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put your head on my shoulder - mini series
mini series for my popular couple
marriage au to parents au | husband!jk x wife!reader (female reader)
You and Jungkook spent your marriage building a life full of love, laughter, and dreams of a family. But as you guys embark on the journey to conceive, you find yourself navigating a path far more challenging and exciting than the two of you ever anticipated.
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i. january - baby fever
Alex and Henry as parents when their kid is in the principal's office:
Everyone expects Henry to be the one called to discuss whatever their kid did to be in trouble.
This is incorrect. Alex is the diplomat, the negotiator, the man of reason (with the bias of his kid, obviously). And he has a personal history of rebellion, so he understands his kid's perspective in getting into trouble.
Henry is a last resort who offers no mercy. The principal either complies or is mysteriously transferred to a different school district.
❝ in your dna ❞
┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis there’s no doubt about it, she’s his daughter - no matter what. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / idol!jeonghan / parent!au + parent!seventeen again / father hannie crying sounds ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing jeonghan x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 2.0k words
┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note requested by @shuajeong! same timeline as ‘some things never change’ (lee chan)
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“Hannie...” you sighed as your eyes fell on the two Yoons, “look at the state of you both.”
Jeonghan looked between you and your daughter, who was coated in numerous colours of paint that had smudged on her skin and clothes. Your partner was no better, with some smudges of paint on his face and his hands no longer the colour of his skin - even his blue denim jeans had some green paint smeared on them. He flashed you a small, mischievous smile.
“It was her idea.” Jeonghan was quick to blame your six-year-old daughter, who stared at him in disbelief. You knew damn well that she wanted to see the rest of Miniteen - the group name dedicated to Seventeen’s children - today.
“We’re supposed to be meeting the others at the park soon…” You puffed your cheeks at Jeonghan’s antics, to which he shrugged. You herded Heeyoung to the bathroom, careful that she didn’t rub acrylic paint on any of the furniture or walls as she passed by them. Heeyoung was smart to strip off her clothes while you ran her a bath, mumbling an apology for the mess her and her father had made.
You couldn’t fault the young child for owning up to consequences and taking responsibility but you knew majority of it came from her troublemaker father. Part of you hoped that Jeonghan could remove the paint from his skin before his company murdered you. You washed Heeyoung somewhat, raising a brow in amusement when the six-year-old demanded you let her do it. She’d matured well, establishing independence that you assume she got from school - it certainly wasn’t from Jeonghan.
“Is Daddy in trouble?” She asked quietly amongst the splashing of water as she cleaned. You raised your head from where you was typing in Seventeen’s group chat, looking over at her with risen brows. He definitely would be if he was the culprit of the mess, although you assumed he’d be running to the hills by now to avoid your wraith.
“No, of course not,” you reassured your daughter with a smile as she nodded, “now c’mon, I’ve already had to tell your uncles we’ll be late.”
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Jeonghan wasn’t left with any stains on his skin other than the thin line of paint down the sides of his nails that he couldn’t seem to scratch clean. In honesty, he seemed frustrated with that and you took that as a hint he’d learnt his lesson today. Heeyoung didn’t blink an eyelid in your direction once she was with the rest of Seventeen’s kids, making you click your tongue.
“Replaced so easily.” You sighed jokingly and Jeonghan chuckled from where he stood behind the bench you sat on, his hands on your shoulders as you both watched your daughter play.
“Mina doesn’t even respond to Joshua so don’t worry,” Mingyu quipped from beside you where he held a newborn in his arms timidly, “he’s badly hurt by it. He can’t stop pouting.”
Your eyes found the American on another bench and honestly you were surprised Jeonghan wasn’t with him, conversing about small things - or teasing him, one or the other. He was on the phone, appearing a little distraught as he most likely told his partner that Mina had abandoned him to live an idol life with Miniteen. Amused, you looked back at the kids to see Heeyoung doing what she does best - trouble making.
Moving to interject, Jeonghan pressed some weight to your shoulders to seat you back down. You pursed your lips, staring up at the male and awaiting his excuse.
“She didn’t start that,” he stated and he rolled his eyes as your face turned doubtful, “I pinky promise.”
“You’re always covering for her when she’s being mischievous,” Jeonghan’s face faltered momentarily at your words, “it’s always someone else, never Heeyoung.”
Mingyu snorted, glancing between the two of you as Jeonghan was silent, clearly wracking up his next excuse.
“Fuck you caught me.” He mumbled and you rolled your eyes, pulling him down by his shirt for a kiss.
“I’m not stupid,” you taunted, “it’s in your dna to be a trouble maker.”
As offended as Jeonghan looked, his mouth agape and staring at you, there was no doubt that he recognised you were correct about that. You were very much an opposite to Jeonghan, you were a mediator a lot like Seungcheol and Jihoon where as Jeonghan loved to cause trouble. He was just pure mischief in a human body and unfortunately even though your daughter was barely grasping at the ropes, she was definitely her father’s daughter. You’d even had a few joking complaints from the others once about her mischievous ways.
Part of you hoped she’d grow out of it by the time she starts high school but you weren’t holding your breath.
“Daddy!” Heeyoung yelled from the grass, causing Jeonghan and yourself to look over in a gradual panic that she’d injured herself - or someone else. However she was just waving her hand to Jeonghan, beckoning her father over.
Jeonghan glanced at you and you shrugged, smiling as you sipped your bottle of water. He left you, trekking across the grass to the small dark-haired girl.
“What’s wrong?” Jeonghan hummed, crouching beside her, “did you hurt yourself?”
Heeyoung shook her head and to Jeonghan, it made her look a splitting image of you. Ever since Heeyoung was born, he’d reminded you day in and day out that he believed she was a mirror of you, a small version of the person he loved and adored most in the whole world. He was hellbent on it, even as you sit and deny it, claiming she was a hundred percent all Jeonghan.
You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t see a small resemblance though. She had your eye colour and although her hair colour matched yours, it also matched Jeonghan’s natural hair colour at the roots. Heeyoung didn’t understand that, especially since Daddy was always changing hair colours for his job. She loved that.
The small girl wrapped her arms around her father’s neck, tucking herself into his body as she hugged him. Jeonghan was slightly startled, Heeyoung was usually only very tomboy-ish with him - hence the paint incident. It was highly recognised that she was a lot more affectionate to you, her mother, for whatever reason.
With a tiny stinging feeling in his eyes, he wrapped his arms around his daughter, holding her as close as he physically could yet also as gentle as possible. He treated her as if she was porcelain, about to break at any moment. He couldn’t lose the two of you, Jeonghan was sure of it. He’d bubblewrap you both if he had the option just to make sure. Pressing his lips to her head with a shaky breath, Jeonghan pulled away from his daughter and released her, watching as she dashed off to Mina - Joshua’s daughter.
Jeonghan barely held it together by the time he got back to you, collapsing on the bench beside you as he covered his face with his hand, letting out a barely audible choked sob. You smiled weakly, holding your phone in one hand and grasping his spare hand in the other. You squeezed his hand, resting your head on his shaking shoulder.
“She hugged me, Baby,” he whispered with a little croak as he sniffled, resting his head on yours, “ah fuck.”
He wiped his eyes carefully, shaking his head a little as he let out an airy laugh. How could he appear so pathetic to his partner over a hug? Yet it had meant so much to him. Heeyoung was all over her father as a baby and a toddler, yet now she was aging she was drifting with her affection. She’d give him a kiss when he left for work or before she left for school but barely any more than that.
