickering with these so called ladies that you speak of.” He paused for a moment. “I will find something to sober you.” he stood, suddenly serious, his gaze turning to where you stood. “But only if you promise to stay here for the time being. If someone sees you leaving my bedchambers it would look most suspicious.” 

You nodded quickly, knowing that as much as you wanted to disagree,  he was most definitely right. “Just sit.” Benedict pointed to the bed, and you did so without hesitating, being very obedient. “And stay there. I won’t be gone for very long.” 

Benedict managed to leave his bedchamber without being spotted – using the servants staircase in order to avoid seeing anybody, and making his way down to the kitchen in order to fetch tea and biscuits for you. Meanwhile, you sat on the edge of Benedict’s bed, inspecting the surroundings the best you could without moving. You noticed an easel in the corner of the room and raised an eyebrow – you wouldn’t have guessed that he was a painter, but then again, you hardly knew him.

The minutes dragged on for what felt like eternity, waiting for Benedict to return to his room, and when he finally did you weren’t expecting him to return carrying a huge tray in a rather clumsily manner. He placed it down on the table besides his bed, shutting the door behind him as quick as he could. “Sorry that took me so long I…” He hesitated for a moment, seeming to carefully think his words over. “If I’m being completely honest I couldn’t work the stove to heat the water… but I got there eventually. Tea and biscuits, for you.” Benedict smiled sheepishly, before beginning to pour you a cup of tea. He handed it to you, and you gratefully took it. “You actually stayed sat there, how obedient!” 

You rolled your eyes, attempting to pay no mind to the way that particular comment made you feel – deciding to ignore it completely. “Thank you, Benedict.” Silence fell between the two of you, Benedict pouring a cup for himself before sitting besides you. “You’re an artist?”

He glanced over at the easel in the corner of the room before looking back to you, nodding as he did so. “Something like that… I like to draw, but whether I am an artist or not is most likely up for debate.” 

“Are you any good? Would you be able to capture my likeness? Can I see one of your sketchbooks?” You inquired, questions falling from you with zero difficulty. You thought that perhaps you might be speaking too much, but Benedict entertained every question that you asked him. 

He paused for a moment, eyes scanning you up and down – you couldn’t help but shiver underneath his gaze. “Hm… I’m certainly not a bad painter, though sometimes I doubt myself – I suppose we all doubt ourselves at times.” He was quiet once again, choosing his words carefully. “I’m unsure whether I’d be able to capture your beauty, but I’m always up for a challenge.” Benedict began to search through his bedside drawers, holding multiple sketchbooks in his hand. “I’m not sure if all of my sketches would be exactly… appropriate for a lady.” 

Once again, your cheeks warmed in embarrassment, and you turned your attention quickly to your tea to hide just how flustered his words made you – trying to ignore him as he began to flick through the pages of the filled books, tossing a few aside as he deemed them as being too inappropriate for your eyes. Of course you were curious, but you chose not to press on. 

You crossed your legs underneath you in the best way that you could manage whilst still wearing your ballgown, leaning forwards with interest as Benedict opened a sketchbook on the bed in front of you – pointing to the charcoal sketches. “My sisters… Daphne, Eloise, Francesca and Hyacinth.” he pointed to each picture, smiling proudly as he did so – proud more so of his actual sisters than he was of the drawings (although he knew that he had captured them well.)

“They’re beautiful, truly. You’re quite gifted.” You turned the page, smiling as you took in each sketch. 

You certainly didn’t miss how Benedict’s cheeks flushed a reddish hue with each compliment, how his lips turned up at the corners into a shy smile. He was clearly passionate about his work, cared more than he wanted to about what others thought of his art, that he valued your opinion. “Thank you… it means a lot. Truly.” 

The two of you spent as long as possible, talking, laughing, looking through Benedict’s sketchbooks, discussing books you had read recently – until you had sobered up… at least a little bit. The tea and biscuits soaking up some of the alcohol in your system, though there was nothing wrong with being a little bit merry at an event. 

“I suppose you truly should be off now.” Benedict sighed, helping you to your feet. “Most people will be leaving soon…  and you don’t want your mother to end up sending out a search party to find you.” You were certainly a lot more steady on your feet this time around, taking a few hesitant steps with the help of Benedict and feeling fine. 

You nodded, sighing quietly to yourself – you had had a much more enjoyable night, with better conversations in the short amount of time spent with Benedict than you had had at any other ball. “Thank you, for being so kind… and I’m sorry again.” 

Benedict shushed you, pressing a gentle finger to your lips – apparently feeling rather more bold than he usually would. “There’s no need to apologise – as strange as it was, I’ve had a lovely time. A better time than I would had I spent more time actually socialising.” 

