Storks | Na Jaemin

Storks | Na Jaemin

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

Summary: Jaemin decides to tell your daughter how babies are made… at age four.

Genre: Daddy!Jaemin, Established relationship AU, fluff

Word Count: 0.4k

Gif: @fiveseasonss​

A/N: It’s the return of house husband Jaemin, last seen in the bedroom in Positions ;)

​“Mommy, why you get so fat?" 

It was a lazy Sunday morning, and you were lounging on the couch with your favourite book. Your husband Jaemin snoozed in the opposite side of the room. 

A small hand tapped your belly. 

You looked over the top of your book and saw your four-year-old daughter June. She was staring at your baby bump with wide eyes. 

You chuckled and put the book down. "June, remember I-”

“Daddy put a baby in mommy,” Jaemin interrupted. He got up and crouched on the floor next to his daughter. 

Jaemin put his large hand over your daughter’s small one, both touching your bump. 

The little girl’s eyebrows shot up. “How you get a baby in there, daddy?" 

Jaemin’s lip quirked up in a half-smirk. "Well… first I got your mom drunk, and then I took off all her clothes-" 

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Baby number 2? -l.jeno

Pairings: Husband! Jeno x fem reader

Warnings: Somnophilia, smut, teasing, mentions of cum, kissing, grinding, riding, moaning, Jeno being a dom, baby daddy! Jeno! Fluff.

Word counts: 2.5k

Summary: In which both your daughter and Jeno ask for baby number two. But you get upset because Jeno sucks at time management.

“Hyeri! Don’t do that, baby” You called your four-year-old as she scribble on the wall. She started crying making you sigh.

Jeno came out of his office after he heard his daughter crying. Hyeri saw her dad and started running up to him. Jeno smiles as he picks her up and pats her back to calm her down.

“You okay baby?” He asks your daughter. You watch him easily stop her crying. You already know she’s a daddy’s girl, Jeno always takes her out to the park and spends time with her. Whenever you can’t do something, Jeno always steps in and try to help you with everything he can.

Jeno went up to you and lean in to kiss your temple. You look at him as bounces to calm your daughter down. Jeno sighed when he noticed how tired you looked. “You’re okay my love?” He asks, taking your hand into his. You nodded as your eyes slowly flutter.

“If you want to rest, you can. I’ll take care of Hyeri” He said. You sigh and pull him in for a hug. You wrap your arms around his waist as he uses his one free arm to wrap your small body.

It was his first day off from working back to back. You’ve been so stressed out dealing with your daughter and Jeno knows that. He had with his job isn’t so busy all the time so he can at least help you around the house.

After months of working non-stop, Jeno finally had a day off. It took a lot of convincing and they finally approve of it. Jeno’s job is important for the company, they always need him.

Just for one day, he wants to spend a day with his wife and daughter whom he misses spending time with.

You do also feel bad for Jeno. You know how much he loves you and Hyeri and you know he’s trying his best to request off just to spend time with you both.

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pink or blue | johnny suh [M]

summary ⇾ life couldn't be any more perfect. with johnny suh as your husband and the father of your daughter, you're perfectly content with your little family of three. your daughter, however, thinks there's something lacking still—a sibling. as a mother, you can't possibly refuse her request. you wonder, how does johnny feel about trying for another baby?

PAIRING // johnny suh x fem!reader

GENRE // explicit smut, lots of domestic fluff, just mc and johnny being cute parents

WARNING // 18+, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, creampie, breeding obviously cause they tryna have a baby lol, oral sex (f & m receiving), some degradation, handjob, somnophilia i guess, fingering

WORD COUNT // 10.1k

AUTHOR’S NOTE // this is as self-indulgent as a fic can get :] literally, I grew up despising the idea of marriage or having a kid, but as soon as I started stanning Johnny Suh, suddenly I'm ready to be a housewife. I will crawl on my knees, I will cook and polish ur boots with my spit sir pls let me

Daeun is pouting, doe eyes blinking up at you innocently. You had been prepared to scold her but is now finding yourself in a dilemma as she pleads with you to let her have some milk chocolate in the sweetest voice she can muster up. "Please, can I have some, Mummy?"

You push yourself up from your seat, offering her your hand. She's beaming as she slips her tiny hand into yours, not wasting a single second before guiding you toward the table of sweets Jaehyun's wife had organised for her son's birthday party.

Jungwoo's standing by the table, nursing a glass of a mysterious red drink in his hand as he plucks a mini doughnut from the neat arrangement of sweets and candies on the table. He sees you approaching and smiles as he greets you.

Daeun ignores him completely, pointing at the tray of chocolate slices on the table. "That one, please."

Jungwoo pinches her cheek gently, gaining her attention. "You're not even going to say hi to Uncle Jungwoo?" he asks, pouting down at her playfully.

Your daughter is quick to hug one of his legs, pulling away just as quickly. "What are you drinking, Uncle Jungwoo?" Daeun is curiously looking at the glass in Jungwoo's hand.

"It's raspberry soda. Have you had some?"

Daeun crinkles her nose, shaking her head in disgust as she grabs your hand in her own, nuzzling close to your leg and almost losing her balance in the process. "Daddy says I shouldn't drink fizzy drinks. I don't like it anyway, it tickles my tongue."

"Yeah, well your daddy's right, soda's not very healthy for you."

"Then why are you drinking it?"

Jungwoo seems surprised by her question, taking a few seconds to come up with an answer. "Oh, well, I only drink it once in a while. It's okay if you don't drink it too often."

Daeun seems to have lost interest in her conversation with Jungwoo, tugging at your hand so you would look at her. "Can I have the chocolate now, Mummy?" she asks, thanking you once you hand her a relatively small piece.

Jungwoo's chuckling to himself as he watches your daughter with sparkling eyes. "You know, I'm surprised you and Johnny haven't decided to have another child yet. You'd be lucky to have another little one that's half as clever as this one," Jungwoo says, motioning to Daeun, who is oblivious to what he's saying as she nibbles on her chocolate.

You lightly pet Daeun's hair, pondering a little too long about Jungwoo's words. Johnny and you never explicitly discussed having another child after having Daeun, but she's about to turn four soon, and you don't think you want to wait any longer if you do decide to get pregnant again.

"I've thought about it, a lot, actually," you reply truthfully. "But... having Daeun has been more than enough for me so far, you know?"

"But doesn't she want a sibling at least? Being an only child isn't so fun, I think. I can't even begin to imagine how lonely I would've felt without my sister."

"Hm, you're right. Johnny's mother once told me she regrets not having another child. It's a good thing Johnny's a social butterfly, so he grew up just fine all by himself."

Jungwoo shrugs, smiling. "But not everyone's built like Johnny, right?"

Glancing down at Daeun, you nod. "Right. He's one of a kind, I guess."

You stay at the party for another two hours, spending your time talking to Johnny's friends and their wives as you keep a watchful eye on Daeun playing along with the other kids. Occasionally, Johnny would approach you, hugging you from behind or kissing your temple as he effortlessly joins in on your conversation.

You're speaking to Doyoung and his wife when Daeun suddenly approaches you, hair dishevelled and tiny mouth pulled down into a frown. "Tired, baby?" you ask her as you pick her up to sit her on your lap. She only hums, resting her head on your shoulder.

Johnny takes a seat beside you, cooing at his daughter as she yawns. As soon as Daeun recognises her father's voice, she's scurrying off your lap to climb into his. You let her, knowing the smell of Johnny's cologne helps lull her to sleep somehow.

"She's adorable," Youngmi, Doyoung's wife, remarks as she watches your daughter snuggle into Johnny's embrace. Her hand is splayed on her stomach, rubbing her baby bump affectionately.

You smile to yourself, thinking back to when you were pregnant with Daeun. Your relationship with Johnny had never been stronger than those months you were pregnant. He was always at your beck and call, never hesitating to help you whenever you needed something, even after you insisted that you were more than capable of doing those things by yourself.

He had been nothing but loving to you during those nerve-racking months, frequently showering you with compliments whenever he noticed you staring dejectedly at your enormous belly in the mirror. Being pregnant hadn't been easy, but you got through it with Johnny's help and support.

Even after you had given birth, Johnny never stopped proving himself to be the best husband and father. It hadn't been easy the first year, with Daeun constantly testing your limits of becoming new parents, crying at ungodly hours during the night and wreaking havoc in your day-to-day life that used to be so ordinary before she came along. But you wouldn't have it any other way, not when Johnny's by your side, always managing to cater to both you and his daughter and making it look so easy.

As expected, Daeun falls asleep rather quickly in her father's arms with her face tucked into the crook of his neck. Youngmi and Doyoung keep you company for a few more minutes before Johnny finally decides to call it a day.

With Daeun tucked in his arm, he wraps his other arm around your waist as you both bid farewell to everyone still at the party. You wish Jaehyun's son a happy birthday once more before finally leaving.

You and Johnny speak in hushed tones throughout the ride back home, not wanting to wake your napping daughter. The silence in the car allows your mind to wander back to what Jungwoo had said to you back at the party. Maybe it isn't such a bad idea to have another baby. Daeun had turned out to be such a loving and kind child, and she deserves a sibling.

You twist your body to look at the backseat where your daughter sleeps in her booster seat, lips parted and head sagging slightly to the left. Johnny doesn't miss the affection in your eyes when you turn back to the front, but you're glad he doesn't question it.

Once you've arrived back home, Johnny immediately carries Daeun to her room, making sure not to disturb her afternoon nap, knowing how grumpy she can get whenever she doesn't get at least two hours of sleeping time during the day.

You feel slightly on edge as you clean yourself in the shower, mind reeling with the thought of trying for another baby. After having Daeun, many things had to be sacrificed in favour of being new parents, including your time spent being intimate with Johnny. Sure, there were times when you and Johnny found yourself alone and used your limited time to catch up on your sex life, but the both of you are fully aware that your daughter should and will always remain your priority.

You hear the bathroom door open and look up through the fogged glass to see Johnny's outline entering the bathroom. He sighs as he strips out of his clothes, and you open the shower door as an invitation for him to get in.

He's worn out, you can tell from his sagged shoulders and lazy smile, but you don't miss the way his dark eyes trail over your body as he approaches you, drinking in the sight of your flushed skin dripping with water.