One night the two of you had figured Heeyoung was old enough now to realise her father was away a lot and it probably upset her. You both laid in bed, cuddled close as you discussed the topic. Jeonghan went away on a world tour not long after Heeyoung turned three and even so young, she’d managed to grasp at a grudge to her father with no true understanding of why he’d suddenly leave her and Mommy alone.
“Maybe she’s realising something,” you murmured as you kissed his cheek, stained with tears, “Daddy’s job is very important but he does it for us.”
You wouldn’t voice it to Jeonghan in the moment but earlier that day Heeyoung had cried in the bath while you cleaned her. She bawled at the thought of her father going away, sobbing out “I don’t want Daddy to go again.” She’d understand eventually, you thought but there was no harm in introducing the idea to her now. So you explained that Daddy worked hard for you and her, that he never went away with malice or the intention to upset her. He wanted to make her proud and that his job was very important so that Heeyoung could still get all the fancy paints Santa would bring her at Christmas. Watching the hug with Jeonghan, you’d figured she’d come to grasps with the explanation you’d given her.
The usually smug man sniffled once more, planting a kiss on your forehead with an exhale. The two of you continued to watch as Heeyoung played with mainly the older children of Miniteen - Soonyoung’s eldest son, Joshua’s daughter, Mingyu’s twins and Chan’s daughter. Despite their differences, Heeyoung was obsessed with Mina. Joshua and his partner raised Mina like a princess - of course so did Jeonghan and yourself but Joshua already treated his partner like royalty, there was no way the two of you could out-do them. Not only that but Mina was bilingual from the get go with Joshua constantly fluctuating between English and Korean even if it was unintentional. She was girly to an extent, she loved to bake and style her mother’s hair and she loved animals.
Heeyoung held a very tomboy aura, thanks to her trouble maker genes. She loved mess and because of it, she also loved gardening. Heeyoung had no issues with getting dirty and that’s why she loved art so much. Jeonghan and yourself not so much, there’s only so much glitter you could find around the house before you went insane.
“We’ll order takeaway tonight,” Jeonghan yawned, wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you into his side, “then we can nap.”
“You and your naps,” you commented, doodling patterns with your finger onto the back of Jeonghan’s hand, “okay. Heeyoung will be pleased with that.”
“Of course,” he scoffed playfully, “if she’s as much like me as you claim, that is.”
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“Heeyoung, time for bed.” You called out into the living room where you knew the girl was sat with crayons and paper. There was some shuffling, followed by the soft padding of bare feet on the apartment’s vinyl floor as she approached where yourself and Jeonghan stood at her bedroom door.
“I’ll finish my drawing tomorrow.” She stated boldly as if either of you was going to doubt her or her art. Jeonghan raised a brow, watching as his daughter toddled into her bedroom already dressed in her pajamas. You smiled at him, following her in to tuck her in.
Heeyoung’s room was a pastel green to match her love for the outdoors, which brought up a few comments from other children when they visited that promptly lead to you or Jeonghan giving a lecture that colours don’t have genders. Heeyoung climbed under her duvet, her deer-like eyes staring up at you expectantly. Jeonghan approached, singing softly one of the songs you recognised to be from his group - Habit.
Those wide eyes began to close slowly, her long eyelashes fluttering shut to her father’s soothing voice. Before she was born, you’d appreciate the moments that Jeonghan sang to you too.
“Goodnight Mommy,” she whispered out barely as she drifted, “goodnight Daddy.”
A smile crawled across Jeonghan’s face, his arm snaking around your waist as the two of you stood over her sleeping form. Jeonghan leaned down, pressing his lips to yours as you embraced the day that had just passed, excitedly waiting for the adventures tomorrow would bring.
Rip Wheeler x Beth Dutton
Parents AU
For @hcllfirexxandxxhclywater
Suga | Parents!au RECs
(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst ,
(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Dribble ,
(💜) ~ Personal Favorite
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Title: Us, Plus Two 🐑🗒💜
Author: @deathbyyoongi
Summary: Also pregnancy!au (reader is pregnant). This is so adorable and it was such a cute read!
↳ “You and Yoongi sharing a moment, relishing in the glow of your growing family when your daughter has a nightmare, and Yoongi has to take care of those pesky monsters.”
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Title: Vegas, Series 💦🐑👊📝
Author: @plumxwrites (Ao3)
Summary: Ongoing. Technically a series of one-shots, but it’s very cute and there kinda all connected.
↳ “Dating Yoongi as an Idol used to be easy, and effortless, like pouring you two a glass of wine after one of his shows… However, after the birth of your surprise baby girl, those effortless days have gotten a little harder, you being unable to travel with your daughter. After one lucky doctor’s appointment though, things seem to shape up…”
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Title: A Quiet Morning 🐑📝
Author: @foxymoxy (Ao3)
Summary: Ongoing. Domestic!au one-shot series.
↳ “Snapshots of domestic life as you and your husband Yoongi settle into your life together and then disrupt it to grow your family. No overarching plot or purpose here, just a collection of connected one shots that will update as things come to me.”
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Title: Recollections 👊🗒
Author: @Beingsuneone (Ao3)
Summary: Also rocky marriage!au.
↳ “Perfect doesn’t last forever, that much you’ve learned. Your ‘perfect’ marriage has turned into the hardest and most frustrating thing in your life. You’ve both lost who you are. There’s a lot that needs to be worked out.”
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Title: The One With Bows 🐑🗒
Author: @yoon2k
Summary: This focuses more on the daughter and Yoongi, instead of Yoongi and reader, but it’s still very cute and all about that parent/domestic!au.
↳ “Yoongi’s hair is getting too long, and he’s constantly having to push it out of his face. Luckily, his daughter just bought a new set of hair ties from Claire’s and is dying to use them”
The Baby is coming | Jeno
Jeno x reader, parents!au.
Word count: 2379 Genre: fluff, a bit comedy Author: maari Warnings: poorly description of pregnancy and labor, a very confused jeno, Note: since my sister is going to have a baby this week and somehow I dreamed about the whole story, I'm bringing this because why not. I hope you guys like! And I'm sorry if I've made any mistakes in describing labor Summary: Going into labor brought more surprises than you thought.
You had returned to your room on the second floor of the house with some difficulty. The swollen feet, the pain in the spine and the gigantic belly that was always heavy at night. You exchanged the white blouse, with great effort since it appeared to have shrunk, and the comfortable pants for a simple dress. Because of the kicks that the baby was giving, you ended up spilling the juice you were drinking and had to change clothes to go back to dinner. You huffed just remembering it would take all the trouble to get downstairs and by the time you got to the first floor your hips were already hurting. You looked for your boyfriend but he wasn't in the room, only your parents and your sister were talking to Jaemin, you approached and saw everyone stop to stare at you.