“Me too.” You admitted, smiling sheepishly at him. Benedict turned from you, creeping to the door of the room and slowly opening it in order to prevent it creaking — he peered out, eyes scanning the hall to ensure that nobody was around. “It’s clear.” He reached out his hand to guide you to the door and you gladly took it, enjoying the warmth of his skin on yours as you were lead from the door. Benedict walked you to the end of the hall, pointing as he gave you directions back to the ballroom. 

You couldn’t help but feel a sadness within you as you walked the halls, taking in every tiny piece of detail: the paintings; the wallpaper; the furniture; the flooring – certain that you wouldn’t be returning. “Well… Goodbye.” You whispered shyly, offering a small wave before turning and beginning to descend the grand stairs. 

“Wait…” Benedict mumbled, turning and taking your hand in his and spinning you around to face him. You felt your eyebrows furrow together in confusion, watching as he hesitated with his words before finally blurting out the question – “Can I see you again?” 

“Of course you can… Mr Bridgerton.” You smiled, and in a feeling of unnatural and rare moment of courage you leaned up to kiss his cheek – pressing your soft lips to his skin before pulling away and watching as his face began to flush to a pretty shade of rosy pink. Unbelievable. You had managed to make Benedict Bridgerton blush. 

Before he could speak, you practically ran from the scene, gathering up your skirt in your hands to ensure that you wouldn’t trip. You knew that it was probably quite a dangerous thing to do, considering the fact that you weren’t exactly sober.

Benedict watched as you ran from him until you were completely out of sight, his lips slightly parted in surprise as he struggled to process all of the events from that night — it  all felt very much like a fever induced dream.

On returning to his bedchambers, Benedict flipped to a new page in his sketchbook and began to draw – wanting to sketch you to the best of his abilities before his memories began to fade. Despite his previous desire for an early and long night of sleep, he ended up staying awake for most of the night working on the portrait, ensuring that it would be ready before you awoke that morning. 

And when you awoke one of the first things that you discovered was a grand bouquet of roses left on the table besides your bed, made up of all sorts of different shades and sizes… alongside a note. Your lady’s maid had brought the flowers into your room whilst you had slept, creeping along the wooden floor so as not to wake you. She was secretly excited for you, having sneakily seen the note which came with the bouquet – she had unfolded it before tucking it back into place.

Hours after the flowers had arrived, you finally awoke. Still in your nightgown, half asleep and still in your nightgown, half asleep and sporting a small alcohol induced headache - you had leaned over to inspect the flowers before reaching for and unfolding the note — discovering a drawing of yourself. 

 A small gasp escaped you as you took it in. Benedict. He had made you look beautiful, so beautiful – he had captured you perfectly, all of you, seeming to even capture the soul behind your eyes. You just seemed so alive. His signature was at the bottom of the portrait, alongside the words “Sketched with love and care for Miss Y/N. – Benedict Bridgerton.” 

You ran your finger gently across the words, careful not to smudge any of it – the words repeating in your head again and again. A contented sigh falling from your lips, you fell back onto your mattress, holding the drawing close to your chest as the night’s events really sunk into you. It was hard to believe – yet the words on the page were there as proof — sketched with love and care for Miss Y/N. Benedict Bridgerton.

Geta, Geta, Geta….

gifts ceo husband jay likes to spoil wifey with

— ✧ requested by: @s-ngh8n-main

PERFUME

type: warm and classic

as mentioned here, jay likes to pick out your perfume of the day. he prefers scents such as vanilla and lavender because they’re calming and not harsh to the nose. perfume is a gift jay doesn’t buy too often because even if he can afford to buy you a new fragrance every day if he wanted to but he believes that scents should be appreciated and it’s not good to mix too many of them all at once.

JEWELRY 

type: minimalistic and personalized

jay is a man of class and while people are aware of his wealth it’s never something that he actively tries to advertise like those with big flashy brand logos just screaming for attention. he’s a humble man and he doesn’t see a need to prove to people that he has money. when it comes to gifting you jewelry, he doesn’t want it to take attention away from your beauty so a more minimalistic style is fitting. he likes to personalize the jewelry he gives you. whether it’s including a “j” charm, engraving his initials or a special date, or outright designing the piece himself. he’ll usually gift you necklaces because you already have a wedding and engagement ring and bracelets tend to just get in the way whenever you need to do work.

SWEET TREATS (from other countries)

as a ceo, it’s a given that jay goes on business trips. also, one of his primary love languages is food! before his business trip ends, jay will usually go to a shop that sells candies and treats to find two to three things that neither of you have tried before. he’ll bring it home so that you can try something new together and it’s a fun experience for you both.