"Is Daeun still asleep?"

You're sure Johnny doesn't miss the suggestive implication of your question, but he only replies with a nod before closing the shower door.

The groan he lets out as soon as he steps under the scalding water has heat flooding your stomach as you recall the shameless sounds he would make as the both of you make love. He tilts his head back, baring his neck to you. Even after so many years together, the sight of him naked like this never fails to mesmerise you. Everything about him has fire pooling low in your belly, eager to be doused by his touch.

"Johnny," you murmur, stepping closer to him and letting the water rain down on the both of you.

He doesn't hesitate to circle his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him so you can feel his slowly hardening member press against the apex of your thighs. He chuckles when you gasp as you stumble into him. "All these years, and you're still so responsive whenever I do something? Shouldn't you be used to me by now, baby?"

In your hazy state, it takes a few seconds to comprehend what he had said to you, but you decide not to reply, pressing your lips to his instead. You feel the wetness between your thighs when you clench them, and it only encourages you to move things faster, desperate to have Johnny inside you after days of not having the time to touch each other at all.

Johnny's tongue brushes against your lower lip, seeking entrance. You allow him, of course, moaning when his tongue breaches through your parted lips and tangles with yours. Your hand is wandering down his shoulder to the plane of his chest, descending lower until you're scraping your blunt nails on the groove of his abs, and finally... they reach their destination.

You pull your mouth away from his to look down as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, squeezing it and smiling when you hear him groan. He's nibbling on your earlobe as you stroke him to full hardness, mumbling praises into your ear. "Feels good, baby, keep going for me, just like that."

A bead of pre-cum dribbles down the head of his cock, and you bend at the waist to wrap your mouth around the tip, tongue brushing over the slit to taste him.

Johnny's hands immediately fall to each side of your head, fingers delving into your hair as you kneel onto your knees. The wet tiles underneath you are uncomfortable, but that's the least of your concern when you have Johnny in your mouth like this, trying his hardest not to buck his hips in order not to choke you. He's looking down at you with so much hunger in his eyes, and you can't help but moan around him as your eyes flutter close, imagining how good it would feel once he was finally inside of you.

With each bob of your head, you try to take more and more of him into your mouth, but you find yourself overestimating your capability, gagging each time you attempt to go any further. Johnny must notice this because he's calling your name in the softest voice and smiling at you when you pry your eyes open to look up at him. "Easy, don't rush it. You're making me feel good either way."

With newfound determination, you start to move your head once again, hollowing your cheeks and pumping the part of him you have a hard time reaching in your fist. "F-fuck, your mouth feels so good around me..."

He's guiding you with his hands, grip in your hair tightening whenever you swirl your tongue around the tip and dipping it into the slit. You find yourself beginning to grow irritated when Johnny throws his head back, breaking the heated eye contact you had been holding with him. In an attempt to gain his attention again, you finally pull your fist away from the base of his cock, promptly replacing it with your mouth.

You gag when you feel him against the back of your throat, but you continue to take him deeper nonetheless, not stopping until the tip of your nose brushes against the coarse hair growing on his pelvis. "Oh, shit... shit- slow down, baby."

You stay there until you feel yourself run out of breath, pulling back with a sharp inhale. Johnny is panting when you look up at him. You can't help the satisfaction that runs through you when you see his eyes are fixed on you once again, although they're slightly unfocused and hazy.

You barely allow yourself to catch your breath before you're taking him into your mouth again, tongue skimming across the protruding vein running down his shaft. A gargled moan rumbles from your throat as you push forward, ignoring the voice in your head screaming at you to pull back and take a breath.

You close your eyes as you deepthroat him, letting the tears blurring your eyes trickle down your cheeks. You hear Johnny hiss through his teeth when you swallow around him, one of his hands withdrawing from your head to slam against the shower door.

He chuckles when you pull off of him, eyes looking up at him as if you're waiting for him to praise you. You're panting as you kneel on the floor, knees aching and hands balled into fists against Johnny's hips. "It almost seems like you're trying to prove a point to me," he says with a wide grin, brushing your wet hair back to tuck them behind your ears.

"I'm not trying to prove anything."

With Johnny's help, you manage to pull yourself up from your kneeling position, wincing when you feel the soreness on your knees. You're grateful for your husband's sturdy build as he circles his arms around you, letting you put most of your weight on him.

"Yeah?" He pecks your swollen lips. "So you weren't trying to make me cum in record time?"

"If I wanted to do that, you would've done it by now," you mumble, slipping your hand between your bodies to grasp at him.

He steps forward, carefully dragging you along with him. When your back finally meets the shower wall, Johnny reaches behind him to turn off the water. "Well, for the record, I was only seconds away from cumming before you stopped."

The gentle stroking motion of your hand on his cock halts when he suddenly buries his face in the crook of your neck, mouth latching onto a spot that has you gasping out loud in the humid bathroom. The steam from the hot water has created a thin mist in the air, leaving you lightheaded whenever you breathe in, but you suspect much of what you're feeling is because of Johnny.

"J-Johnny," you stutter, trembling when he turns you around. Your palms are pressed against the wall as Johnny seizes your waists in his hands, pulling your hips back. "Please, need you..."

He squeezes the flesh of your ass before trailing his fingers down to your core, sliding two fingers along your slit. You stiffen, gritting your teeth when his fingertips ghost over your entrance, threatening to dip in. "Not yet, princess. I need to stretch you out with my fingers first. Need to make sure your pussy can handle all of me, right?" He ends his question with a not-so-gentle swipe of his fingers on your clit.

You nod your head frantically, looking over your shoulder to look into his eyes as you plead. "Yes, please, please, Johnny-"

He presses his mouth to yours, effectively cutting off your pleading. You kiss him back, gasping when he sinks his teeth into your lower lip. Your fingers curl in anticipation against the tile wall when his digits finally slip through your entrance, pressing in until they're knuckles-deep.

You lean the side of your head against the wall in front of you, breaths coming out in short puffs. Johnny is pressing kisses to your bare shoulder, muttering praises into your ear whenever you whine and arch into the wall. "My good girl. All nice and wet for me. You just can't wait to have me inside you, don't you?"

"Yes! Y-Yes, please..."

He curls his fingers, stroking your velvet walls, revelling in the stuttered moan that slips past your lips when he does. "Gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Gonna cum all over my fingers like a good girl?"

"There, right there... Gonna cum, Johnny, g-gonna cum!"

Johnny has the audacity to chuckle under his breath when he feels you tightening around his fingers, only seconds away from crumbling right in front of his eyes. He loves the sight of you like this, so compliant and ready to please him. You're still so sensitive to his touch, as though every time he touches you, he's touching you for the very first time again, in his old bedroom, under the covers at midnight.

As you reach your high, Johnny watches in awe as you arch against the wall, choked moans escaping your lips. He thinks you're still just as beautiful as the first time he ever saw you, maybe even more beautiful now that you've carried his baby in your stomach.

A thought passes his mind, a vision of your stomach all big and swollen with his baby, but he loves you too much to pressure you for another baby when you've still got your hands full with Daeun. He doesn't want to burden you, so he says nothing, pushing the fleeting thought into the back of his mind.

Your thighs are shaking from the effort of holding yourself up after such an intense orgasm. It doesn't take long for Johnny to notice your buckling knees, and he's quickly wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you in his hold.

You feel him nuzzle his face into your neck, brushing the tip of his nose against your pulse point. You're trying to catch your breath, knowing your time is extremely limited and Daeun will most likely be waking up in the next hour or so, but you find yourself recovering rather quickly when you feel his length resting heavily against your back.

"Need you inside, please..."

Johnny chuckles, feigning amusement, although you know he's just as eager as you are. You feel the tip of his cock brush over your slit and you jolt.

"W-Wait, Johnny..."

"Hm?"

Your words feel like a lump in your throat as Johnny looks down at you questioningly. You've talked to Johnny about having another baby, and you know he's open to the idea from the previous discussions you've had, but so far, he hasn't said anything and you're starting to wonder about whether he still wants to expand this little family you both created.

"I was thinking... what if we-"

The loud banging on the door cuts you off, followed by your daughter's voice, still croaky from being asleep. "Mummy, are you in here?"

"I'm here, sweetheart? Is something wrong?"

"I'm hungry, I tried to find Daddy, but he- um, I can't find him anywhere."

"Okay, honey. Can you go wash your face and wait in the living room for me? I'll be right out, okay?"

You hear her call back to you before you hear soft footsteps padding out of the bedroom. Johnny chuckles when you breathe out with relief, turning the shower back on so the both of you can wash off the sweat and the slick on your skin.

"You think she woke up cause you were too loud?" Johnny jokes once the both of you have thoroughly cleaned yourself.

You look at him with mild horror as you dry yourself off. "I'm really hoping she didn't hear anything."

"She wouldn't understand even if she heard anyway."

"That doesn't exactly make me feel any better."

As you wrap yourself in a towel, ready to exit the bathroom, you can't help but let your eyes wander down Johnny's figure. His cock still stands upright, and you look up at him pitifully. "Hey, I'll go take care of her. Why don't you stay in here a little longer and take care of your little problem, hm?"

You don't give him a chance to refuse, quickly leaning up and pecking him on the lips before slipping out of the bathroom. Your bedroom door is slightly ajar, the only indication your daughter had been in the room. The sound of one of Daeun's favourite cartoons playing on the TV can be heard as you rummage through your closet for some clothes to wear.

You let your mind wander back to the incident in the bathroom. You had been so close to telling Johnny about your little predicament. Now that you think back about it, perhaps the bathroom isn't the best place to talk about such a heavy topic.

Daeun's still a little disoriented when you finally give her some snack, blinking sleepily at the TV as she munches away on her food. When you ask her the reason why she woke up from her nap so early, she sheepishly admits that she had a nightmare. Her lips tremble as she recounts her dream, but she manages to hold back her tears. You make sure to praise her for being so brave.

Johnny arrives a little later, dressed in a clean pair of sweatpants and a comfortable white shirt. Daeun's mindlessly watching the TV, still drowsy from having been awakened from her nap too soon.