“Hey, do you know where Jeno is?” "He said he was going to talk to the boys outside." replied and you took a deep breath. He didn't even have 24 hours of his vacation and he was already out of the house. You smiled at the guy and went outside, it was quiet which was unusual. Jeno was coming towards you with the smile of someone who has just heard a joke. "Hey, babe." he stopped when saw you and you put your hands on your hips. "Change clothes?" "I spilled the juice on my shirt, you might as well be in there and help me. It's very tiring having to climb all the time while I look like a kangaroo." you complained. "You are the most beautiful kangaroo in the world." Your hormones were going crazy from the pregnancy and even though the most wonderful man was in front of you, you were still mad. "I'm serious, Lee." he stopped smiling, seeing that you were really annoyed. "We hardly spend any time together and when we finally have a little bit of it at dinner, my boyfriend is hanging around outside with his friends." "But honey I'm off duty, I'm here now." He reached over to stroke your arm. "Yeah, and until when?" you felt your eyes fill with tears even though you didn't want to, because the reason was silly. You knew about your boyfriend's busy schedule, you never complained and understood. But since you found out you're pregnant, things have changed. Of course, he was more careful and paid more attention than usual to you, sometimes too much. You've been together for 3 years, hidden from the fans because that's how things were supposed to be, but ever since you discovered the little slip you had - and that was growing in your belly - Jeno's career was hanging by a thread. You were still living with your parents, so as not to arouse suspicion and because you needed company, and although you had already talked several times about officially marrying Jeno, the proposal had not yet been made. You didn't know if it was because of the company or his decision, you didn't like to charge but got anxious every time you thought about it. Jeno just said that when the baby was born, everything would be sorted out the right way. "Don't do that, you know it doesn't do any good for you and the baby . I don't want either of you to be worried about it." You didn't answer, just nodded while trying not to cry. You were in the last week of pregnancy, your little boy was due to be born in 4 days. "Come here." He hugged you tight and you laid your head on his shoulder. You missed him so much. "I love you both, isn't that enough? Just trust me." You remained silent, sobbing in his arms. You trusted him with all your heart and couldn't understand why you were crying so hard over such a stupid thing. Jeno broke the hug to get a better look at you and placed his hand on your belly, you wiped your face with your hand and saw him frown as he looked down. "Darling, wouldn't you rather go to the bathroom?" What? "Huh?" you asked and kept looking at him. "I know you have an uncontrollable urge to go to the bathroom but…" he lowered his voice. "Did you have to pee out here?" Confused, you looked down and stared at the water running between your legs, pooling at your feet. You felt your body go cold and your heart start beating faster. "Oh my God." It couldn't be. "What's it?" He asked, visibly concerned at the desperation in his voice. "Jeno, the water broke." "Whose?" "Mine!" "And?" You stared back at him and saw how he had no idea what was going on. "What do you mean and?" you asked and he shrugged. "Jeno, the baby is coming. Now!" Your boyfriend's expression changed from confusion to extreme concern and shock, you've never seen his eyes so wide. "...But, didn't he have to be born in four days?" You've heard that boys usually get ahead, but didn't know it would happen to you. "What do we do now?" he questioned himself more. "We have to run. My son will be born." Without another word, he started walking and left you there. "Lee, you're not forgetting anything?" You asked loudly and saw him turn around, running to catch up with you. "Do you want something?" Feeling a pain in your hip, you just spoke out loud. "I want my mom!" "Guys, guys. Somebody help!" Jeno's voice came out squeaky and loud, it didn't take long for everyone to reach you. "What happened?" you mother asked and looked at you. "The baby is coming!" Jeno responded desperately. "Now?" your father spoke. "She needs to go to the hospital." "The maternity bag?" Your sister asked and you leaned on Jeno, the pain was still not unbearable but it really hurt. "It's next to my bed. Jisung, can you get it for me?" You asked and saw the boy approach scared, he agreed and ran into your house. "Let's go in my car." your father warned and Jeno agreed. "It's a good idea, yeah." A good idea because even if he liked to drive, he couldn't afford it right now. "We'll go behind you." Mark spoke and the boys went to the entrance. "I need a towel." "For what?" Jeno asked and helped you walk slowly. "So I don't pee in the car!"
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Seoul's traffic was worse than you'd thought, and it didn't help your current condition. You had already read reports about childbirth, you didn't need to be desperate because the water broke but you couldn't be too calm either. It was such a fine line that you couldn't think straight, in fact the contractions were getting worse, the pain was still bearable but very strong. Jeno, the poor guy, was sitting next to you with his hand clasped in yours completely bewildered, he didn't know whether to look at you, your father driving or the traffic. You would have been amused if you weren't too busy squeezing his hand or arm when you were in pain, in your defense it was your own boyfriend who had suggested it to do it.
"Finally!" your father spoke as soon as the light turned and he drove fast, in a way you've never seen before. Jeno looked at you and you returned with a nervous smile, he caressed your face in a sweet way. "We’re almost there." you nodded and soon the car was pulling up in front of the emergency entrance. Your parents got out of the car quickly as Jeno cautiously opened the door and helped you down carefully, the liquid was still pouring out of you and at this point you didn't even bother to dirty the hospital. You walked in, Jeno practically carrying you by his shoulders as you tried to control your breathing. “My girlfriend is going into labor.” he told the reception nurse and she got you a wheelchair. “Hurry up, lady. She's giving birth.” Jeno spoke, this time irritated by the calm that seemed out of place for the nurse. “Boy, stay calm. I know how to do my job, all right?” She replied and looked back at you after you sat down. “How long ago did your water break?” “About 10 or 15 minutes ago.” you replied while squeezing the arm of the chair tightly. “Alright, the family can accompany me, please.” The nurse took you while Jeno held your hand, your parents following close behind. You went into a room and the nurse gave you the apron to change into, you didn't even bother to take it off right there in front of everyone, and then you were lying in bed with the devices on to monitor you and your baby. Your doctor didn't take long to arrive and smiled at you, trying somehow to calm you down. He was expecting you to be there in four days but of course he had warned you about the likelihood of the baby coming early and what hospital and time he would be in if it did. "I'm going to do one last ultrasound, all right?" you agreed and he started. You became calmer when you saw your baby on the screen. The doctor explained that everything was fine, your son was perfectly positioned and he warned that he would have to do a digital exam to know how dilated you were for delivery. Jeno remained by your side the entire time, looking quite anxious. “You are 7 cm, by the time your water broke, in a few minutes you reach 10 and we can start delivery. I’ll prepare the room, the nurse will come to proceed with the procedures.” "Thank you, doctor." Jeno went after the doctor as soon as he left and your parents approached. You didn't know why your boyfriend had gone but you couldn't worry about it, you were anxious, you couldn't contain the happiness of knowing that you would soon see your baby's face, holding him. Jeno came back after a while you didn't even count, he was holding the maternity bag and that was a sign that the boys had arrived. He was sweating as he held his hands in a nervous way, he couldn't stop moving his fingers. You thought it was funny, you've never seen him so nervous like that, not even when you kissed for the first time or when you confessed that you were in love, or even the first time you slept together. It was strange how the whole story of the two of you played like a movie right before your eyes. There were many fights and joys, many resignations and much news. A roller coaster that, in the end, was worth it. The doctor came back and you felt your heart beating faster, was it time already? “I came to warn that whoever is accompanying the birth needs to get ready.” Everyone looked at Jeno and he laughed nervously. You had already talked about it several times, he was afraid to accompany the birth but he wanted so much to be there by your side. "And that your baby brought a surprise along." the doctor said and held out a folded paper to you. You looked confused at him who just smiled, you took the paper and opened it, in a hurry to find out what was there. You felt tears form and a silly smile appeared as you read what was written.