EXTRAS:

jay is thinking of creating a perfume line for his business and naming it after you.

he likes to buy fluffy socks and says its for you but eventually he steals them to wear for himself around the house.

with any gift he gives you regardless of how big or small it is, he makes origami hearts and writes notes for you to read. totally not smth i do irl

— ✧ a/n: may or may not do gifts wifey spoils jay but idk

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sweet.

pairing: beomgyu x reader

genre: fluff

summary: beomgyu is whipped for the reader, that's it. that's the plot. just something short and sweet to make your hearts ache.

warnings: none<3

word count: 557

notes: the continuous rain outside has had me yearning for love yet again<//3

beomgyu buried his face deeper into your neck, holding you even closer, unable to get enough of the feeling his body touching yours, skin on skin burning so deeply against each other. you could his hot breath against your collarbones, silky hair tickling your skin.

“are you tired?”

beomgyu didn’t open his mouth to speak, he couldn’t even find the energy to move a finger; his deep hum that you interpreted as a “yes” vibrated against your body. you combed your fingers through the strands of his hair, occasionally letting your nails gently scratch against his scalp, making a soft sigh escape his lips. beomgyu didn’t have to pretend that he was okay with you. he didn’t have to put on a facade, to hide away his emotions, his stress and worries. with you, he could just show his true, raw self. “i love you” he whispered so softly against your skin, that you were unable to make out the words he was saying.

“hm? what did you say, gyu?”

he pressed his lips against your collarbone, then left a kiss on your neck, then another- and another. you didn’t question his actions, simply enjoying the feeling of his plush lips on your skin. he lifted himself up from his position on your chest. his lips traced a path from your neck to one of your arms, then back up and onto the other, to treat it with just as much care and attention. beomgyu took your hands in his, interlocking your fingers and pressing them down on the soft pillow above your head. he gave you another kiss, this time, on the corner of your jaw. he brought his face closer to yours until your noses touched. he closed his eyes for a moment and smiled, biting down on his lower lip, then he looked directly into your eyes as he whispered once again:

“i love you.” he stared intently at you “i love you- so much.” your heart’s pace picked up, burning from the amount of love you held for him. you glanced over at his lips, begging him in your mind to close the distance “my heart is so full of you, that i can hardly call it mine.” and with that- he kissed you on your mouth, fulfilling your unspoken wish. your chest felt warm, butterflies still flying around your stomach just like the very first time you got a taste of his sweet lips. “i love you too, gyu” you grinned into the kiss. you didn’t know how beomgyu’s heart melted entirely at the mere sound of those words; how ultimately, you were his greatest weakness. you didn’t need to say it back to him- and yet you did. beomgyu felt warm all over, the bangs framing his face hiding his burning cheeks away from you. he eagerly kissed you again- as if it was his last time he would be able to see you, to touch you again. no words would have been able to capture his feelings as well as his kisses did. he wasn’t aggressive- he was still tender, caressing your lips with his so delicately, yet so full of passion, hushed loving whispers and promises shared only between the two of you sneaking in as your lips crushed together.

it was so sweet, knowing that you loved him.

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fireplace

pairing : sim jake x fem!reader

wc : 0.4k

note : writing this STRESSED ME TF OUT so if it’s bad i’m sorry 💀

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“she seems to like you,” jake mused at the girl petting layla, a soft smile on his face as he shut the wooden door behind him.

“of course she likes me; i’m her favorite of us two,” she retorted, peeling her eyes from the dog in her lap to the prince that had walked into the bedroom.

snorting at his lover’s words, jake came up behind the plush couch that rested near a roaring fireplace, setting a hand on her shoulder and bending slightly to meet her eyes. “i wouldn’t be so sure about that, love.”

opening her mouth to argue, she was cut off when jake called layla’s name, smirking as the dog immediately jumped off the sofa and came running in his direction.

jake shrugged with a cheeky smile as he disappeared behind the couch to pet layla, leaving the girl to shift in her seat and drape herself over the back. “you are quite annoying, i hope you’re aware of that.”

looking up, jake continued to grin as he stood and hopped over the back of the couch in one swift motion. “i am aware, thank you very much.”

the girl shook her head at him, but curled against his side after he had rid himself of his coat and boots. “you’re extremely lucky i love you, or i would’ve kicked you out of this castle and stolen layla from you.”

“oh, i’m sure you would. but i think layla would drive you mad without me here. you’d just end up coming back to me in the end,” jake said, his head tilted to the side as he looked into the blazing fire.

scoffing, the girl rested her head on his shoulder, moving against his frame. “i don’t believe i’d come running back to you.”

“you’ve already done it once, what would stop you from doing it again?”

“ok, that was one time-”

“still happened though,” jake recalled as he met her eyes. she didn’t say anything back, only glared playfully at her fiance.

“oh don’t look at me like that, you know it’s true,” jake said as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. “now get some rest, i told you not to stay up for me.”

“but i wanted to see you,” his partner whispered as she shut her eyes, her cheek falling against his chest.

smiling, jake kissed her brow, whispering a soft “i know” before resting his head on her own, letting his thoughts wander as his eyes returned once again to the fire.

Need a dilf in my life so bad (just watched sharp stick)