Johnny leans over the back of the couch to embrace his daughter and plant kisses all over her small face. Daeun bursts into fits of laughter, the cartoon she had been watching long forgotten as she tries to push Johnny away. "D-Daddy, no! No! Mummy, help!" She's squealing, trying to roll as far away from her father as she can.

Her efforts prove to be futile when Johnny suddenly picks her up from the couch, carrying her to the kitchen where you stand behind the counter, making yourself some tea.

Johnny stands beside you, swiftly kissing your temple before setting Daeun down on the counter. You find it so endearing when her little legs dangle over the edge, swinging back and forth as she grins up at her father.

"Mummy, do you smell that?" Johnny suddenly asks you, sniffing the air.

You set down your cup of tea to copy his action. "Smell what?"

He leans down toward Daeun, burying his nose into her hair before recoiling back with a look of faux disgust, which earns a giggle from Daeun, who has grown to be familiar with her father's teasing nature. "I think it's little Daeun here who's stinky because she hasn't had a shower yet."

"But I don't wanna shower yet."

Johnny hums. "How about a bath then? I'll make sure to put in some of that soap that turns the water all bubbly."

Daeun perks up at that, eyes widening as she enthusiastically nods, reaching up to wrap her arms around Johnny's neck. "Alright, bub, come on. Let's get your stinky bum in the bath and get you cleaned up before dinner, hm?"

"I don't stink, Daddy." You hear her mumble as Johnny carries her towards the hallway. You watch from your spot in the kitchen, heart feeling full at the sight of your daughter leaning her head against your husband's shoulder. Maybe another child wouldn't be so bad.

-

You smile down at Daeun from where you sit beside her on her bed, brushing your fingers through her hair and watching as her eyelids start to droop from fatigue as you sing her a lullaby. It's a song your mother used to sing to you when you were only a child.

Upon reaching the end of the song, you prepare to stand up and let Daeun sleep for the night, but it seems she has something to say before you leave. "Daddy said Uncle Mark and Auntie Erin are going to get another baby."

"Oh... Daddy said that, did he?"

Daeun only nods, tugging her fluffy blanket up to her chin. You can't help but coo quietly at her adorable doe eyes and pudgy cheeks.

"Are you excited to see the baby? You'll be able to see him in a few months."

To your surprise, Daeun shakes her head, lips forming into a pout. "But Uncle Mark's not going to let the baby stay here with us."

Chuckling, you lean down to press a kiss on Daeun's forehead. "Of course the baby's not going to be with us all the time, honey, but we'll visit them when we have time, and we'll invite them over so you can play with Myunghee and Minjun... and the little baby."

"Why can't we just get another baby, Mummy?"

You blink, startled by the implication behind your daughter's words. When you had told Johnny that you would tuck Daeun into bed, you hadn't been expecting to have this conversation. Daeun seems wide awake now, staring up at you with anticipation.

With a nervous laugh, you take her small hand into yours, rubbing your thumb over her chubby fingers. "That's going to take many, many months. You really wanna wait that long?"

Daeun doesn't hesitate to nod enthusiastically, her dark eyes sparkling with excitement. "As long as they can stay with us forever."

You entertain the thought for a few seconds, recalling the time when Daeun was only a baby and the way you and Johnny were eager yet frightened to be new parents. You recall the sleepless nights and the exhausting day-to-day routines. Looking at Daeun now, you know you would do it over and over again if you could. Watching her grow has been the greatest privilege, and having Johnny by your side throughout the journey has only made it so much better.

"Alright, how about you go to sleep now, and we'll talk about it with Daddy tomorrow morning, hm?"

"And we can get the baby tomorrow?"

"We'll see how Daddy feels about it, okay?"

"Okay... you promise?"

You nod, smoothing down the blanket on top of her body as she shifts to her side to get into a more comfortable position.

"Love you, Mummy. Oh, and tell Dad I love him too."

"I will. I love you... so much. Sleep tight, my little bear."

Daeun's smile at the term of endearment doesn't go unnoticed by you as you slip out of the room, closing the door gently behind you. You don't immediately walk away, leaning your back against the door, sighing blissfully at how perfect everything feels at this moment. A wonderful husband, the most beautiful daughter, how much better could it get?

Johnny's sitting in his home office reviewing some documents when you walk in with a dazed smile on your face. He watches you round his desk to get to his side before leaning back against the edge.

Setting his reading glasses down, his hand immediately reaches up to rest on your bare thigh, brushing up and down. "Something wrong?" Johnny asks after a while of silence.

You blink a few times as if to get rid of the thoughts plaguing your mind. The hazy look in your eyes is still present when you shake your head no. "No, no, nothing's wrong."

"Mhm, if you say so." Johnny doesn't say anything more after this, knowing something is definitely on your mind. He wants you to be comfortable enough to say it to him on your own instead of having to coax it out of you. You've been married for a few years, after all, and Johnny is a firm believer that communication is key in any relationship.

You're fiddling with the collar of his shirt, a telltale sign you're anxious about something. Frankly, Johnny's slightly upset you're having a hard time telling him something that has been weighing on your mind. Your struggle to confide in him—your husband, the person you're supposed to trust with your life—only indicates to him that he has been doing something wrong this whole time.

When you say his name quietly, he hums, listening intently to whatever it is you're about to say. "When you were a kid... did you ever feel lonely? As an only child, I mean."

Johnny hadn't been expecting this question at all. "Um, sometimes. I mean, I had a lot of friends, so that made up for it, I guess."

"Were there times when you wanted to have a sister or a brother?"

"Occasionally, yeah. Gets boring at home when the only people with you are your parents. No bantering, no playfighting. I used to get so excited when my cousins would come over. Why are you asking, anyway? Do you miss your family?"

You're quick to shake your head, brushing off his concern. "No, no, it's not that. I was just wondering."

The corners of his lips tug up into a grin. "Have you been talking to my mum? Is she saying stuff again? She just loves exposing my embarrassing childhood stories, doesn't she?"

You laugh, genuinely entertained by his assumption. "Aw, she just doesn't want to forget those moments, you know? One day you were this cute, little kid, and then next, you were a teenager with an emo haircut, and now you're this tall, brooding, handsome man."

"And this tall, brooding, handsome man is married to the most beautiful, amazing, sexy woman."

"Alright, alright, no need to make it about me," you quip, smiling when Johnny erupts into laughter.

For the first time since you came into the room, Johnny takes his time to take in your appearance, drinking in the way the black, satin night robe glides against your skin when his hand on your thigh inches closer toward the dip of your hips. He's confused, however, when his fingers reach your hips but feels nothing there—no fabric, no cloth, only skin.

His eyes meet yours, and you're able to pinpoint the exact second he realises you're bare of any clothes underneath the robe. His eyes darken, lips parting to exhale a soft breath.

"Pleasant surprise," he mutters, moving his chair to the side to position himself in front of you. "You went and kissed our daughter goodnight wearing nothing but a robe? That's so filthy," he jokes, grinning when he feels you squirm under his touch.

"You say that as if you weren't just about to put your dick in me when she came knocking on our bathroom door today."

Johnny chuckles, leaning down in his seat to press his mouth to your thigh. "Don't act like you weren't begging for it, princess."

With a smile, you push yourself off the desk, pretending to walk away. "Fine then, we'll see who's going to be begging now- hey!"

Johnny has grabbed your wrist, tugging you back rather forcefully. He pushes himself off the chair, rising to his full height. A breath of his name slips through your lips as you look up at him, and he grins. He loves the fact that you're always so taken aback by how much taller he is compared to you.

He presses himself flush to your small frame, cupping your cheek in one hand and leaning down to capture your lips with his. He tilts his head at the last second, nose smashing against your cheek. The kiss is feverish, the hunger obvious in the way he moves his mouth against yours. You squirm against him when his tongue licks at your bottom lip, requesting entrance.

One of Johnny's hands reaches down to grab at the back of your thigh, urging you to hook it around his hips as he picks you up to sit you down on his desk. It takes every last strength you have in order to pull away from the kiss, swallowing when you see the wetness of both yours and his spit coating his swollen lips.

You set your hands on his chest when he tries to dive back in, pushing slightly to keep him from kissing you again. "Wait, Johnny," you mutter, trying to catch your breath.

He pulls away, putting some distance between your body and his. You shake your head, grabbing at his shoulders to pull him back to you.

He obliges, both hands coming to rest on your thighs, gliding up and down as if to comfort you. "So something is wrong." He doesn't sound disappointed when he says it. In fact, he seems more concerned than anything else. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

You give him an appreciative smile, nodding. "It's just, I- uhm..." You can't help but break eye contact, his gaze sending your thoughts into turmoil as you try to figure out how to approach the subject.

"Hey," Johnny mumbles, cupping your chin to bring your gaze back to his. "If you don't feel like doing anything tonight, we don't have to-"

"No, no, Johnny, I want to... Trust me, I want this," you quickly assure him.

Your husband nods, shifting on his feet slightly. The movement causes the strained bulge in his pants to press against you. The friction of his sweatpants on your wet heat sends a sharp surge of pleasure to run up your spine. "Ohh..."

You grab at his hip, pulling at his lower half, using your grip on his shoulder as leverage to buck your hips up from the desk. "F-Fuck, Johnny."

Johnny's lips part as he looks down, eyes zeroing in on the way your glistening pussy drags across the front of his sweatpants, staining the fabric with your slick. His cock hardens even more at the sound of your whines. "Baby," he says, groaning at a particular pressure that sends his mind spiralling. He almost forgets what he was going to say.

Your arms circle his neck, fingers burying themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck. Your movement is frantic, uncoordinated. You're desperate to reach your high.

"Look at me," Johnny demands, fingers digging into your hips to keep himself grounded. When your eyes meet, he has to restrain himself from pushing his pants down his hips and taking you right then and there. "What were you trying to tell me before, hm?"

You shake your head frantically, stomach tensing the closer you get to your climax. "After... I'll tell you after, just, please... I need this."

He chuckles, giving into your request. He hasn't done anything to you yet, but you're already such a mess for him. "Promise you'll tell me after, or I won't fuck you," he warns.

You mindlessly nod. "O-Okay, I promise... Kiss me, Johnny, please," you plead.

