— HONEY-POT
FEATURING. park sunghoon
❝Sunghoon love being a first-time dad! You just didn’t know yet that it was because he could fuck you like it was the first time.❞
WARNING⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ mdni, nsfw, pwp, sunghoon!husband, papais de primeira viagem, he is such a green flag, he is so in love here, oral!fem, overstimulation, dumbification, dirty talk, no penetration, lactation (yup, that's it), praising kink. 4K
The afternoon solstice settled softly over the backyard garden, bathing everything in a warm, lazy golden light. The rose bushes you and Sunghoon had planted together bloomed in vibrant shades of pink and red. The air was thick with the good smell of damp earth, flowers, and that sweet, milky baby scent that had become part of the house and your daily routine.
Your husband sat carelessly on the grass with his legs crossed, little Jiwoo nestled in his lap. At almost one year old, she was pure chubby joy, with round cheeks and dark eyes identical to her doting father’s. He held her tiny hands, gently swinging them while making high-pitched, silly voices, all to catch the little girl’s attention.
— Look at the birdie over there, princess… “Tweet tweet!” — he imitated the bird, exaggerating the sound without even realizing it. Jiwoo gurgled loudly, kicking her little legs excitedly, as if she were truly talking back to her dad. — That’s right! You already know more than daddy, huh? Your mom keeps saying you’re a genius, and I think she’s completely right.
From the wooden swing under the pergola, you watched the two of them with your heart squeezed tight from so much love. The exhaustion had piled up — interrupted nights, constant feedings, worries that never ended — but it all seemed irrelevant when you saw scenes like this. Sunghoon was everything you had ever dreamed of in a husband one day: present, patient, and absurdly in love with his daughter.
— Hoon… you’re going to spoil her too much! — you commented, unable to hold back the huge smile, feeling your chest warm at the sight.
He lifted his gaze, giving you that crooked, charming smile that still stirred your heart even after all this time.
— Spoiling? Me? Never. — he answered, shaking his head and pretending innocence. — I’m just teaching her how incredible her mom is. — He kissed the top of Jiwoo’s fragrant little head, sighing deeply in delight at the moment. — Right, little love? Tell mommy she’s the most beautiful, strongest, and most perfect woman in the world.
The little Jiwoo let out an excited “ba-ba-ba”, stretching her arms toward you as if asking to be held. Sunghoon laughed softly, that deep, warm sound that always seemed to warm the entire house.
— See? — His eyes blinked innocently in your direction, his posture screaming pure conviction. — Even she agrees.
He stood carefully, settling his daughter against his broad chest, and walked over to you. Then he knelt in front of you without saying a word, resting his warm chin on your knee while his dark irises searched yours with that deep attention that always disarmed you so easily.
— Hey… how are you really doing today, my love? — he asked quietly, studying you with a hint of concern in his eyes. — I know it’s heavy. Being a first-time mom, breastfeeding, sleeping so little… I see it, love. — You felt your chest suddenly warm at the admission, unable to hold back a lovesick smile. — And I’m right here, okay?
— It’s okay, Hoon. — you reassured him, though he still didn’t look away from your face. When he didn’t get a convincing answer about anything involving you or your daughter, Sunghoon never stayed still. — Really, babe.
You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the soft, cool strands. You weren’t caught off guard by your husband’s worried question, he was like that by nature. Sunghoon always made a point of checking on your well-being and little Jiwoo’s as well.
— It’s been real — you admitted with a melancholic sigh. — Sometimes I feel like I can barely breathe, but when I see you two like this… everything is worth it. Because I love you, Hoon, and you’re the best father she could ever have.
He turned his face toward you and kissed the palm of your hand lingeringly, eyes closed as if saying a prayer.
— And you’re the best mother, the best wife I could ever have. — He smiled, making those pointed little canines even more adorable. — And my best friend, too. Sometimes I look at you and wonder how I managed this, you know? A family… with you.