"Babe, I wanted to make a big surprise like in those romantic movies you've been watching often, but I confess I didn't have time to organize it. Not when you have a baby on the way. Ever since we met, I've been delighted. The relaxed and light way you lead your life captivated me, and you know it didn't take me long to get involved to the point of being completely in love with you. I know I've made a lot of gaffes around you, our first kiss, as amazing as it was, was pretty embarrassing. I never expected to slip into that puddle of water and land right on top of you. But for some reason you didn't think I was weird and also fell in love with me, it's ok my beauty helped. I will never forget the day we became one for the first time, how nervous we were and how I prepared everything to make it a perfect night. And it was, it was there that we conceived our treasure that is in your womb. I know we've had many ups and downs, and that your parents still expect me to do more for you and they're not wrong, I know I've left something to be desired and waited a lot. Your parents aren't the only ones worried about our future, I'll never forget the fact that my mom ran after me with a shoe after I told her you were pregnant. I know everyone wonders when I'm going to ask you to marry me, because they're afraid I'm going to abandon you or leave our relationship like this for the rest of our lives, and I can assure you that won't happen. Because I want to marry the most beautiful woman in the world, have many children with you and grow old by your side. I was just waiting for the right moment to do this, so if you can look at me right now…
Seriously, babe, look at me.”
You looked to the side behind Jeno, barely seeing him kneeling by the bed with a ring, the tears weren't helping either. You wanted to get up but the pain you were feeling stopped you, so you just brought your hands to your mouth to hold back a sob, feeling your heart beating much faster than normal. "I can't believe it..." your voice was muffled and you saw him smile widely, the twinkle in his eyes that always attracted you. “Love of my life, will you marry me?” he asked and you noticed how he was just as anxious as you are. If he asked you a million times, the answer would always be the same. Yes.
bellissima | knj
SYNOPSIS; once your husband finds the meaning behind your rejection, he’s having none of it
GENRE: fluff, smut, parents!au
PAIRING: namjoon x reader
WORD COUNT: 8.1k
WARNINGS: cunnilingus, unprotected sex, lactation kink, strong language, dirty talk, multiple orgasms
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You've never thought seeing a small baby, your baby, could melt your heart at the simplest things.
You remember when some of your friends got pregnant and had babies, the urge to have one of your own was never stronger. You were constantly surrounded by the tiny humans and even their loud and unstoppable crying wasn't enough to change your mind that it may've for some women. But all the feelings from the cuteness you've seen are million times stronger right now. Because this is not just some baby, this is your baby that you're seeing.
You watch your daughter laying on her tummy, trying to push up on her chubby arms. She groans, struggling a little bit as she drools onto her fluffy pink blanket that she lays on. She kicks her legs rather harshly, getting more active each day.
Just three months ago, you were carrying her inside your womb and it's almost miracle, how fast she grows. All those nine months filled with throwing up, morning sickness that lasted way more than just morning to your moody and bratty attitude that your husband had to put up with. An incredible husband who never seemed to be annoyed by you, fulfilling your demand or wish.
“She's impatient,” he comments, his eyes shining at the sight of his daughter who seems to be angry. “I wonder who she got it from.” he adds teasingly, laughing when he sees you glaring at him but with amused grin on your lips.
You both sit on the floor next to each other, admiring your little angel that seems to be showing her personality much more these days. He pulls you closer, his arms draped against your shoulders as he softly places a kiss into your hair. You watch her for another few minutes, laughing at the cute grimaces she makes or when she shows you her gums, laughing at the both of you. She loves the sound of Namjoon's laugh. It always makes her smile and laugh along with you, without her even knowing what exactly it means. It feels magical to get to see her way of thinking, or simply just observe her while she's on her own. She yawns and starts to whine, her legs kicking even more as you sigh.
“Okay, missy. It's time for your nap.” you tell her, picking her up as she keeps whining before a sob escapes her small pouty lips.
“I can take her,” Namjoon says, already standing up dusting off his butt as he smiles at you. “Come on. Go rest.” he tells you, observing your tired eyes and the tiny bags under them.
It's been awhile since you got to properly relax. It makes him sad to see you that way, despite of seeing you happy and smiling whenever you're with your daughter. You're usually the one who wakes up in the middle of the night whenever she cries. It's not like he doesn't want to, but with you being on maternity leave, he's the only one who provides money for your family. He gets up early in the morning and comes later in the evening, so there's barely any time for you to be together. Weekends are exception, luckily. And as much as Namjoon lets you know how awful he feels about you taking care of your daughter alone, he's not right. You've spent an hour talking about it with him, persuading him that he's taking care of her as well. He makes sure you've a place to live and food on the table, that's as much important. Nobody said having a kid is easy, you both knew that.
Namjoon's natural caring personality isn't helping as you see him struggling over those things. There's nothing you can do that can change his mind of his way of thinking. He tries to help whenever he's around and today isn't exception.
He was the one who went to her crib when she started to cry in the morning. He let you sleep and fed her with the bottled milk you prepared, in case it's needed. You still breastfeed her, but it's convenient to have some milk in the fridge just in case.
You don't protest, Sunhi reaching towards her father as she stops crying. He takes her, cuddling her to his chest as he walks out of the living room. You take that time to lay down your exhausted body, putting on the latest episode of Riverdale. You're not really paying attention to the actual plot, your mind drifting elsewhere but you enjoy the silence. As much as you love your babygirl Sunhi, it's nice not to be on watch every second and just relax.
You hear Namjoon's humming and the sound of hanging toy that's placed on her crib, the sweet lullaby resounding behind your bedroom's door.
The track of time is lost, until you hear the bedroom door creaking as Namjoon silently tries to tiptoe not to wake his sleeping angel up.
“She won't wake up.” you chuckle, finding the image of him tiptoeing to the couch very amusing.
“Just in case.” he reasons, grinning as he hovers over your body before he slouches next to you.
The couch is not that big, but big enough to fit you both even though it's not as comfortable and he's close to actually falling down. “Thank you for taking care of her.” he says, pulling you closer to his chest as you happily cuddle to him.
Ever since Sunhi was born, you've barely had any time to enjoy your time alone with him. It's only natural for it to happen, with Namjoon's job and a newborn in your family. She's older now, but she still needs your whole attention and care.
“Of course.” you smile against his shirt, his scent comforts your senses and makes you close your eyes in delight.
Namjoon's hands rubs soothing circles into your back, kissing the top of your head every now and then before he tucks a finger under your chin to have a better look at you. You blush, even all those years of marriage underneath his warm eyes as he smiles, a deep dimple popping out of his cheek. His head dips down, the angle is awkward and probably uncomfortable for his neck but he still presses his lips to yours. What seemed like an innocent peck, he deepens the kiss as he starts kissing you slowly. His hands move against your hips and he moves you onto his body, taking your space with his tall and huge one. You giggle, surprised by the sudden movement as he does the same before he continues with kissing you. But this time, his hands move down to your ass before he grips it with a slight groan to your lips. It makes you flustered, the single sound muffled by your lips makes you squirm in your spot. The thin material of his black sweatpants makes it easier for you to feel his hardening length against your abdomen. The sound of your mouths colliding with each other is the only sound you can hear, the TV show is long forgotten.
“Fuck, baby.” he murmurs against your lips, his breath shuddered against your mouth.
You see the glint in his eyes, the way his lips are already swollen and red from all the kissing and his breathing is quickened. He wants you. You see desire in his eyes mimicking yours as well. Your foreheads bump into each other once you're met with your lips against, his tongue moving smoothly in your mind as he makes sure to bite onto your lower lip and slightly tug it which only makes you moan. You're so distracted that you barely feel his hand sleeping down your leggings and panties, his fingers brushing past your ass cheeks before you feel him on your slit. Gasping into his mouth, you shake against him from the familiar but almost forgotten feeling.
It's been awhile since he has touched you this way, but you know it's been all your doing. Ever since your gynecologist gave you the green light for sex, you barely mentioned it to Namjoon. You were – and still are – craving for his touch but your dumb self-consciousness and the lack of confidence is the huge barrier that prevents you to truly feel connected with your husband.
