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( 📁 baby fever. by lee haechan ＿ ⭐ O1O1 )

when your sister has her daughter and you go to visit her, haechan can't think about anything other than having your own baby.

𓍯 . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ─── pairing. lee haechan x fem!reader. genre. fluff, established relationship. warnings. mentions of pregnancy, a lot of fluff, really.

lily notes. sorry, i'm a victim of baby fever and needed to write something about this. haechan is the love of my life, so here he is. <3

haechan really wishes someone had warned him about seeing your partner with a baby, about how much it would make you want one of your own.

your sister had recently had her baby and you couldn't afford to miss the opportunity to meet your niece. therefore, you waited until haechan had a day off and went to visit your sister.

when they both saw her, haechan was surprised. that baby looked more like yours than your sister's, you looked alike, it was undeniable.

even your sister had jokingly mentioned that if she'd known her daughter would look like her annoying sister, she wouldn't have had her.

but here you were. crying with your sleeping niece comfortably in your arms.

haechan was sitting next to you, hugging you sideways as he wiped away the tears that fell from your eyes, rubbing your arm or kissing your cheek occasionally to comfort you.

“she’s so beautiful” you whispered, your voice shaking, haechan smiled, gently wiping away a tear with his thumb.

"just like her auntie" he responded, causing another tear to fall. you let your body fall against his, letting his arm now wrap around your shoulder, careful not to wake the baby.

you had leaned on his chest, with your head on his shoulder, a position you adopted regularly for the feeling of protection and warmth it gave haechan.

he smiled so big when he saw you rub your cheek against the baby's little head or when you kissed her forehead, that anyone could swear he was in love with you.

his eyes were now the doors to his feelings towards you. in the sense of the word purity, adoration, love.

his chest was warm, not just from your body heat, but from everything you were making him feel. he rested his head against yours, kissing it and letting his pits fill with your scent.

he took your free hand in his as if it were made of glass, squeezed it gently and caressed it with his thumb. his body was relaxed, he was safe and comfortable.

he had you, in your most human aspect, with a baby that wasn't yours, but he could imagine it was. he was thinking about what a mother you would be like, what a good mother you would be, taking care of your baby day after day. together.

he watch you carefully, admiring the smile that grew on your face. he didn't know that you were so good with children that, when your sister handed you a crying baby, she would stop crying in your arms.

he wanted that, he needed it.

he couldn't contain everything he felt in his stomach, in his chest. you looked so serene and warm, that he himself wanted to give you that feeling forever.

he couldn't find a way to let out that heat, other than in a few simple words.

"i want to have a baby," he said suddenly, with a voice full of love and tranquility. his hand left a strand of hair behind your ear as you turned to look at him, shocked.

"what?" you responded, completely stunned. you knew that haechan was a dreamer and wanted to spend a life with you, just like you. you wanted to get married, live together until you were old, but children? you didn't expect it.

his soft eyes looked into yours, you could swear you saw the entire galaxy in his pupils. his lips approached your nose, placing a kiss on the red tip of it.

his forehead rested on yours as his hands made their way to the back of your neck, caressing behind your ears with his thumb. his soft, loving eyes closed, breathing.

“i want us to have a baby, our baby” his words crashed into your face. you let yourself be carried away by his caresses and soft actions. you also wanted the same thing.

“our baby” you replied, closing the space between the two of you.

a slow, but passionate kiss. where all the "i want" were there, in a kiss. his hands became responsible for bringing you closer to him, suffocating you with his being. his lips moved in time, slowly, demonstrating the words that the heat in his chest demonstrated.

when you separated, your foreheads never moved away, smiles appearing between the small kisses. “i want to have a baby too, with you” you replied, letting haechan fill your face with kisses.

"we'll do that then" he responded, kissing you lovingly again.

and between the warmth of his arms, with a new member of the family in your arms, haechan and you signed a pact of love, of trust, where all feelings became eternal, sworn.

his arms would always be a warm and comfortable home for you, and your future child.

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( 📁 makeup model. by lee jeno ＿ ⭐ O1O1 )

when a new package of makeup arrives, you can't help but use it on jeno.

𓍯 . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ─── pairing. lee jeno x fem!reader. genre. fluff, established relationship, cute. warnings. none.

lily notes. i don't care that he appears to be an alpha male, he is a baby girl. sorry for not updating for a long time, but i'm back! i try to keep this account afloat because it makes me quite happy.

when jeno received and opened a package in your name, he never thought he would end up in this situation.

sitting in front of you, with a furry thing on his head as you ran your hands over his face. that was the part he liked the most, anyway. your delicate and small hands tracing small circles on his cheeks, forehead and chin.

you applied products to it that he didn't understand their function, but he wasn't very interested in knowing it either. he just watched you. sitting in a swivel chair, with your legs crossed and wrapped in your pajamas, but in his big white t-shirt.

you looked so happy, quality and above all, comfortable. for jeno, you were like feeling at home; hugging you was like getting to sleep in a newly changed bed, being able to rest your head on the softest feather pillow and sleep in the warmest and most comfortable sheets.

that was his description of home because you were there. who loved him and cared for him like a son.