Ah, Sunghoon…
And that was how the rest of the afternoon passed slowly, made of small precious moments that stayed locked in your mind. After lunch, your husband bathed Jiwoo alone after a lot of insistence on his part, filling the bathroom with steam and laughter. He sang softly an old song the two of you loved while your daughter splashed in the warm water, clapping her little hands and letting out happy little shrieks at the mess.
— Easy, princess, the shampoo can’t go in your eyes, okay? Daddy’s learning along with you. — he murmured, focused, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he did all the work.
And it didn’t stop there. Later, while you tried to organize the messy kitchen after preparing the little one’s snack, he appeared behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. He didn’t seem to notice, but the simple fact that it blocked part of your vision and stopped you from continuing your chores awoke the worst that lust could cause in a thirsty woman. Well… like you.
— Leave that to me, my love. — he murmured against your ear, softer than ever. — Today you don’t lift a finger.
— But Hoon… — you protested, almost purring from the circumstances. Your belly wouldn’t stop bubbling with not-so-small, restless expectation. — I can do this!
— No buts. And your postpartum, huh? — he interrupted seriously, kissing your neck right on the spot that always made you shiver, leaving you soft against his weight, sighing at the caress. — I know you’re not breastfeeding the baby directly anymore, but you still take care of her bottles. — He reminded you effortlessly, lighting up a part of your awareness. It hadn’t been easy replacing the little one’s habit with a bottle. — I’ll take care of our dinner, and then of you. In the meantime, sit down, drink some tea and tell me about your day, okay? I want to hear everything, even the boring parts you always hide.
— You’ve always known that, haven’t you? — you smiled weakly, a little embarrassed by the discovery, curling even more into the delicious hold he had you in against the counter.
— But i can pretend i don’t. — You felt him smile too, leaving one last wet little kiss on the curve of your neck, sighing with regret before slowly pulling away, almost breathless. — So… — He turned you gently by the waist, his large fingers wrapping around your skin with unrestrained desire, pulling you close enough to press his soft mouth to yours without restraint. — For the first time… in your life — He kissed your little mouth unhurriedly between affectionate pecks, interrupting himself as he proved to himself that he wasn’t satisfied with just that. — Obey your poor husband?
And all you could do was melt more and more into his arms, letting yourself be carried away by the brunette’s sweet talk. You smiled, keeping both hands down in surrender, leaving two last little kisses on his lips, which smiled again at the act. So beautiful, so yours.
— Okay, but just this once. — You convinced yourself, barely finishing the sentence when you felt him hug you again, wrapping your entire body against his with extreme ease. Because, fuck, there was no point using a euphemism there — Sunghoon was huge, and that had always messed with your dirty little mind. You didn’t deny or hide it, and even without knowing, the man had a certain awareness of it. He liked it and, with all the innocence in the world, did all of this on purpose.
And Sunghoon made that clear. Maybe in the way his chin rested on top of your head while your face stayed buried in his firm chest, or in the way his naturally pointed nails discreetly grazed under the cut your dress offered on your back, accompanied by the not-at-all-secret pressure he gave with his hips toward you. A light, discreet advance that he restrained while biting his own lip. All of it sounded millimeter-precise, but it wasn’t your mind taken over by absurd desire for your husband that distinguished that.
Without giving you a chance to protest, he pulled away after saying something you didn’t even understand. You even tried to say something, but quickly gave up when you felt him touch your cheek affectionately, his bold gaze sliding from your mouth down to the light cleavage your little dress offered.
— Sit. — he requested, and you blinked in confusion, and without thinking much you just looked down his masculine body, opening your little mouth with great effort when you noticed the bulge in his pants that always seemed to be there. With one eyebrow raised, Sunghoon smiled amusedly when he noticed the blush on your face, satisfied. Perfect, it only proved that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. — In the chair, love. Stay sitting there while I cook.