Johnny gives in yet again, kissing you while reaching a hand between your bodies. He lays his palm flat on your stomach, dragging it down slowly until the pad of his thumb meets your clit.

You break the kiss, a loud whine slipping past your lips as Johnny continues to draw tight circles on your bundle of nerves. Johnny can't help but smirk at your reaction, trailing his mouth down to your jaw and then your neck. At that moment, he's glad his home office is nowhere near his daughter's bedroom.

When one of your hands tug at the hem of his white shirt, Johnny withdraws for a moment to take off his shirt, tossing it onto the chair behind him. This earns an appreciative moan from you, who immediately rake your nails down his toned stomach.

Your head lolls to the side as he sucks marks onto the skin of your neck. Your legs are trembling from the effort of keeping them up, and you circle your legs around Johnny's slender waist, digging your heels into the back of his thighs.

The action only brings him even closer to you, and the sudden pressure on your heat makes you moan Johnny's name. "P-Please, can I cum? Please, Johnny..."

Johnny pulls away from your neck, biting back a groan when he sees you've untied your robe, exposing your breasts. He's tempted to put your nipple into his mouth, but he resists the urge, wanting to see you unravel from grinding against his clothed cock.

You jolt when Johnny palms at your right breast, twisting the stiff nub between two fingers. "You wanna cum?"

"Yes... please, yes."

Johnny's hand on your thigh slides up to underneath your ass, aiding you in rutting against him. "Cum for me, then. Make a mess all over my pants, hm?"

Johnny swears he almost reaches his own high when you cum with a high-pitched cry. The way you gasp and tremble against him drives him crazy, and he has to back his hips away from yours to stop himself from exploding, much to your dismay.

"F-Fuck... that felt so good," you murmur once you've caught your breath, looking up at Johnny through hooded eyes.

He pecks your lips once before looking down at his pants, causing you to follow his line of sight. Johnny can only smirk at the way your face flushes crimson when you notice the wet patch of your slick on his pants.

"We've been together for so many years, and you're still shy about making a mess on my pants? You're unbelievable," he remarks, dragging his hand down the valley of your breast, feeling you shiver under his soft touch.

"That's 'cause I'm not as shameless as you," you fire back, eyes locked on his naked torso. You reach out with your hand, languidly tracing the ridges of his abs, swallowing hard at how delectable your husband looks in the low light of the office room.

You're confused when Johnny suddenly bends at the waist, aligning his face to your core. He places his hands underneath your thighs, spreading your legs open and leaning in close.

"Johnny, what do you think you're doing!"

He ignores you, mouth closing around your pussy, tongue lapping up the remnants of your cum. You almost collapse back against his desk from surprise, but you manage to support yourself with your hands. You feel dizzy, still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

Johnny doesn't leave a single inch of skin untouched, tongue licking over your pulsing hole, dragging up your slit before flicking against your clit. You're heaving when he pecks the swollen nub once more before returning to his standing position.

He chuckles when he sees your chest rising up and down rapidly as you try to get enough air into your lungs. Your juices coats his mouth and chin, and you frantically pull him down by his arms to kiss him.

Johnny groans when you start leaving open-mouthed kisses down his chin, trying to taste yourself on his skin. "Sweet," you mutter when you pull away, licking at your lips as if you can't get enough of the taste of your own essence.

You start tugging down at his sweatpants, mind set on being stuffed full by your husband's cock. Johnny stops you by grabbing your wrists. "Please, Johnny, I can't wait any longer..."

"I know, baby." Johnny brings your hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of both hands before smiling down at you tenderly. "But you promised me, remember?"

You blink, not registering what he's talking about for a couple of seconds.

"What did you want to tell me before? I wasn't lying when I said I wouldn't fuck you until you tell me."

"Oh..."

Johnny hooks both his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, dragging it down his legs. His boxer comes next, and your mind short-circuits briefly at the sight of Johnny standing in all his naked glory, eyes peering down at you as if he wants to devour you whole.

You gasp when he takes hold of your calf, yanking you closer toward the edge of the desk. Your robe slips from your shoulders, leaving you just as naked as Johnny.

Johnny steps closer to you, taut balls pressed against your dripping cunt. He grabs the base of his cock, squeezing a few times before pumping up the length of it, allowing more pre-cum to leak out at the tip.

He drags the tip over your slit, soaking it in your juices. Your breath hitches when he places his cock head against your entrance. To your disappointment, the stretch never comes.

"Johnny, please," you plead, heel digging into the back of his thigh in hopes of getting his cock to slip in. Johnny is much stronger than you, so he resists your efforts easily.

"Then start talking, sweetheart."

Johnny hisses when your small hand suddenly wraps around his member, pumping just slow enough that it doesn't give him much relief at all.

"I think..." you begin, eyes meeting his.

Johnny nods, eyes threatening to close from the feeling of your delicate hand tugging at his cock. "Think what?"

"I think Daeun wants a sibling."

Johnny feels his mind clear entirely, and he grabs at your hand around his cock, halting your motion. "So this is why you were asking about my childhood. Did she say that?"

"Yeah. I think you might've given her the idea when you told her Mark is expecting another baby."

You're still not sure whether Johnny is pleased or concerned. His face remains expressionless, and for a second, fear washes over you. "Johnny, it's alright if you don't want-"

"What did you tell her?"

"Well, I told her we'd talk about it with you over breakfast tomorrow."

"What did you want to say?"

You pause, gazing into his eyes, wishing you could simply see into his mind and know what he's thinking of. "I, uhm... I mean, I wanted to say yes. I'd love to have another baby. But Johnny, if you don't think it's the right time-"

"How long have you wanted this?"

You search his eyes, gathering up the courage to confess the truth. "Since a long time ago," you admit sheepishly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

Johnny feels like an absolute hypocrite. He has always wanted the both of you to trust each other enough to tell each other everything, yet he himself has been doing the exact opposite.

"Then... I'm sorry as well. I've thought about it so many times before, but seeing you take care of Daeun- I just didn't want to burden you even more."

Everything feels so outlandish. If only you or Johnny had been honest enough to disclose your feelings from the beginning, all this mishap would've been avoided, and Daeun might already have a sibling by her side.

"We should probably work on our communication, huh?"

"Yeah... Let's start from now."

"The better communication or the trying to have a baby?"

"Both... Here, I'll go first. I'm going to fuck you full of my cum tonight, and you're going to keep it in you like a good girl until tomorrow morning, then I'm going to fuck it back into you as soon as you wake up. We're going to keep doing that until I knock you up with my baby. Sounds good to you?"

His words render you speechless, and you snicker as you shake your head in disbelief. "You're off to a pretty good start, I'd say."

"Yeah? You should do your part as well, then." Johnny eases into you without warning, and you sigh at the familiar burn. Your arms wrap around his neck, using it as purchase as Johnny inches into you little by little as if he's trying to commit the feeling to his memory.

"Johnny, don't stop," you sigh out, resting your head against his chest with your eyes closed, savouring how utterly full you feel as Johnny finally buries his whole cock into you.

"F-Fuck, never gonna stop when you feel like this, princess," Johnny grunts, rolling his hips experimentally when he feels you start to relax against him. "So fucking tight. Almost like I haven't fucked you countless times before, hm?"

"Oh god, please..." Your eyes roll back when Johnny snaps his hips against yours, your slick splattering against his pelvis.

"Almost as if I've never gotten you pregnant before, all swollen and so pretty for me." Johnny wraps his arms around your waist to bring you closer to him. The sound of his hips slapping against yours echoes throughout the room—sharp, hard.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck, pressing his mouth to the patch of skin behind your ear. The action feels so intimate somehow, and you moan, fire spreading through your veins like wildfire. "S-So good, Johnny... Your cock feels so good in me..."

"Yeah?" he mutters against your ear, hot breath making you shudder. "You love this cock, right?"

"Fuck yes, l-love your cock." The drag of his cock against your walls makes you feel delirious—the way you can feel the veins running along his length rub against you and the way the tip of his cock reaches so deep inside you that you can feel it in your stomach.

Johnny reaches behind you, clearing his desk of sheets of paper and his reading glasses. "Lie back for me, won't you?"

You listen to him, of course. The change of position has you sighing in relief, the tension in your lower back disappearing now that you're lying down. Johnny lifts both your legs to settle on his shoulders, pushing your legs tighter together, pussy milking his cock even more.

The squelching noise of your soaked cunt can be heard as Johnny continues to pound into you. He grabs onto your thighs, pulling at the meaty flesh, watching the way his cock disappears into your tight heat.

He watches the way you lift your arms above your head, grabbing at the edge of his desk as your eyes flutter close. The stuttered moans you let out spurs Johnny to go faster, cock rubbing you raw.

Your throat feels dry with how much you've been moaning, lost in the ecstasy, and spit gathers on your tongue. Swallowing is a difficult task as Johnny keeps drilling into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass.

"Hm, gonna get you pregnant again... show everyone how good I breed you, princess. That's all you're good for, right? Being a good wife and carrying my baby."

Your nails dig into the desk, head rolling to the side. Drool drips out of your mouth, pooling on the wooden desk. You can focus on nothing but your impending orgasm. Whenever the tip of his cock grazes your cervix in the slightest, your walls clamp down harder, making Johnny's thrust falter.

His hands settle on your hips, thumbs stroking over the faint stretch marks on your lower stomach—an indication that you've carried his child before. The sight drives Johnny wild, breath hitching in his throat when he realises you'll soon have another baby in your stomach, and he'll watch you swell up again, all glowing and radiant.

"F-Fuck, baby... you're driving me fucking insane," Johnny mutters, cock twitching.

"Johnny, please, I'm-" your back arches, hands scrambling to grab onto his wrists as your orgasm approaches. "I'm-ugh, Johnny-"

"Shh, I know. You can cum, princess. Cum for me, and I'll give you my baby..."

You force your eyes open, looking at Johnny through blurry eyes. Johnny's grip on your waist tightens when he sees your fucked out expression, tongue lolling out the corner of your mouth and hair sticking to your damp forehead and temple.

You look at him with what can only be described as lovestruck eyes, admiration and lust evident in them. His pace doesn't slow as your orgasm wracks through you, hips jerking up, trying to force his cock deeper inside you.