But Namjoon isn't dumb. He knows he can touch you now and was initiating his need for you couple of times. But you've always brushed it off and chickened out which left you embarrassed, curled in your sheets to hide the guilt from your face. The great husband he is, he never pressured you into anything and haven't talk to you about it. He sensed something's not right and if you wanted to talk about it, you would. He gave you space, barely touching you this way. Your times together were filled with occasional kisses and innocent brush of his hands, but other than that it was nothing.
You desired him like you always have, even during your pregnancy. That was the time you had sex almost every day, blaming it on the hormones that made you feel extra horny for your husband. More than usual, of course. Even back then, you were pretty self-consciousness about your weight which isn't that much of a surprise, not when your stomach is bloated as if you swallowed a huge balloon. It surprised you how your husband was barely affected by the huge barricade between you two. Sex became more tough with each day and there was only small amount of positions you could try and even more less that actually worked. Namjoon didn't mind it. He told you that you look more than attractive with his baby inside of you.
But now there's no baby inside of you and you're left with all the fat that still remained from the pregnancy.
“Fuck,” Namjoon gasps, your mouth falls open in shock as he slips his finger past your folds and inside of you, your walls wrap around him immediately. “How are you even tighter?” he thinks out loud, not really waiting for any real answer when he starts pumping his finger in and out of you, your head falling to his chest.
A shaky breathes leaves your mouth as he pulls out, circling his finger around your slit.
“Tell me,” he breathes out. “Tell me you want me.”
He won't continue unless you fulfill his wish, but still pinches your clit as you groan into his chest that vibrates with low chuckle. “Say it, Y/N.”
He's impatient, hazily reminding you of your daughter that he so thought she got her impatience from you. You almost want to mention it but stop, when he does it again but this time with much more pressure leaving you breathless.
“Fuck, yes, yes. Touch me. I want you.” you chant, your face hidden against his shirt that you almost drool on.
You fulfill his wish, so he gently tries to pry you off his chest as he clumsily stands up. You lay on your back, watching him stare at you before he hooks his fingers underneath the hem of your leggings. There's no time to protest, he's too quick and impatient to get that piece of clothing off you. He throws it somewhere behind him, his eyes purely focused on you while he watches you like you're the piece of art. He admires you but all you see are his eyes on you, without thinking you're ready to reach for a blanket that's lazily sprawled against the couch's back but Namjoon is too quick. Spreading your legs, he places himself between them as he tries to make himself as much comfortable as he can.
“Joon,” you softly speak, shifting on the couch. Not from desire that's between your legs but from the lack of confidence of your current state.
You're exposed in the daylight, sun blazing your skin through the window directed to you. All those thoughts and marks that are craved into your skin are long forgotten, especially when he places a kiss on your clothed center. You gasp, your fingers already in his hair as he starts to lick the material.
“Mhm, I can smell you.” he says, digging his nose against your clit, the pressure makes you see stars and he barely touched you.
It's been a long fucking time and you're aware it's your fault. He could've touched you like this days ago, but you always refused him. Maybe he's needy because you haven't touched him for three months. It was weird to propose a blowjob to him, especially when you turned him down for sex. The guilt and the hurt on his face was too much, you wouldn't be able to focus on anything.
“Joon,” you whine, embarrassingly covering your reddened face, away from your chuckling and amused husband who reaches for the hem of your cotton panties. If you knew today would turn out like this, you'd at least wear something nicer. Ever since you were pregnant and pretty sensitive down there, the tongs and all the sexy lingerie hidden in your drawers were long forgotten.
“What? You do smell nice.” he says, making you even more embarrassed but that was his plane and he cheekily grins when he sees he succeed.
Once again, you're distracted by your husband that glows in the daylight, even after spending the most of your night carrying Sunhi so you could sleep. He managed to drink two cups of coffee this morning but you're the one who makes him awake. The sight of you, the sight he hasn't seen for so long, is enough to push all the tiredness away.
Distracted as you can be, he already takes off your panties as they smoothly slides from your legs that you luckily shaved last night. Not having sex had its perks, and shaving was one of them. It's not like you weren't shaving, that wasn't one of the perks, especially when Namjoon touched you all the time. The last thing you want for him is to feel repulsed by your haired legs. You just didn't do it as often as you used to, knowing there wouldn't be anything more than just innocent touches.
His lips are coated with more shine, his tongue licking his plump lips at the sight in front of him. He's ready to dive in, looking like an hungry man that's about to have his feast, before you clasp your legs so tight and fast that you almost crash his head.
“Woah!” he exclaims, looking like a deer at you as you sheepishly grin.
It's just defense mechanism to hide your embarrassment and nervousness. But you expose yourself when you can't meet his doe eyes and innocent, but mostly shocked look.
“Baby,” he says, his hand gently places over your thighs as he massages all those marks that are engraved into your skin. It makes you feel even awful, wondering if he can feel the slight bumpiness that those stretch-marks have. “What's wrong?”
He's quick to catch on that something's not right. Maybe this is just another time that you close on him, simply telling him that you're too tired for sex. But you two got already so far and you panicked all of a sudden. He's been your husband for six years, he knows there's something not right with his wife when she can barely meet his eyes. You were never this distant as those past few months. He even wondered if it's because you weren't ready for a baby. You both planned it, but the whole thing is completely new to the both of you. Maybe you regret having his baby. Even those kind of thoughts occurred his mind during night or even his breaks at work.
“If you don't want me to touch you, just say it. I won't be mad.”
The warmth that spreads in your heart is calming, but not enough as you cringe at his words. He thinks you don't want him to touch you. He's completely wrong about that. You do want him to touch you, devour you like he used to for all these years. There is no secret that sex life with him is hell of a drive. Even your friends know that, especially Seokjin that walked on you during one of the camping trips you attended. It was pretty embarrassing for the both of you, but you don't care. It was worth it, despite of all the jokes that your friend keeps bringing to till this day.
Sighing, he slightly pulls away leaving your skin cold and shuttering when the cold air hits your exposed skin. You panic, his name falling out of your lips automatically. Other husband would be probably mad, or at least annoyed by another rejection but you're just met with soft smile telling you that it's okay. You know he means it, just by a simple smile without telling the actual words.
But it's not okay. You're not okay for pushing your husband because of your insecurity.
“It's just--It's me, not you,” you start, cringing again at those cheesy words that you just let out from your mouth. He watches you and although, he gave you a reassuring smile a few seconds ago, he focuses on you. And you know, that he wants to hear what you have to say. He doesn't push you, he doesn't say anything but you can see it in his eyes. “Ever since I gave birth, I uh,” you breathe out, slowly sitting up as you hastily reach for the blanket and cover up yourself. “I don't feel beautiful enough.” you finish slowly, looking up at him as he silently watches you.
There's hurt crossing over his features as he eyes the blanket and for a moment, you think this is it. He's going to be mad, or finally show some other emotion instead of kindness.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” His voice booms out the living room causing you to flinch at the explicit language he just used. You're opening your mouth, your fingers slightly trembling that are grabbing the blanket more tightly. You're not sure what to say, but apology is the first thing that crosses your mind but before you can say it out loud, Namjoon is ahead of you. “You don't feel beautiful enough? What kind of bullshit it that?” he frowns, suddenly showing you not so positive reaction.
You're embarrassed, especially because you're his main focus right now. But he deserves to know. He has to know what's been going on in your mind. He's your husband, the love of your life, after all. You already feel awful enough to hide it from him.
“Joon, look at me.” you mumble, glancing at the pictures that hangs on the wall.