And as incredible as it seemed, there were no more games. He simply prepared dinner with the calm and dedication he had been showing all day. Fluffy rice, sautéed vegetables with a perfect purée, and grilled chicken with the seasoning you loved so much. And while he cooked, he talked to Jiwoo in her high chair as if they were best friends, in addition to casually asking you about everything in your day, interested in every little detail.
— Oh, is that so? — he cooed to the little one while calmly adjusting her bib. — Mommy gave you two baths today? What an exaggerator, huh? But she does everything with so much love… — he said, looking at you with a conspiratorial smile, giving you a little wink. It shouldn’t affect you so much, right? But it still did.
You didn’t know if it was Sunghoon’s self-control or the way fatherhood had changed him, but any minimal action or touch from him set you on fire, and it didn’t seem reciprocal. A need so great that it didn’t let you look at your own husband for too long, or otherwise you’d end your nights like any other lately — sleeping frustrated and needy.
Or maybe you just weren’t playing it right.
After dinner, Jiwoo’s bedtime ritual was long and affectionate as always. Complete with a story, lullaby, night light, and baby monitor. When the door to the little room finally closed, the silence of the house felt more intimate, almost sacred between you.
Already in the living room, Sunghoon pulled you to the sofa with the same delicacy with which he always held Jiwoo, and that made you tremble. He sat first and guided you until your head rested in his lap, and the hair tied in a dense bun spread over his firm thigh the moment he undid it himself. His long, warm fingers began massaging your scalp in slow, circular movements, undoing the tension that had been building there for weeks. Then, with enviable precision, they moved down to your shoulders and pressed the knots you didn’t even know existed.
— I… love. — he started a little uncertainly after a while. — I miss us. — he confessed quietly, so close that there were no more restrictions on what your body did or didn’t feel from the weight of every word spoken against your skin, beyond the silly suspicions. — Not that I don’t love every second with Jiwoo. I do. God, how I love her. But… I miss touching you, making you mine. — His deep voice trembled for a second, almost restrained, matching the urgency that seemed to adorn your core with every second his voice reverberated through the closed space. — Hearing you moan my name. Making you feel like a desired and loved woman again, not just a mother.
Cornered, you turned your face against his stomach, feeling the heat of his skin and the naturally refreshing, subtly strong scent. “Hoon…” you murmured weakly, your poor belly contracting what felt like the thousandth time trying to remind you how much you wanted him, how much you desired him. You felt your little pussy pulse, contract, throb, and yet your head couldn’t stop, self-sabotaging with a repulsion that didn’t even make sense. “I’m… different.”
But Sunghoon didn’t answer right away. Instead, he just slid his hands down your arms until he intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing hard enough for you to feel how present he was. Then he pulled you up effortlessly, placing you in the center of his lap the way he always loved, using his own body as a temple in what felt like a test for your new insecurity. His husband’s warm palms landed aggressively on the flesh of your ass, forcing the soft meat down without much ceremony and drawing a startled, high-pitched grunt from you.
In the same path, he forced your wet center against his own hard cock, closing his eyes at the desired friction. “Fuck.” He moaned low, leaving you with little choice but to start moving with difficulty, almost shyly, in an obvious attempt at contact, sinking into a bubble of pleasure that only seemed to grow the more you held back.
— See? You’re perfect. — he said firmly, as much or more than when he said “yes” at the altar. — And every change in your body makes me more in love, love. What are you so afraid of, hm?
You sobbed softly, scattered after so long without those different caresses. With a clouded mind, all you could do was nestle more into the brunette’s lap, hiding your face in the curve of his warm neck. “Of you not liking me, Hoonie.” That’s what you murmured, so sweet and fragile that it seemed to hit the weakest point inside Sunghoon. You squeezed him tighter when you felt he was about to answer you, letting out a soft complaint when the act made you press your full, sore breasts, feeling a warm liquid trickle weakly in the process.