You can hear nothing but white noise, the consuming pleasure so much more than you thought you could handle. You sob—a sound of relief and exhilaration as slick pours out of you, coating Johnny's cock.

It takes a while for you to register Johnny's hand on your cheek, coaxing you out of your post-orgasm haze as he chases his own release. "J-Johnny," you weakly mumble, powerless against the mix of pain and pleasure as Johnny fucks you into overstimulation.

Your legs are no longer on his shoulders, now wrapped around his waist, allowing him to lean down and rest some of his weight on you. "I'm right here, princess... 'm here. Just a little more for me, alright?"

Johnny latches his mouth to your nipple, sucking and tugging at it. He feels as though he's in heaven as he listens to your tiny squeaks and whimpers.

"Can't, Johnny..."

"You can, baby, I know you can. You want my cum, don't you?"

That's all it takes for him to convince you that you can, in fact, take him for a little longer.

"Y-Yes, please, Johnny. Want your cum, want you to knock me up," you blabber, wincing at the stinging pain on your lower half.

"Good fucking girl, my filthy baby, f-fuck..."

You gasp when Johnny pushes himself as deep as he can into you, eyes snapping open at the feel of his warm load shooting into your womb. His thrusts are shallow, cock only withdrawing a few inches before sinking in again. He grunts against your chest, ropes of his cum filling you, some squirting out with an obscene noise, leaking onto the desk.

"Ohh, fuck..." Johnny drawls, chest heaving and brain fuzzy from his powerful orgasm. His heart thrums in his chest, and he pulls you into a soft kiss. "I love you," he says once he pulls away, caressing your forehead with his thumb, pushing the hair out of your face.

Your face breaks into a blissful smile, one that makes Johnny's stomach flutter. "Me too. I love you so much." Your voice is quiet when you speak, barely above a whisper. "We're really doing this, right?"

"I think it's time we finally have a new addition to the family, don't you think?"

You hum, envisioning another copy of Daeun running around the house, two sets of giggles sounding throughout the rooms. "I'm ready if you are, Johnny."

"I've been ready ever since I married you. You know... I never thought you could possibly get any hotter, but then you became a mum, and I'm watching you take care of our child, and my dick's hard all the fucking time."

You slap his arm playfully, face mortified at his blunt words. "I would know. You were all over me after I gave birth to Daeun, you perv."

Johnny laughs, peppering your face with kisses, not stopping even when you try to push him away. He can't remember the last time he felt this happy. He's about to embark on yet another journey, and he can't wait to do it all with you.

-

Your bare back feels warm, bathed in the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains of the bedroom window. There's rustling behind you, and the bed dips slightly as someone rolls over, encasing you in their arms, pulling you back against their heated chest. Still half-asleep, you only hum.

The cover shifts downward, exposing the upper half of your body to the cool air of the bedroom. Goosebumps erupt over your skin. Johnny notices and pulls you even closer to him, pressing his mouth to your shoulder.

He had initially planned to coax you awake with a few kisses, but he quickly realises he'd rather wake you another way.

His hand slips under your arm to palm at your breast, kneading softly and pinching at your nipple. He smiles when you shift onto your back, agitated by the disturbance. His hand then trails lower, passing over your stomach and cupping your sex.

Your legs instinctively fall open at his touch, giving more room for him to play with you. He starts by parting your folds, middle finger skimming over your slit. When he presses the pad of his finger to your clit, your eyelids twitch as though you're on the verge of waking up.

Johnny lifts himself onto his elbow to get a better look at you. He thinks you look beautiful like this—the glow of your skin, the curve of your lips, the way your hair fans across the pillow.

"Mmh..."

Johnny doesn't stop his movement, even when your back starts to arch and you're stirring restlessly. You whimper, thighs locking together.

"Morning, Mrs Suh," Johnny says, smirking when you reach a hand down to grab at his wrist. As soon as your eyes flutter open, he pulls his hand away, bringing it up to his lips.

"I could get used to being woken up like that," you groggily say, crinkling your nose at the way he so shamelessly sucks on his fingers.

He chuckles, kissing your jaw and pecking your lips a few times. "Well, don't take it for granted, cause as soon as another baby pops out, he's going to be the one waking you up every morning with all the screaming and crying."

"Yeah, well you're going to have to get me pregnant first, Mr Suh."

Johnny doesn't miss a beat, rolling you over onto your side, tugging his shorts off and slotting himself against your backside. He's hard already, leaking tip shoving against your entrance, threatening to dip in. "Uh-huh, trust me, with the way I plan to fuck you every chance I get, you'll get pregnant by no time."

You reach back to grab at his hair when he finally slides in, simultaneous sigh falling from each of your lips. His hips meet your ass, dick nestled tightly inside your cunt. Johnny stays still for a while, only focusing on the rhythmic pulsating of your walls.

You've done this so many times before, but you can never be fully accustomed to Johnny's size. If he was any longer or any thicker than he already is, you think you might not be able to take him at all.

"You okay?" Johnny asks, slowly thrusting in and out, listening to the sounds you make as the only indication that he's not hurting you.

You nod, body flushing at how overwhelmed you feel by the whole situation. "Johnny, I love you," you can't help but say, lips trembling as you try to hold back your tears.

Johnny replies with a rough thrust and a kiss on your shoulder blade. He knows he doesn't have to say anything for you to know how he feels. It's you and it will always be you, no one else.

You tug at his hair, turning your head to bring his lips down to meet yours. There's a hint of coffee and mint in his breath, and you suspect he might've had some breakfast and washed up before joining you back in bed.

The kiss is sloppy, matching that of an early morning kiss. His tongue ghosts over your lips for a few seconds before pulling back, and you chase it with your own, whining in surprise when he starts suckling on it earnestly.

Your folds cling to Johnny's cock, sucking him in every time he pulls out. With one hand, he grabs your thigh, lifting it higher so he has better access to your pussy.

You feel exposed by the new position, face burning as you bury it further into the pillow. Johnny doesn't speed up his pace, not wanting to ruin the quiet morning ambience. All he can hear is your hushed whimpers, the sloppy sound of his cock pushing in and out of you and the birds chirping right outside your bedroom window.

Johnny shifts behind you, moving lower on the bed to get a better angle. When he resumes his movement, you unexpectedly arch, leg threatening to snap close at the feeling of his cock against your sweet spot. With every buck of his hips, you moan, clenching around him.

"R-Right there..." Your mouth hangs open, sweat accumulating on your forehead despite the coolness of the bedroom. "So good, Johnny..."

Johnny speeds up just a little, and the shockwaves of pleasure that ripple through you is intense, yet still not enough. You slip a hand between your legs, two fingers rubbing at your clit.

Johnny tsks from behind you, seizing both your wrists, bringing them back behind you. "I want you to cum with my cock only."

Swallowing, you look over your shoulder, eyes meeting his. His thrust stutters, raspy groan rumbling in his chest as he tries not to reach his release before you do. You're making it hard, though, with your blissed-out face and half-lidded eyes. Not to mention the way your sopping pussy is gripping him so tight, fluttering whenever he delivers a particularly deep thrust.

"Faster, p-please, go faster..."

Johnny doesn't fail to comply with your wish, knowing he isn't going to last long. He's rewarded with your croaky moans and repetitions of his name, and it only pushes him to move faster. "Gonna fill you up, right? You want me to cum inside you?"

"Y-Yes! Want it inside, please, please, please..."

With a drawn-out whine, you cum around him, walls convulsing as Johnny keeps fucking into you. Slick drips past your ass and onto the crinkled bed sheet as you succumb to the mind-numbing pleasure. You claw onto Johnny's hand—the one still pinning your wrists to your back.

Johnny's hips still when he cums shortly after, strings of his hot seed filling you. He presses his lips to your back, groaning in anguish against your creamy skin as his cock continue to spurt out cum. When he pulls out, he watches as the milky liquid of his cum trickles out of your hole. He collects it with his fingers, pushing it back into you, which pulls a noise of complaint from you.

"Shh, gotta make sure you keep it all in..."

Johnny gently maneuvers you onto your back, bending your knees and pressing your thighs to your chest.

"What are you doing?" you ask, still breathless from your early morning tryst. You can't see his face with your legs blocking the way, but you'd bet real money he has his eyes locked onto your lower half. "Johnny, stop being gross. Quit looking at my pussy."

Half of Johnny's face comes into view, peering over the side of your thigh. "It's mine, so I'm allowed to look at it whenever I want, taste it whenever I want-"

"Possessive much? Hey, can you let my legs down now? It's starting to get sore."

"I read on the internet once that when you lie down in this position after intercourse, there's more chance of getting pregnant."

"Uh-huh, you gotta slow it down with the Buzzfeed, honey..."

Finally, Johnny lets go of your legs, moving up to line his face with yours, propping himself onto his elbow. "How about I take care of Daeun today? You just stay here at home, relax, watch a couple of movies..."

"Is this another thing you read on the internet? Relax more to increase chances of pregnancy?"

Johnny furrows his eyebrows defensively, but you can tell he's fighting back a smile. "Hey, I'm just being a good husband here, okay? If you don't want wanna spend the day relaxing, then that's totally fine with me-"

Johnny makes a move to stand up from the bed, but you don't let him get far, grabbing his arm and sending him crashing back down into you with a laugh. "You're not getting out of this one, Johnny."

"Alright, alright, let me get up then. You gotta clean yourself, and I gotta wake Daeun up."

Johnny disappears into the bathroom, emerging a while later with a clean towel around his waist. He heads straight toward the closet, putting on casual clothes suitable for a day outdoors.

He has one hand on the door handle when you call his name, stopping him in his tracks. "Do me a favour?"

"Anything," he replies.

Reaching over to the side, you open the bedside table drawer, feeling around for the plastic packaging. Johnny steps closer, looking down at the object in your hand.

"Throw these away for me, please?"

He grabs the birth control pills from between your fingers, looking down at it with a grin. "You're not gonna be needing these for another year at least."

"No, I won't, but I will be needing your help getting around once my feet are swollen, like last time."