There a lot of memories of you two, from the time you dated to till this day. There are a few pictures that Namjoon has taken himself, your favorite one is a set of cherry blossom tress that Namjoon adores. He captured it on your first trip to Italy.
“I am looking,” he says, denseness laced with his suddenly low and raspy voice. “But I'm not sure what you mean.”
He's smart and you just wish he'd actually see it without you talking or showing it to him. Maybe he's doing this purposely, trying to voice your concerns but when you look at him, all you see is that same denseness that's in his voice. He doesn't know.
“My body is not what it used to be. I've stretch-marks all over my stomach that won't probably go away or even fade. They're on my thighs,” you fish out your one thigh under the blanket to point at the proof. “My stomach is fat and I can't seem to loose it. My face is still chubby and fuck, I don't even know how it looks down there!” your voice raises, all the irritation that's been bubbled up inside of you is finally free.
But you still feel the same weight on you, despite of you speaking loudly about your concerns.
“Baby,” Namjoon murmurs, his voice soft and realization hits his face as he looks at you with emotion that you despite right now. Pity. “You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. Before and after birth.” he says, your immediate reaction is a scoff.
“Yeah, right.” you roll your eyes, but still fumble with your fingers nervously.
“Y/N,” his tone changes, his voice stern as he makes you to look at him. “You gave me the most beautiful daughter I could ever ask for. A daughter that's beautiful because of you. You really think I fucking care about some stretch-marks? Or your stomach fat? I love you just the way you are. Is this the reason why you pushed me away?”
You don't have time to blush from his words, your mind still racing on your own as you can't bring yourself to believe him that easily. Namjoon is one of the kindest and most caring people you've ever known. He's been always there to assure you whenever you had doubts about something, or were just sad. If it wasn't for him, you would never get over some things like you did with his help. But maybe, just maybe, this is one of the same scenarios. He's just trying to be kind and tell you that you're beautiful. No man surely thinks a woman who used to be more beautiful, is not beautiful with all those imperfections covering her body.
Still, you shamelessly nod not meeting his eyes again. “I'm sorry.” you bite into your lip, not wanting to cry right now.
“No,” he shakes his head, scooting closer to you and almost crushing your legs in the process which he quickly apologizes for. You can't even muster a smile and he's quick to see it. “I'm sorry that I haven't realized that you feel this way.”
Your head snaps to his direction, your eyes wide as you shake your head. “It's not your fault, I wasn't very vocal about it. I was mostly embarrassed and didn't know how to tell you.” you tell him, your heart pounding against your chest.
“There's no need for you to be embarrassed. It's me, your Joonie,” he reminds you, using a nickname you often call him. It's enough to curve the corners of your lips up, touched by it. “You can tell me anything and let me tell you, you're so fucking hot.”
“Joon!” you gasp with widened eyes, surprised by the sudden confession.
“No, I'm serious,” he quickly says. “You gained some weight while pregnant and you managed to loose some of it, but you still have it in the right places. You're so fucking hot, you drive me crazy and you don't even realize it. Do you have any idea how many times I beat my meat in the shower?”
You laugh, thinking he's joking but once you're met with his determined eyes and look of confusion why you're laughing, your laugh dies down. “What? You did?”
It's hard to believe he did such thing. You'd surely heard him, right?
“I did,” he admits almost proudly. “Many, many times. You've no idea, do you? You've no idea what you do to me.”
You slowly shake your head, confusingly staring at your husband that reaches to cup your cheek. You place your hand over his, leaning into his touch as your fingers trace the ring around his finger. He slowly takes your hand, shamelessly placing it over his hardened bulge that's covered and tucked in his sweatpants. You gasp, surprised that he's even this hard after the whole conversation.
“You did this to me.” he says, your tongue automatically comes out of your mouth to moisturize your dry lips.
You cup him, feeling him twitch against your touch and he shakily breathes out. He's trying to control himself, the simple sight and sound he just made is enough to make you squirm in your spot. You're already wet, but the feeling of his clothed cock makes you even more wetter as you feel a trace of wetness staining your panties.
The sudden urge to touch him, taste him, floods your mind and you're already straightening yourself. “I've to take care of it then.” you lowly say, looking up at him through your lashes as he curses under his breath.
Ah, fuck. How he wishes for you to touch him, to take him into your mouth so he can feel the warmth of it. But this is not about him.
“Later,” he says, slowly hovering over you as he gently pushes you down, your back meeting the cushions again before he kisses you. “I need to take care of you.”
Reaching for the blanket, he takes it off throwing it to the side while throwing off the tv remoter. It hits the floor, the loud bang resounding around the living room making the both of you pause. “Sorry.” he sheepishly apologizes, making you silently giggle at his clumsiness.
“Oh, no, no, Mrs. Kim. Now is not the time to laugh,” he chuckles, spreading your legs as he suddenly straightens up, taking off his shirt.
You're gawking at the sight of his caramel skin and toned body, your mouth salivating immediately at your husband. Your husband. How did you get so lucky?
He lays down onto his stomach, between your legs, to your disappointment hiding his wonderful body from you making you pout. He doesn't see it, his eyes focused in front of him. “Fuck, you're so wet. Were you this wet every time I touched you?” he looks up, your breath hitching at his stern look.
You're amazed how many different personas he has, especially this one when he's ready to devour you. It's almost shame to think that the last time you've seen him this way was a few weeks before you gave birth.
His question brings you back to all those times you were sexually frustrated, just from the single smell of his aftershave and warm coming from his body when he innocently cuddled you, was enough to drive you crazy. Some women says that once you give birth, you're not so sexually crazed as while being pregnant. Well, it was the complete opposite for you. You were ready to jump his bones just a few weeks after you gave birth, still when it wasn't safe enough to actually have sex. You still felt the ache between your legs every now and then, but it doesn't mean you didn't get wet. How can you not when your husband is the definition of God?
“Yes.” you shamelessly admit, watching the way his lips curls into a cocky smirk, proud of your confession.
“You should've told me. I would take care of my wife so well.” he says lowly, his breath fanning against your core as you whimper.
“Joon,” you call out to him, his eyes flickering to yours. “I-I'm not sure how it looks down there.” you embarrassingly admit. You just have to be more open with him and you know he'd never laugh at you for your concerns and thoughts.
You gave a natural birth to Sunhi, an actual human came out of your vagina. There's no way it looks the same, considering the stitches you had.
“Well I can tell you, that it looks fucking amazing.” he says, biting his lower lip as his eyes are already set between your legs.
“Namjoon!” you exclaim, hiding your face and flushed cheeks with your palms.
He chuckles, kissing one of the stretch-marks on your left thigh. “You really look fucking amazing.” he says with honesty, enough to calm down your nerves.
It's not like you grabbed a mirror and observed how you look down there. You were too scared of the result you'd see.
“Will you let me to make you feel good? To show you how fucking beautiful and sexy woman you are?” he says, nibbling on the skin of your thigh while he's looking up at you through hooded eyes.
“Y-yeah.” you tell him, nodding. All the insecurity and negative thoughts are washed away, all of a sudden that you can't believe that it miraculously went away. But that's because Namjoon is a miracle. Your miracle.
He doesn't waste time, but doesn't rush to taste you either as he makes sure you feel his every touch. He starts with kissing your thighs, slowly moving to your abdomen and stomach, peppering kisses and nudging the material of your t-shirt with his nose.
“Hmm, this should've been already off.” he hums against your skin and you're quick to obey, helping him to take it off.