— S-Sorry. — was all you managed to say, quietly, receiving an affectionate caress in response along with the most tender “it’s okay, love, your Hoon understands” in the world. — I don’t know what’s happening to me… this. — You referred to yourself, your little eyes almost pleading to find his, even though deep down you knew none of it was your fault. — Hoon…
— Shh. — He silenced your plea with a chaste kiss at the corner of your mouth, not pulling away from you even once, as if he knew that would calm you. — This? What are you talking about, love? — He lifted your chin, urging you to give an answer. But you couldn’t, at least not when Sunghoon pulled you far enough to take your sensitive little breasts fully in his hands, growling in pure lust. — Babe… these are the breasts that feed our daughter. And lately they’ve been giving me a horniness I don’t even know how to explain without embarrassing myself, just from how much I think about them, about what I could do and… fuck. — He laughed to himself, enchanted by being able to touch you there, circling his thumbs over the little nipples marked against the slightly tight, already damp fabric from the accumulated milk, causing you a new kind of pleasure. — You have no idea how much I think about touching you, tasting you, reminding you that you’re still the woman who makes me lose any composure.
— Me too, love. — you said coyly, detaching from him just enough to see him better, the strange feeling of shyness growing with every second of silence. — I want you… a lot.
— You do, huh? — Undeniably, that seemed to excite him. That’s why you nodded slowly in response, biting your lip with so much expectation that it didn’t go unnoticed by your husband, who wasn’t any different. — Then let me show you how much I want it too. — He carefully measured your expression, using the lowest tone he could manage in a silly attempt to persuade you even more. — May I?
You agreed vehemently, desperately, almost drawing another laugh from the older man. You were in such an uncompromising state that you weren’t processing information clearly — not that you actually needed to.
He helped you sit, then stand, and led you down the hallway with his warm hand open on the low curve of your back, while his free thumb created perfect circles around your sensitive areola, as if guiding you and at the same time calming you for what was coming. In the bedroom, he closed the door carefully, the soft click echoing in the silence of the quiet room that only projected both of your anxious breathing.
Sunghoon stopped in front of you and looked at you for a long time, his dark eyes traveling over your face, your neck, the path of your heavy breasts and soft belly, as if he were recording every detail again.
And when he finally touched you, it was only with the tips of his index fingers on your shoulder, sliding the strap of the dress down with almost deliberate slowness, kissing every piece of revealed skin with his warm mouth, repeating the process with the other strap, letting the fabric slide down your body until it fell to the floor with a dull sound. He knelt in front of you without hurry, knee by knee, his large hands rising up your thighs until they held the curve of your belly, and kissed the warm skin there, his tongue coming out to trace one of the barely visible stretch marks with the tip, slowly, feeling the different texture. Soon after he repeated with others, the warm air of his breath making your skin prickle while he murmured something nonsensical but full of excitement.
— Hoonie… — you called him without much patience, your little face scrunched in delicious want, not knowing where to put your hands. The view Sunghoon had from below was perfect, and there couldn’t be a better combination than your bare breasts and sulky expression in one look. That’s why he ran his hands up your abdomen, bringing them to your breasts and down again, all while rubbing his entire face along the way. — D-Don’t tease!
— You’re still the same woman I’ve loved for years, love. We fuck, we have sex, we make love… and nothing has ever changed. — He deflected, closing his eyes for a brief moment when he discovered the exact path between your legs, completely soaked and fragrant. He smiled at that, something that caused you a blush that wasn’t only external. — It’s just that now there are these lines here… beautiful. And I fucking love them, and the reason they’re here. — He admitted, stealing all the air you seemed to be holding, feeling your entire skin burn. — And that makes you even hotter. Fuck, and how…
He rose slowly, kissing the path up to the base of your breasts, his large hands already squeezing the heavy flesh from underneath with a firm, possessive pressure. When his fingers gently pinched your left nipple, a thick stream of milk immediately escaped and ran down the lower curve, making you gasp. Sunghoon let out a low, rough sound, almost pouty, and stretched out his warm tongue to lick, using it to clean the bittersweet liquid before sucking the little nipple hard enough to draw more, swallowing and returning, alternating between the two while you arched your back and buried your fingers in his soft hair, beyond any control you might have had, one of your moans escaping louder than planned.