He leans over, kneeling on the bed, and the cologne he had spritzed on his skin leaves you wishing the both of you could stay in bed the whole day. He kisses your temple once and then draws back. "Anything you want, I'll do it. Until the end of my time."

"You're sappy."

"Have fun having the house to yourself. Don't invite a man over if his dick isn't bigger than mine."

"No one's dick is bigger than yours."

"Exactly!"

𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬

pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader

genre: idol au (reader is a producer for sm ent.), mutual pining, fluff, smut (minors dni)

warnings: alcohol consumption, language, sexual content (handjob, protected sex, oral, light overstim, soft dom yuta)

wc: 7.4k

synopsis: while you have always tried to ignore your feelings for your charming idol coworker yuta, he’s been holding himself back, waiting for the right time to tell you how he feels. but how much longer can he stand to be in the friend zone while enduring his friends’ constant teasing? 

a/n: YUTAWAP ALERT! it’s finally here. huge shoutout to @jungwooforever for helping me finish this fic 🙏 i hope you all enjoy! 

taglist: @jaeyutabae @readers-posts @aquamxrina @gfksz @procaatination

~ʚїɞ~

“Y/N, hey, wake up.”

You woke up with a slight jolt from the soft voice and gentle nudge to your shoulder. Rubbing your eyes, you slowly opened them to see a cozy looking Yuta standing over you, dressed in a white t-shirt and black beanie. His long black hair fell in front of his eyes, but you could still see the amused expression on his face. With your vision still blurry, the handsome idol seemed straight out of a dream. You blinked up at him a few times just to make sure you weren’t still dreaming. He smiled at your disheveled state, gesturing for you to wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth. Okay, I’m definitely not dreaming, you thought, wiping your hand on your jeans. You were currently sitting in one of the open workspaces on the recording floor of SM’s new building, the huge window in front of you revealing the bright lights that illuminate the night life of the city below. 

“What are you still doing here?” Yuta asked, grinning at how cute you looked with your messy hair and sleepy, half-open eyes.  “It’s 2 am.”

“Just working on a couple songs. Holy shit, I didn’t realize what time it was,” you said, yawning. “Did you just finish recording?”

“Yeah, Johnny’s in the booth right now. We have to be back at 9 tomorrow morning for a schedule, so we’re gonna leave as soon as he’s done.”

“I have a meeting tomorrow at 8:45 with some of the other producers,” you groaned, running your fingers through your hair. “I should probably head out.”

“Want me to walk you out?” he offered, helping you put on your sweater when you were struggling getting your arm through one of the sleeves.

“Sure,” you said, packing up your laptop and other belongings. You knew you didn’t have a choice. Yuta, in his usual gentlemanly fashion, always insists that he walk you out when he finds you alone, especially when it’s late like this. Of course you never leave your apartment without pepper spray and two years’ worth of self defense class knowledge ready to whip out if necessary, but you never protest because how could you possibly say no to someone who just wants to make sure you get to your car safely? More so, how could you say no to Yuta?

As you walked together to your car, the chilly night air drew you closer to the tall man beside you, so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. You couldn't tell if your goosebumps were from the cold or your proximity to the man you’ve been hopelessly attracted to for what seems like forever. Yes, of course you have a crush on your friend and coworker, Nakamoto Yuta, but in your defense, who in the world wouldn’t? Still, you mentally kicked yourself for your body’s reaction. Despite the many years you’ve been friends with Yuta, he’s never failed to make your heart skip a beat from doing the most random, bare minimum things (in this case, literally just being next to you). He’s seen you laugh, cry, trip, and drool all over yourself, all of which you’ve always just laughed off, but of course you only ever get flustered around him when it’s completely unnecessary. 

Even though you’re embarrassingly attracted to the charming idol, your relationship with Yuta is very precious to you. You met while working on 127’s second mini album, which was one of your first big projects at the company. You fondly remember when you first talked to him, he was drawn to your stories about your time spent in his hometown, Osaka, excitedly asking about your favorite places and restaurants. You lived in Kadoma with one of your friends for a short time after college because she was from there and you desperately wanted to get out of your hometown. You and Yuta quickly bonded over your similar experiences and memories of the city, and he didn’t seem to want to leave you alone after that, always inviting you to get coffee or food. 

Since then, you’ve bonded over other things- movies, fashion, Japanese rock music, world views, et cetera. Yuta has called you one of his closest friends on many occasions, which is one of the biggest reasons you’ve decided to keep your feelings to yourself. If he sees you as nothing more than a friend, you’ll gladly stay in the friend zone as long as it means you get to be around him.

“You said your last meeting would be over by noon, right?” he asked when you finally arrived at your car, leaning against the door after you loaded up the passenger seat with your things. 

You nodded, “Mhm. 12:30.”

“Do you want to meet for lunch then? I’ve been wanting to get tteokbokki, and I don’t want to go with Jungwoo because he always makes me pay.”

“Sure, I’ll text you when I’m done so we can meet by the cafe.”

“Alright, it’s a date then,” he said, winking and opening the car door for you. “See you tomorrow.” 

There it is. See, the thing about Yuta is that he knows the effect he has on you. Seeing your eyes widen, he grinned, closing the door and waving goodbye to you.

You waved back, hoping your tinted windows hid how your cheeks went from pink to beet red. I need to go home and put my ass to bed before I lose my mind, you thought, trying to shake away all thoughts of your dreamy idol coworker (that never really left your mind, even as you fell asleep that night). 

~ 

Despite setting five alarms in an attempt to get yourself out of bed the next morning, you still rushed out the door twenty minutes later than you wanted to. This means that you would have to wait until after your 8:45 meeting to get the coffee you so desperately needed. Great. 

When you finally arrived at work, you frowned at your reflection in your car’s sun visor mirror. No amount of concealer could hide the dark circles under your eyes that proved just how tired you were. Taking a sip of the lukewarm water that had been left in your cup holder for god knows how long, you slung your bag over your shoulder, locked the car, and prayed that you would stay awake for the meetings.

As you walked into the building, you heard a familiar voice call your name by the elevators.

“Yuta!” you said, the smile on his face making you feel a bit more energized. “Please don’t look at my dark circles, I know I look like a zombie.”

“Ah, you’re a cute zombie, though,” he said, grabbing your wrists gently and pulling your hands away from your face so you couldn’t hide your eyes from him. If your heart rate wasn’t already a thousand beats per second when you first heard him call to you, it sure was now. He noticed your slight blush and smiled even more. “I had a feeling you could use a pick me up before your meeting, so I brought you a coffee.”

You could’ve dropped to one knee and asked him to marry you right then and there (or both knees and done something else to show your gratitude).

“You are an angel. You have no idea how much I needed this,” you took a sip of the coffee and smiled up at him even more when you noticed that it was a vanilla latte- your favorite. This man is going to be the death of me, you thought. “Thank you.”

Meanwhile, Yuta felt so proud of himself for remembering your favorite coffee as you looked up at him like he was a superhero that just saved your life. Looking at his watch, he noticed that it was already almost 8:40.

“Go to your meeting! I’ll see you later.”

He pushed the up button on the elevator and ushered you inside, chuckling to himself when you took another sip of your coffee and pretended to shoot an arrow at him, the “arrow” being a finger heart. You were so happy you didn’t even think to cringe at what you just did. As the doors closed, you giggled when he clutched his chest pretending to be shot. 

Yuta tensed up when he felt a presence behind him, tearing him away from his cute little moment with you.

“Workplace romance?” Doyoung teased, nudging Yuta’s arm. Of course his nosy ass was watching the whole thing from an inconspicuous distance. “What is this, a drama?”

“Yes, Mr. Sukka Sukka. And I’m the male lead this time.”

Doyoung flashed Yuta his I thought we were over this look, shaking his head. “You know, I brought her coffee last week. Does that make us rivals?”

“No. You brought her an iced americano when you got Starbucks for all the staff. Her favorite is vanilla lattes.” 

“I guess I’m no match for you, loverboy.”

Yuta was a bit surprised that his friend was in such a teasing mood today after they had spent all night in the recording studio (Doyoung never has this much energy in the mornings), but he did suppose getting to work half an hour early to buy you a coffee proves that he’s been a little extra attentive to you these days. In Doyoung’s eyes, this made Yuta the perfect target. Yuta knows this, of course, but honestly, he doesn’t care. You’ve been working extra hard, producing songs for the company as well as artists outside of SM, but you always greet him with a smile no matter how tired you are. You have the prettiest smile he’s ever seen and in his mind, it’s even prettier when he’s the one that caused it.

He’s one hundred percent sure he’d do anything to make you happy, even if it means Doyoung is going to make a smartass comment about it. 

~

While waiting for you to get out of your meeting, Yuta couldn’t stop thinking about what Doyoung said. Yuta doesn’t usually dwell on his feelings for you (he just knows he likes you, plain and simple), but the words “workplace romance” have been stuck in his head all day. Could what you two have be considered a workplace romance if he hasn’t even confessed to you yet?

Of course Yuta plans on telling you how he feels. He has always been the type to say exactly what’s on his mind, and he knows that he wants to tell you that he likes you. He just doesn’t know when he wants to have that talk with you. You’ve been so busy with work that he can’t help but think it would be a little cruel to drop the confession bomb on you when you already have a million things on your mind. Nevertheless, it’s been torture for him having to hide his true intentions.  

He so badly wants to take you on real dates and bring you gifts without having to disguise it as a friendly gesture. He wants to take pictures of you and hold your hand and tell you how pretty you are, but that would definitely be a little creepy to do right now when he’s barely more than a good friend to you. He just has to wait for the right time.

~

After hours of sitting through two back to back meetings, you walked out of the conference room at exactly 12:30, hungry as hell. You had some snacks earlier, but you were in desperate need of some real food. You texted Yuta that you were heading to the elevator and would meet up with him in a few minutes (of course, he was already waiting for you). 

In his typical, mischievous fashion, Yuta decided he was going to test the waters with you a bit today. If he was going to keep you both waiting for his confession, he could at least have a little fun. As you approached him, Yuta grinned and held out his arm to offer you a… hug?