He successfully, with your help, manages not to rip another piece of your or his clothing, and he's right back in his previous spot. He hovers over you, eyeing your naked breasts with already perked nipples.
“I love how bigger they got.” he says, sending you a glance before he dives down to take your nipple into his warm mouth.
“Ah, mhm,” you moan out at his tongue that flickers over your sensitive nipple. “They'll get saggy.” you still point out, already feeling and seeing the difference from your previous perky breasts.
“I'll love them either way.” he says, moving to the other nipple to repeat the same process as he suddenly sucks.
You yelp with a surprise, your milk coming out of your breast as Namjoon tastes it with a followed moan. “Mhm, so fucking good.” he groans, his fingers slowly coming down to your clit as he circles it with slow and steady movement.
You're moaning, gripping his hair that got long at the back, while he tastes your milk. It's not the first time he has done it. He tasted it couple of times while you were still pregnant. The first time it was by a curiosity that quickly turn to a pleasure for the both of you. It felt fucking amazing to feel his lips against your nipple, sucking it. It brought a relief and your breasts didn't feel that full and tense anymore.
“Fuck, you're dripping.” he comments, collecting some of your wetness that leaked out of your tight hole before he pushes his finger in.
He goes back to your breasts, your back arching as his whole face is pressed against your chest. “Joon, leave something for Sunhi.” you remind your obviously distracted husband who pulls out with a pop, his lips coated with your milk.
“Daddy needs his fill too.” he simple says, but still listens to you as he attaches his lips to your neck instead.
He adds another finger, your walls wrapping tight around him as you mewl at the feel of his long and slim fingers. He moves down, nipping at the valley of your breasts slowly coming down your stomach. Pulling out his fingers, you whine in protest which he simply reacts with amused chuckle before he parts your legs wider to fit his body more properly. Kissing your clit is all enough for you to arch your back at the feeling, as he places his palm against your abdomen to keep you down. It doesn't take him long after he starts licking a long stripe against your slit, repeating the movement for a few times before he pushes his muscle inside of you. He tastes you, lapping at juices that manages to drip down like some hungered man.
“Fuck, I missed this.” he makes sure to say it, before he's back to fucking you with his tongue.
You really missed this. You're squirming, the same familiar feeling that used to be almost unfamiliar is back, and you're reminded of all those times Namjoon went down on you. He groans against you, the vibrations making you even more sensitive and closer to your end as you grip his hair even tighter. Namjoon moans into your cunt in praise, loving how rough you get when he goes down on you. You can't manage to buckle your hips up as you usually would, his movements are so fast that you're frozen and simply enjoying how it feels. You start uncontrollably clenching knowing you're nearing your end, much more faster than you used to, but it's just because it's been a long time and you're sensitive. It almost feels as if you were a virgin again, having a first intercourse ever.
“Namjoon!” It's his name that leaves your mouth and the first thing you can think of, instead of any curse, as you're cumming.
He makes sure to lap at everything you just gave him, your grip around his hair slowly loosening as you're coming down your high. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel him shift and hover over you as he kisses you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, but you don't mind it.
“That was fucking amazing.” he says against your lips, kissing down your neck again as you try to calm down your breathing.
“Shouldn't I be the one who says it?” you chuckle, your body hot against his warm one as you wrap your arms around his frame.
“Mhm, you could. To boost my ego, of course.” he jokingly says, his hardened length brushing against your exposed core.
Biting your lip, you open your mouth to praise your husband and thank him for making you feel so perfectly free, when soft cries echoes throughout the room. You sigh, obviously down that you can't continue or at least return your favor. Namjoon stands up, brushing his hair up as he doesn't bother to throw on his shirt.
“I'll be right back.” he simply says, walking to your bedroom and crying daughter that's been most likely waken up by your loud moans.
You feel awful for not trying to be quiet. It completely slipped out of your mind that there's Sunhi sleeping in the next room.
The familiar hum is muffled, but you smile at the sound despite of Namjoon's awful singing skills. You lay there, waiting for him to come back but once your body is met with cold and shiver running down your spine, you stand up looking around the room. There is a mess, your clothes along with Namjoon's shirt is scattered all over the living room. For a second, you forgot how messy he gets when he's horny.
You're about to pick up your t-shirt that's thrown on the floor, when you hear door opening and Namjoon's low voice. “What are you doing?”
“Umm, dressing up?” you ask confusingly, watching his brows furrow as he shows his disapproval.
He probably expected a blowjob or something, the realization hits your features. You wanted to dress up and leave him hanging again. It's not like you've done it purposely or was about to do it. As you're about to propose him a blowjob in return, he beats you to it.
“I'm not done with you.”
A blood rushes through your body, heating it up again just from the single tone and words that makes you shiver in excitement. “Yeah?” you ask him quietly, with a little bit of hope as he grins.
“Of course.” he nods, slowly walking towards you before he grips your hips and squeezes them to prove his point.
“But what about Sunhi?” you ask quietly, this time fully focused on the toddler sleeping in the next room.
“She's sleeping,” he says, slowly leading you to a couch with your back as you only seem to manage to stare into his sparkling eyes full of mischief. “Besides, she's not stopping me tonight.”
And with that, you yelp as your back meets the couch and Namjoon is hovering over you again, showing you that he has no plans about stopping. You're kissing each other with such need and passion that's been collected through all those months before properly touching each other like this. His lips are sweetly intoxicating, needy for your own as he doesn't miss any spot of your already swollen lips. Your hands are on his bare back, touching and gripping his firm muscles there as he keeps kissing you like your lives depend on it.
“What do you want me to do?” he asks breathlessly, pulling away from your reddened lips that were attacked with his own just a second ago.
“Fuck me, Joon.” you tell him with the same lack of breath, that he managed to knock out of you as he always does.
You don't wait for him to make a first move, your fingers already pulling off his sweatpants. He's not wearing anything underneath, his firm cock springs out of the single material with easiness as you look down at him. His tip is read and swollen, needy for any attention and touch, while your lips curls in guilt. You left your husband hanging, not giving him the attention he deserves and for that, you're going to make it up to him. If your stupid insecurity wasn't in the way, you'd never had to have that conversation with him. But even despite of it, you're glad you had it. He made you feel and still makes you feel beautiful, you needed that.
You tug onto his cock, his head dropping down as he sharply inhales of your hand wrapped around him.
“I'm sorry, Joonie. I won't ever leave you like this again.” you tell him, watching the way his face scowls at every tug and movement you make with your fist.
“Stop.” he gasps, pulling off you all of a sudden and you slightly begin to panic from his demand.
Does he not want to continue?
“I already...” he tries to explain, the back of his neck getting red as he looks away from your already knowing eyes. “I want to feel you wrapped around me.”
The grin is gone, swapped with darkened gaze as you gulp quickly nodding, agreeing with him. You can't wait any longer. The burn inside of you is getting too strong, the throbbing in the pit of your stomach makes you feel like you're suffocating.
“How do you want me?” he asks, caring as always even during this situation that only makes your heart warm.
How did you get so lucky?
“I want to ride you,” you answer, his eyes widening as he stumbles over his words.
“Fuck, yeah, yeah, okay. Let's do that.” he says, already pushing himself back as he sits and leans against the couch back.
You watch him get rid off his sweatpants, throwing them on the coffee table without care. All he cares about is you. His woman and wife that slowly goes to sit down on his lap, his cock hitting his stomach as you finally sit down onto his thighs.
This way, you're able to control your movements more than in any other position and although, you know Namjoon would never purposely hurt you, it's been awhile since you had sex. Your cunt was burning just from his two fingers, how are you able to take his huge cock?