— Hoon… — you protested softly, even knowing it wouldn’t help.
— Let me. — His voice came muffled against the spit-slick breast, the voice fucking velvety and urgent while he kept sucking, the pressure increasing and decreasing in a rhythm that made the liquid come out more easily. — I want it. Fuck, i’ve wanted this so much.
With a frustrated growl, he stopped for a moment, worried about your posture. Trembling, he practically dragged you toward the bed, laying you down on it with infinite care and adjusting the pillow under your head, positioning himself between your legs. Hungry, he kissed the insides of your thighs with surprising patience, rising centimeter by centimeter and perfectly feeling the tremor that was already starting to spread across your skin.
When his mouth finally found your wet center, it was with a affectionate purr that he took your abused little pussy with the tip of his contracted muscle, savoring again the strong taste he loved so much, moaning against the wet flesh while his fingers opened you more. His technique consisted of using his nose on your little button while spreading your lips so his tongue could enter and exit, before rising to your clit and sucking with constant pressure. He liked to alternate between rhythmic suctions and circular licks, always watching your reaction with his eyes lifted from time to time.
— You taste so good… — he murmured right there, without detaching, the vibration of his voice making you involuntarily arch your back. Sunghoon cursed softly at the effect caused, dragging his own hard cock across the mattress, seeking a little relief, refusing to take one of his hands off you. — I could spend the whole night here just eating you, life.
With your core boiling, a sharp moan escaped your little mouth when, noticing your restlessness, Sunghoon dove even deeper into your soaked pussy. Without caring about the mess, the brunette spat on the abused entrance, using two fingers to tease the pulsing little hole while his stubborn tongue kept sucking the bundle of nerves.
— You’re going to cum, aren’t you? — he provoked as he released your clit with a little pop, not waiting for an answer as he pushed his fingers between the rim, circling carefully but not truly inserting them. — Tsk, you’ve gone so long without putting anything in here… i think you can take a little more, pretty.
You whimpered at the act but didn’t complain. Your little body was already starting to give the first signs of the strong orgasm well before, and when it hit, it was violent. Your entire body arched in waves that he followed with his tongue without stopping, prolonging every tremor until he left you breathless and too soft to support your own weight, even lying down. Only then did he climb up, kissing the entire path to your mouth and sharing your own taste in a messy, hungry kiss, completely uncontrolled and needy, his tongue going deep into your little mouth while his hard, hot cock pressed against the entrance, completely slick.
— I love you — he said, looking into your eyes as he aligned himself toward the tight little channel, undoing his own sweatpants. His low voice was firm, unlike his entire body tense from the enormous restraint. Too pouty, Sunghoon began rubbing his entire cock against your little heat, every centimeter, moaning roughly as he felt the warmth completely envelop him. — So warm… fuck, i missed this.
— Babe, i don’t know if i can… — you babbled with difficulty, the entrance tightening against nothing as his cock threatened to enter the small hole. Your lust was great, but the sensitivity forming there seemed even greater now.
— Do you want me to stop? — Sunghoon immediately paused everything he was doing, worried, drawing a frustrated little complaint from you. Every part of him pulsed with lust, but even so he remained alert — something that both irritated and filled you with love at the same time. — Does it hurt? Love…
— No! — you almost shouted, far too needy. — D-Don’t stop, keep going! — You got all tangled up with the words, your hips shaking to maintain the filthy friction between the needy sexes that were a hair away from becoming one. It was so filthy that you felt like cumming just from the idea of the view, let alone the sensation. — Just don’t put it in…
Like a lightbulb, an idea seemed to light up in Sunghoon’s mind, who with his left hand pumped his hard cock with extreme disregard in a tight fist. “Then Hoonie can fuck you another way, what do you think? Want to?” he asked with a pouty little mouth, moaning so slutty that it was impossible not to moan along.