You froze, brain short circuiting trying to figure out what to do. After a split second of panic and confusion, you decided to wrap one of your arms around his waist in a friendly side hug, deeming that most appropriate based on your height difference. You rarely hug Yuta, and it would be an understatement to say you were simply surprised that he would initiate one at your workplace of all places. But you welcomed it anyways, leaning your head against his shoulder tentatively and sighing at the intoxicating scent of his cologne. Was he wearing more than usual today? Or are you just not used to being this close to him?

Yuta smiled when you finally relaxed into the hug, enjoying how perfectly you fit pressed into his side. Just those couple of seconds made his heart swell, and he silently hoped this would open the door for more physical contact between you two. To his satisfaction, your cheeks were bright red when he pulled away, which you tried to hide by looking down to get your phone out of your bag. Yuta knew the effect he had on you, and it never failed to boost his ego just a tiny bit (and yes, he did spray some extra cologne just to see how you’d react). 

“You ready to go?” he said, nodding toward the exit.

Collecting yourself, you nodded, following him to the door. You walked a couple blocks to the restaurant and sat down at a table for two in the corner, ordering everything that sounded good. You did not mess around when it came to eating when you were hungry, and you were ravenous.

It seemed like Yuta was too, because you both stuffed your faces with tteokbokki while talking about anything and everything. While sharing a story about how Taeyong got blackout drunk the other night after a few glasses of wine, Yuta got a text from Jungwoo telling him to ask you to join them for karaoke on Friday. 

Earlier that week, Haechan insisted Yuta, Doyoung, and Jungwoo spend their Friday night out as opposed to their usual ritual of doing absolutely nothing. Yuta had suggested they just stay home and play video games, but Haechan wanted to “spice things up” as he put it, as if they don’t all sing for a living. But whatever Haechan wants, Haechan gets.

“Are you free after work this Friday?”

“Mhm,” you said with a mouthful of rice cake. “Why?”

“Some of the guys wanted to go out for drinks and karaoke if you’re interested.”

You swallowed, eyes lighting up at his invitation. “You had me at drinks. Who’s going?” 

“Doyoung, Jungwoo, Haechan, and me,” he said, taking another bite. 

“Ah, that’s gonna be so fun! I’m in!”

Yuta didn’t know why he didn’t think to invite you in the first place, but he was glad you were coming. It’s always fun hanging out with you and the guys, and the more time he gets to be around you, the better. Suddenly, he was a lot more excited for karaoke night than he was before.

~

Friday night rolled around, and you were more than ready to just relax and enjoy yourself. When your Uber dropped you off at the karaoke place, you texted the group chat that you were there, and a few seconds later spotted Jungwoo’s bright blonde hair peeking through the door of your group’s karaoke room. 

“Y/N, come on, you’ll miss the opening number,” he said, dragging you inside by your arm.

Haechan was already warming up with the “opening number”, which of course was Sofa by Crush, while Doyoung and Yuta sat on the couch in middle of the karaoke room, neon green, blue, and pink lights reflecting off the walls and the faces of you and the four men.

You joined the two who were sitting down, greeting them and pouring yourself a drink. When Haechan finished his first song, he passed Jungwoo the microphone and ran over to you, shoving Doyoung aside so he could sit next to you. 

“Whenever you’re ready, I have our song ready to go,” he said, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

You smiled, clinking your glass against his and finishing the drink in one go. “Give me a few drinks to warm up, then I’ll be ready.”

No one was surprised when Jungwoo sang boat by George, the catchy song making everyone sing along with him. While Doyoung sang idontwannabeyouanymore, you and Yuta swayed to the music and took a shot together, the liquor making you feel giggly and loose. 

“You ready?” Haechan said after Jungwoo and Yuta finished their enthusiastic cover of Twice’s Likey, holding his hand out for you to take.

“I was born for this,” you replied, twirling the microphone in your hand and standing up from the couch with Haechan’s help. 

You and your duet partner looked at each other longingly, getting into character for your signature number while standing about seven feet apart. You almost laughed when you remembered that you two had only done this song in front of Taeil, Doyoung’s confused expression making you press your lips together to keep from giggling. 

The music started and Doyoung’s eyes widened in surprise when he realized what song it was.

“Each time the wind blows, I hear your voice, so I call your name…”

Haechan swayed to the beat, closing his eyes dramatically as he sang the first verse of Michael Jackson’s I Just Can’t Stop Loving You.

As you both sang the first half of the song, you slowly stepped closer to each other until you were passionately performing face to face, Haechan reaching out to rest your chin on his finger while getting a little carried away with his lines. You were all smiles, the alcohol in your system letting you belt out the lyrics and move your hips without an ounce of embarrassment.

Doyoung and Jungwoo whistled as you and Haechan attempted to hit the high notes together while holding onto one another. Doyoung caught a glimpse of Yuta watching the pair intently with his jaw clenched. Well, this is interesting, Doyoung thought, smirking. He nudged Jungwoo’s arm, pointing to Yuta with his chin so Jungwoo would see how Yuta was trying his very best to not look like he wanted to strangle Haechan (and failing miserably). Jungwoo smirked and gave Doyoung a knowing look.

By the time you and Haechan finished the song, chests rising and falling as you both tried to recover from your passionate Michael Jackson tribute performance, Doyoung was already out of his seat, shoving Haechan away from you and taking his microphone.

“Y/N, this one’s for you,” he said, looking through the song catalog. “Jungwoo, put on Stay With Me by Chanyeol.” 

At those words, Yuta stood up and walked out of the room after announcing that he needed to use the restroom. That was a lie, of course. He just didn’t want to watch Doyoung serenade you with a love song. Yuta seriously didn’t think a silly little duet would be able to work him up so much, but he couldn’t stand to watch Haechan hold onto your hips the way he did while you practically moaned the lyrics to him. He knew you were just having fun with the song, but part of him wondered just how much of that was an act.

He shook his head, no, no, no. He’s just being… jealous. Jealous? Why is he jealous when he hasn’t even told you how he feels? He has no reason to be upset at you for singing love songs with his friends. He took a deep breath. You’re just having fun, he thought to himself, turning around to walk back into the room.

When he saw Doyoung’s arms wrapped around your shoulder while you looked up at him with stars in your eyes, Yuta decided that this wasn’t fun anymore. He honestly felt betrayed even though he knew Doyoung was only doing this to get a reaction from him. Well, it was working. Doyoung cupped your cheek in his hand as he sang to you while Jungwoo and Haechan swayed along with their phone flashlights up. Yuta joined them on the couch, deciding to just suck it up for another few songs.

After Doyoung’s serenade, Haechan suggested everyone go back to the dorm to hang out, which he called “the after party.” You thought that was a lovely idea, especially after Haechan mentioned that Mark ordered pizza for everyone. If there was going to be food or drinks, you were going, simple as that. 

Everyone gathered their things and headed out, Yuta helping you walk to the car since you were a little tipsy. Yuta forgot how touchy you are when you drink since usually you bring a female friend to cling to when everyone goes out together. However, tonight it was just you and thankfully, you chose Yuta as your designated teddy bear, leaning against him and resting your head on his shoulder the whole drive back. 

When you all got to Mark’s dorm, Johnny and Jaehyun came upstairs from theirs to join you guys in the living room. Taeil and Taeyong were getting dinner with the managers, so just the eight of you shared the four pizzas Mark had ordered since he forgot about his two other members’ plans. That didn’t seem to be a problem since Jungwoo could easily finish an entire pizza by himself. And he almost did.

By the time everyone had their fill and were ready to make their way back to their rooms to either play video games until 4am (like Haechan, who had already abandoned the group to play Pubg with the dreamies) or actually sleep, it was already pretty late. Jungwoo told you to just stay the night since you didn’t have work tomorrow and you figured that was a pretty good idea since you didn’t want to ask anyone to drive you home at 1am. 

“Oh, could I borrow some clothes? And a blanket, please,” you asked, removing your makeup with the wipes you always keep in your bag. 

Jungwoo, knowing it would push Yuta’s buttons to offer you one of his hoodies, immediately spoke up.

“I’ll go get you-“

“Yeah, you grab a blanket and I’ll get her some clothes,” Yuta said, stopping Jungwoo right in his tracks.

He had to put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. Jealous Yuta was way too entertaining.

When you were all settled in, wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that almost went down to your knees, Yuta joined you on the couch.

“Thanks for inviting me… and letting me stay here,” you said, adjusting the pile of pillows and blankets the boys had all brought you.

“Did you have fun?”

“Mhm. Did you?”

Yuta grinned, reaching for your hand that was in your lap. “I did. I’m just a little sad that I didn’t get to sing a duet with you like Haechannie.”

You laughed when he pretended to pout, threading your fingers through his. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll sing with you next time.”

“How do you think you can make it up to me right now?” 

As soon as he said that, he moved closer to you, tilting his head towards yours so you had no choice but to look at him. “Hm?”, he pressed when you just stared at him with wide eyes.  

“I- I don’t know…” you mumbled, hyperfocused on the way he traced small circles into your skin with his thumb. If that was an attempt to calm you down, it had the complete opposite effect. You were pretty sure he could hear your heartbeat with how close he was to you, and if he didn’t do something in the next few seconds you felt like you would explode

As if he could hear your thoughts, Yuta smiled at you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face like in those cheesy romance dramas. He wishes he had a more profound reason for choosing this very moment to confess to you, but deep down he knows it’s simply because he wanted to kiss you the moment he laid eyes on you walking around in his clothes. 

“I like you, Y/N,” he said, “And yes, I’m fully aware of the implications of that.”

Those implications being the potential impact pursuing a relationship with you could have on his job. You both knew the company didn’t really mind what goes on in the idols’ private lives as long as they kept them private, but that didn’t make dating any less of a hazard. That is, if Yuta even wants to date me, you thought.

A confession could mean a million things, so you forced yourself to find your voice amidst your surprise. “Are you just saying this to get it off your chest or…”

Yuta simply smiled at you, looking down at where both of your hands were connected in your lap and bringing them up to his lips to place a soft kiss to the back of yours. 

“Do you like me too?” he asked.

You nodded, which didn’t seem to be a good enough answer for him. 

“I want to hear you say it.”

The tone in his voice sent goosebumps down your spine and you unconsciously shifted in your seat. Suddenly, the tension in the room was so thick you could hardly breathe. 