“Are you ready to go?”
His fingers gets down between your legs, pulling them away completely coated with your sleek as you sheepishly grin at him. That's the answer he needed, before you're positioning him between your legs. Namjoon helps you guide himself into your thigh hole but he doesn't push, simply letting those actions up to you.
Gasping, when you feel his head poking your entrance and deciding that you can't wait longer, you slowly drop down. Not fully though, the stretch of his head is burning even though you're dripping down his length.
“Take your time.” he reminds you, holding your hips for more support. His chest heaves as he tries to control his own body, not buckling his hips into yours.
The burn is mixed with pain and pleasure, and you're not able to wait anymore. Slowly, you fully drop onto him while his length is deeply seated inside of you. Your walls clench around him so tightly, that you don't think this will work.
“Relax,” he breathes out, massaging circles into your lower back with his hands. “You need to relax, baby.” he guides you, your forehead dropping against his as you shakily inhale.
He repeats it, caressing your skin as if you were the most fragile thing in the world, until he feels you relax around him.
“Whenever you're ready.” he reminds you softly before you shakily nod.
Using his broad shoulders, you push up with only his shaft inside of you before you drop down, creating a perfect rhythm for the both of you. The feeling of his length stretching your walls makes you gasp and moan into his mouth, that he desperately attaches to yours to keep you quiet.
Your knees are digging into the soft cushions on your sofa, that unpleasantly rubs against your skin but you ignore it. Namjoon's hands are holding your hips, helping you with the pace once he notices your already tired state. You're both panting, the skin to skin sounds echoes around the apartment, but you're too focused on chasing your pleasure to even feel embarrassed by it. It's been so fucking long since you felt him this way and you miss it.
“I won't be able to last long.” Namjoon pants, grunting once you circle your hips, your walls clenching around his throbbing cock.
“Me neither.” you tell him, halting your movements as you stare into his hooded eyes.
You're both so fucked up and you only started. That thought should make you laugh, because it's quite funny. But your eyes are filled nothing with love and warmth as you stare at your husband who seems to be confused by your sudden stop, before he softly kisses you.
“I love you so much.” he tells you for the hundredth time today and you can't help but happily giggle.
It never gets old – hearing him saying those words of love to you.
“I love you so fucking much.” you tell him, his smile stretching as his dimple pops out while his eyes sparkle.
“Switch?” he asks, noticing your heavy breathing and with no hesitation you nod.
You're being pushed down, causing you to squeak in surprise through the grin that matches to the one that Namjoon has. He hover over you, kissing your nose, lips and neck before he slowly guides himself back to your warmth. He makes sure his mouth is on yours as he does this, muting your moans mixed with his with his mouth.
“I really wanna go slow and make a love to you. But I--”
“No, fuck me. I need you, Joonie. Fuck me.” you desperately tell him with rushed tone.
You really want him to fuck you, plus, you don't have that much time to go slow and all sensitive. You waited long enough for this, there's no time.
“As you wish,” Is all he says before he starts pulling out and smashing his hips into yours.
Your whole body shifts causing you to gasp at the impact, but most importantly from how deep his cock is. You can almost feel him in your stomach and for a moment, you're not sure if you're going to survive this. But why shouldn't you? You fucking pushed a baby out of you.
When Namjoon indicated he wants to fuck you, he wasn't lying. He goes merciless on you, his hands gripping your waist so tight that your skin hurts but you don't mind. It drives you even more crazy and makes you clench around him so tight, that tears prickle your eyes.
“Fuck, how are you still so tight?” Namjoon grunts as you watch him through hooded eyes harshly biting his bottom lip.
His hair is attached to his forehead with sweat, your bodies getting sweaty as they collide with each other. Your pelvic bone smashes against his, but you wrap your legs around his waist even more while your nails find their way to his back. He groans at the feeling of them digging into his back, his cock twitching inside of you.
“Fuck, baby,” he chokes out, your pants hitting his face as you can't bring yourself to say something.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” he continues through his heavy breathing, not caring how he barely can breathe.
It's like telling you all those stuff is much more important than breathing. And with Namjoon, you know that's the case.
“I love these hips,” he grunts, leaning down to kiss and grab your hips even tighter to emphasize his words.
Gasping into his mouth, the tears flow down your cheeks at the love and pleasure you're receiving while he keeps repeating how beautiful you and your body are. It makes you feel overwhelmed with so much love and before you can think about holding your orgasm, the knot in your stomach snaps and you're cumming around him.
“Fuck, that's it, baby. That's it.” he says, having a hard time to fuck you through your orgasm when you're clenching so tight.
He chases his own orgasm which follows seconds after you, his movements sloppy and not so swift anymore as he quickly pulls out and cums all over your stomach.
It's painted white as he squeezes the last remains of his orgasm on your skin. Your stomach moves heavily up and down alongside with your breathing, wide Namjoon smudges his cum with his cock. You watch him in awe, chuckling at his concentrated face while his chin moves forward.
“All I said is true,” His tone is soft, joining to the sounds of your panting.
He reaches towards his shirt that's thrown on the floor and wipes his cum off your skin as you smile at him. “You really are beautiful.”
You sit up, pulling him closer to you as you kiss him to show him your gratitude. “As our favorite picture?” you tease him, looking back at the picture that's hanging on the floor.
He knows what you're hinting at. He stands in front of it almost every day, admiring the picture he took on your Italy trip.
“Bellissima,” he suddenly says, causing your brows to scrunch in confusion. “It's the name of the picture.”
“Really?” You don't hide a shock from the new information. “I didn't know that.”
“It's written in my handwriting on the back.” he sheepishly grins and you can't hide your grin.
You stare at the picture, admiring it as if you're seeing it for the first time – which you're not.
“It's named after you, y'know,” he says with softer smile this time, chuckling when he sees your widened eyes. You look back at him, his soft warm eyes focused on you. “You're in the picture.”
“What? No.” you exclaim, walking towards the picture completely naked but it's not like you care. And you're sure Namjoon appreciates the view because when you turn around to glance at him, he's ogling you from head to toe.
He coughs, ears red that he just got caught and quickly walks to you. “You can barely see yourself, but you kept walking admiring the trees when I took it.” he explains, pointing to the middle of the picture.
Squinting your eyes, you stare at the distant figure before you gasp in realization. You've seen that picture thousand times but you never noticed it, nor thought you are in it. “And you named it bellissima because...?” you trail off.
“Because you're the most beautiful woman, in and out.” he sheepishly says.
It's so cheesy but you can't bring yourself to cringe at it, not when your husband is so freaking love with you and never fails to remind you. You were stupid to never talked to him about your insecurities.
“But why bellissima though?” you ask, intertwining your fingers as you kiss him knuckles.
“It's in Italian. And we were in Italy so..” he trails off while you nod at him in understatement. “It's not romantic, but it was the only thing I could think of.”
“No, it's amazing. Thank you.” you say with smile, looking up at his confused features.
“For what?”
“Just for being you.” you tell him, causing him to bite his lip as he tries to prevent the boyish grin making its appearance on his plump lips.
He leans down, ready to kiss you but before he could, soft cries resounds from the room making the both of you sigh.
“I got it,” he tells you, already putting some clothes with quick movements. Since his shirt is stained, he stays topless.
You're ready to argue and as if he could sense that, he turns around just when his hand is wrapped around the door knob. And before his broad naked back disappears behind door, he makes sure to tell you one thing with a sly smirk on his lips.
“Go lay down, bellissima. I'm not done with you.”
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