Satisfied, he showed his little fangs, pulling you by the hips without much calm this time. “Turn for me?” He asked sweetly, his spit-slick cock poking your thigh every time a kiss was planted on your skin. And so you did, turning onto your stomach comfortably, not even noticing when Sunghoon aligned a pillow under your hips. “Now stick that delicious ass up. Uh-huh, just like that… fuck, what a turn-on, love.”
In your little head, you didn’t care even a little about being used by your husband for relief. Especially when it was about the big cock well stuffed between your squeezed thighs, which almost perfectly simulated the tightness of your little cunt around him. The sensation of rubbing his own cock there, for Sunghoon, was so good that it seemed to satisfy the urge to bury himself inside you and fuck you like a maniac, and it got even better when the head “escaped” toward your wet little middle, almost invading your pussy.
The movements started slow and deep, his hips rolling in lazy circles that made you feel every vein, every centimeter, and every pulse. One of his hands was intertwined tightly with yours, while the other caressed your ass, spanking the skin and giving a few little taps whenever he heard you moan a little too loudly. Each of his “thrusts” was rough, and so good that it was impossible not to moan like the little slut you were, hiding your scrunched face in the sheets and moaning uncontrollably there. And you had missed it so much that it was hard to hide how uncontrolled you became when you got just a little bit of cock.
— How did you manage to get even hotter, huh? — He braced himself better on the mattress, trying to get as close as possible to your reach. The spit from your pussy ran easily, mixing perfectly with the cum and pre-cum that dribbled from the large head, forming the perfect mess between you. — Ah… this way it’s hard not to put a few more babies in you, goddamn it.
You dug your nails into his broad back, pulling him closer, feeling the sweat start to form between your bodies, every puff of air coming out in short, simultaneous moans. You tilted, arched, and contracted your own entrance with relish, aiming to get what you so wanted from your little husband.
— Harder, Hoon… — you asked in a thin thread of voice, your body yielding to the stimulations you could barely handle properly. — I want t-to feel you cum!
And he obeyed. The thrusts became firmer, the rhythm growing naturally, guided by your moans and the way your legs closed more tightly when he rubbed against the sensitive little button, the room filling with the filthy sound that only seemed to grow. Sunghoon buried his face in your neck, muffling any pouty sound caused by the sensitivity he himself hadn’t expected, while his deliciously large weight seemed to envelop you in an immense bubble of pleasure.
When the pleasure invaded you again, it was more intense, deeper, your entire body contracting around him. Sunghoon followed you, cumming hard with a long, more pouty moan than he predicted, his large body trembling over yours. His hands squeezed yours tightly, while his contracted hips moved slowly, all while he finished spilling there.
The warmth left between your thighs and part of the entrance was the trigger for your internal fire, completely collapsing after feeling the exhaustion you so desired.
— You know, babe… — he let out after pulling out of your middle and cleaning the little mess he made, lying partially over you, completely disheveled and breathless. — I think… now we’re even.
— Yeah? — you asked quietly after smiling, almost completely taken by sleep. — Why?
— Because you gave me milk, and i gave you milk too. — He laughed, and laughed even more when you slapped him, making a pout while trying to contain the sudden crisis. — Ah, but that’s not fair, you wasted the one from my source. And what if there’s none left to make another baby?
— Sunghoon, lie down and sleep for the love of God?
— Okay, but next time, make sure you drink mine too. What if the source dries up, huh? — He winked at you, and you rolled your eyes at the exact same moment, breaking into laughter. — My dulce de leche isn’t infinite, babe.
— Uh-huh, and besides that, it just wasn’t dulce.
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