"we're done with the preparation" you said, breaking him out of his world. jeno blinked several times, fluttering his eyelashes at you.

"that's all?" he asked, thinking the process was too short to enjoy. he couldn't even do it because he was so engrossed in your beautiful face.

you looked at him with funny eyes, noticing how distracted he was. “no, baby, it was just the beginning” he nodded, much happier than before.

he watched you take out the palette with colors that he himself had received. he knew it was for the eyes because he had seen you do your makeup thousands of times.

he liked how you devoted affection to your appearance. and although according to him, you didn't need makeup, it always made you highlight the beauty you already possessed.

you held out the palette in front of his face. “you know what it is for, right?” he nodded. he smiled at you, not being able to help but touch your dimples fondly.

you gave his large hand a quick touch before continuing with your business. "well, what color do you want?" you asked him, he looked at you with his big, dark eyes, like a puppy.

he took your free hand in his, intertwining your fingers, "do what you want, baby girl, i don't care" he spoke softly, kissing your hand briefly.

“okay, brown then” you said, taking your makeup brush and smearing it with the soft brown color from the palette.

jeno watched as you turned the brush between your fingers, trying to soak the brown color quickly. he loved your hands madly, all the things they allowed you to do, do to him, were simply lovely to him.

he never let go of your clasped hand. “close your eyes, love” you ordered. jeno closed them quickly, allowing you to add the color.

your hand squeezed the space of his eyelid, making his eyes flutter at the sensation. “relax” you whispered, your voice being enough to relax him.

jeno felt how your wrist moved the brush from one side to the other, painting its socket with the color you had chosen. when you finished spreading and blending the color, you continued with his other eye, following the same steps.

jeno opened his eyes when he felt you move away, your mocking smile being the first thing he saw. "what's happening?" he asked curiously.

you shook your head as you giggled. “nothing, nothing, you just look beautiful” you laughed, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.

his hands caught your waist, preventing you from moving away from him, he rubbed his face with your stomach, leaving the occasional kiss.

"you're too far away, princess," he whispered into your stomach, his voice tender. you smiled, running your hands over the back of his neck, massaging it.

"i need to see your face well, baby" you replied. his eyes lifted to look at yours “sit here, then” he tugged at your waist, leaving you sitting on his lap.

“better” he grunted, stretching his legs and adjusting his hips to make you more comfortable. you hit his shoulder while laughing “idiot”.

you continued with what you were initially doing, taking the palette and with your finger, you took some glitter. jeno closed his eyes, letting your soft fingers touch his eyelids.

he put his hands under your shirt, massaging your hips and waist from top to bottom. your warm body quickly turned his cold hands into hot ones.

although this was something he hadn't thought about, it was something he loved. the closeness between the two of you, his body heat beneath yours, your breath hitting his face and, even though he couldn't see you, your face close to his.

if he didn't have his eyes closed right now, he would swear he wouldn't be able to stop kissing you and the whole makeup plan would go to waste.

jeno loved, no matter what, any situation where you, him and the closeness were involved.

your fingers abandoned their space in his socket, now feeling the softness of the brush. and it didn't compare to the softness of your fingers, not at all.

"we're done with the eyes" you said, kissing his nose and relaxing your back. jeno tightened his grip on your waist just in case.

he allowed himself to open his eyes, smiling at your image. looking at you was like going to heaven, or at least what people said it was, because he was seeing an angel.

"can i curl your eyelashes?" you asked him, jeno responded with a confused question "curl them?"

you nodded with a smile, taking your cosmetic bag and searching through the makeup for the curling iron. when you found it and showed it to him, he didn't seem very convinced about letting you do it.

he had seen you do it many times, and it always seemed like a horrible thing to him.

you quickly read his body language, caressing the side of his face to reassure him "it's not going to hurt, really" you assured him "but if you want, we won't do it"

he let his face fall into your hand, keeping his eyes steady on yours "alright". your comforting smile kept him afloat, and the process went quite well.

when you finished, you moved away from him a little, looking deeply into his eyes. jeno smiled when he saw you laugh, not being able to help but attack your neck with kisses when your head, after laughing, leaned back.

“you look gorgeous, my beautiful girlfriend,” you laughed into the crook of his neck as he pulled you closer.

“oh, you must be feeling really jealous right now” he whispered in your ear, poking your sides.

jeno loved to make you laugh. it was his daily dose. smile, laughter, hugs and kisses. that was what he needed.

he kissed the side of your head and when you moved away from his neck, he kissed your lips.

and with his lips on yours, he said "now i want to do your makeup"

it was his turn to laugh after your complaints.