“I like you, Yuta,” you said softly, knowing that if you spoke any louder your voice would tremble.

When your gaze shifted down to his lips, he grinned, leaning forward to finally close the gap between you two. He kissed you tentatively at first, sensing how nervous you were, and when you finally relaxed into his touch, he went all in. 

Fuck it, you thought, letting Yuta pull you closer to him when his hands found their way to your hips. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and moved onto his lap to straddle him, which made Yuta grin into the kiss. As you pushed him further into the couch, he ran his hands up and down your back underneath your shirt. The atmosphere was noticeably different as you both pulled away for air, and he moved his focus to your neck as you tried to catch your breath. 

“Yuta,” you breathed out, running your fingers through his hair and tugging slightly to pull his face back to yours. “What if they hear us?” 

He looked so pretty under you, hair messy from your hands running through it, lips swollen and parted as he tried to steady his breathing. You almost forgot about the others in the rooms right next to you. 

“Do you think you can stay quiet for me, pretty girl?” he whispered, pulling your lips back to his.

All you could do was hum into his mouth as your tongues danced back and forth. His hands fell to your waist, holding you down on him, making you squirm and grind onto him without even thinking. The friction between your bodies caused Yuta to slightly bite down on your lower lip and moan into your mouth. Please don’t stop, he thought, drunk on the feeling of you on top of him.

“Hey Yuta, are you out here,” Jungwoo called from down the dark hallway, causing you both to jump, and you moved off his lap onto the couch. 

“Yes, what do you need,” Yuta whispered-shouted, his tone bitchier than he intended, making you laugh. 

“Jaehyun broke our speaker again, can you come fix it,” he asked.

“What the hell do you two need music right now for?” 

He stood up, discreetly adjusting his sweatpants before walking over to Jungwoo. “I'll be back in a second Y/N”.

“Okay, I’m gonna run down to Haechan’s room really quick, he accidentally took my charger earlier.”

Yuta nodded, following Jungwoo to his room. You couldn't quite see, but you heard a grunt in the hallway that made you ninety nine point nine percent sure Yuta punched Jungwoo’s arm.

Once Yuta had disappeared into the bedroom, you took the elevator to the fifth floor, where Doyoung let you inside. When you peeked into Haechan and Johnny's room, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw Johnny wasn't there. Haechan was passed out at his desk, headphones still on and his computer running. You reached out to grab onto his shoulder, whispering his name and shaking him awake. 

“Oh, hey Y/N, what's wrong?” He groggily took off his headphones, setting them on his desk. 

“It worked,” you whispered trying to hold back the smile that tugged on your lips. 

“You're kidding,” he said, looking up at you with wide eyes as you high fived him. 

~

“Jungwoo, where's the speaker,” Yuta asked when he entered the room, seeing Jaehyun standing with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. That’s when Yuta realized that there was, in fact, nothing wrong with the speaker. 

“I hate you guys,” he shoved Jungwoo out of the way of the door. 

“I don't even get a thank you,” Jungwoo asked, making Yuta turn around. 

“For what, cock blocking me?” 

“Um, maybe for putting you in the position to get your cock blocked in the first place.” 

“You guys are idiots.” 

Yuta knew it was true, that they were messing with him all night. In a way he was thankful for all that taunting for giving him the surge of confidence to finally confess. However, he would rather drop dead than thank the man that pulled him away from his alone time with you. 

“Before you go back out there to do god knows what, we do actually need help fixing the speaker,” Jaehyun said.

When Yuta walked into the living room a few minutes later after moving the shelf the speaker was on and literally just plugging it back in, he saw you on the couch already asleep. He tried his best to lay next to you without waking you, pulling the blankets over you both. You stirred a bit to wrap your arm around Yuta’s waist and press your cheek against his chest, surrounded by the scent of his body wash and cologne. Even with the small, inconvenient couch you both managed to share, Yuta’s warmth and the sound of his heart beat played a comforting melody to help lull you to sleep.  

~

Now that Yuta finally had his long awaited “office romance”, he was over the moon to say the least. And so were you. The butterflies that would erupt in your stomach at any little thing Yuta did were still there, but now you didn’t have to push away your feelings for him. In fact, you began to enjoy teasing him as much as he enjoys teasing you, tapping his ass when he would walk past you in the hallway or kissing his cheek when you were alone in the elevator (which of course, he would return with a kiss on the lips).

You two made time for one another any chance you could, and with Yuta’s schedule so tight with NCT’s comeback and your new projects adding up every day, you both took advantage of every hour or even minute you had with each other. Even if it was just him dropping coffee or flowers off to you in the mornings before his schedules, you savored every crumb of time with him you could get. He never failed to send you good morning and good night texts, and even if he had a busy day, he would talk to you on the phone on your way home from work. 

That was the case tonight, when he called you as soon as he finished his schedule while you were driving home. 

“I miss seeing you. You could always replace Jungwoo, you know. I don't think anybody would notice then I'll be able to see you more.”

“Oh really? Did my vocals impress you that much,” you laughed, turning off your car when you arrived at your apartment.

“You have the voice of an angel.”

“Okay, now I know you're just trying to get into my pants.”

“What's so wrong with that,” Yuta said, the mischievous tone in his voice loud and clear through the phone.

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.”

“I really miss you. Even if you say embarrassing shit like that.”

“I miss you too Y/N… can I come over tonight?” 

Your heart beat pounded with excitement at the prospect of Yuta spending the night with you. Finally, some real alone time, you thought.

“Yes, of course! Are you sure you’re not too tired?”

“Not at all. I just want to see you. Are you home yet?”

“Mhm, just got home.”

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

~

Twenty minutes later, Yuta was at your door, freshly showered and dressed in gray sweatpants and a black tank top. You welcomed him in and offered him a drink, but he just shook his head, pulling you towards him by your wrists.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything? Water? I can make us cocktails,” you offered, chuckling when he planted a kiss on your neck.

He just hummed, rubbing his nose along your jaw. “I just want you right now.”

You got on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders to peck him on the lips. He pouted when you pulled away too soon for his liking, trapping you in his embrace to kiss you again, this time harder and with purpose. His lips moved against yours sensually, and didn’t take you long to figure out that Yuta meant it when he said he needed you right now. 

Before you knew it, you were dragging Yuta down the hallway to your bedroom, his hands never leaving your body even for a second. As soon as you shut the door, Yuta was already sitting on your bed, reaching out to pull you towards him and into his lap. 

“You know what I realized,” Yuta asked as he laid back against your pillows, sighing at the feeling of your lips on his skin while you peppered kisses from his jaw to his collarbones.

“Hm?” you hummed, admiring the smooth skin of his neck that you so badly wanted to cover in love bites, but knew you couldn’t.

“Now that I’ve confessed, I can finally tell you all the things I’ve wanted to tell you.”

“Like what?”

“Like how pretty you are. And how crazy you make me feel,” he said, pushing your shirt up slightly to feel the warm skin of your hips. 

“What else?”

“What if I just show you the rest?” he said, sitting up and flipping you over so he could lay next to you.

Yuta kissed you again, hard and desperate like all of his kisses have been tonight. You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer to you while he continued to kiss you like his life depended on it. He pulled away to quickly discard his shirt, smirking when your eyes traveled down his bare torso to admire the ridges of his abs and the details of the tattoos that decorated the skin of his hips where his sweats hung low. 

“Come here, pretty girl,” he said, helping you sit up so he could gently push your cardigan off your shoulders and leave kisses on the newly exposed skin.

As Yuta trailed his hands down your bare arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind, you played with the waistband of his sweats.

Yuta chuckled at your timidness. “Want these off?”

“Want to feel you,” you mumbled, tracing the outline of his butterfly tattoo with your finger.

You think you felt him shudder under your touch before he quickly stripped down to his underwear and kneeled between your legs while you laid back against your pillows.

You reached your hand out to palm him through his underwear, gasping at how warm and heavy he felt in your hand.

“Can I touch you, Yuta?” you asked, your chest rising and falling with how badly you wanted to watch him come undone in your hands.

“Of course, baby,” he said, finally pulling off his underwear and freeing his semi-hard erection. 

You wasted no time in wrapping your hands around his shaft and slowly moving up and down, watching how his jaw dropped in pleasure. When you leaned forward to spit on the tip to help you stroke him easier, he groaned and had to fight back the urge to thrust into your hand. 

You swore that the pretty sounds that slipped from his mouth were the hottest things you’ve ever heard, and you found yourself reaching between your legs to pull your underwear to the side and rub yourself for some relief from how aroused you were. 

When he saw what you were doing, Yuta pulled your hand away from his now fully hard erection and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your visibly damp panties, pulling them down your legs.

“Such a needy girl. Are you gonna let me make you feel good?” he said, reaching into the pocket of his discarded sweats and pulling out a condom.

“Please,” you moaned, squeezing your thighs together.

Yuta quickly rolled the condom onto his length, pumping himself a few times before rubbing the tip against your folds to collect your arousal. 

“Tell me if you want to stop, okay?” he said, waiting for your answer.

You nodded, rolling your hips up to get him to finally push into you.

He tsked, shaking his head. “Need to hear you say it, pretty girl.”

“Yes, Yuta, now please, need you feel you inside,” you whined, wiggling your hips.

He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before slowly entering you, holding your legs open with a possessive grip on your thighs. After a few minutes of slow, shallow movements, Yuta picked up the pace, losing himself in the feeling of your warm, wet walls squeezing him perfectly.

You were absolutely mesmerized by the view above you, Yuta’s fluid, rhythmic thrusts making you roll your eyes back in ecstasy. You whimpered his name when he started going faster, worried that his hips would leave bruises on the back of your thighs from just how hard he was pounding into you. 

“That’s it baby,” Yuta moaned, pulling you by your hips to meet each of his thrusts.

The filthy sounds he let freely spill from his lips made you clench around him like a vice. You writhed around beneath him, trying to get him to slow down so you wouldn’t cum so soon. His fast, hard thrusts were getting you there a lot faster than you expected, and everything felt so damn good that you wanted it to last as long as possible. Every nerve in your body was on fire and you swear you’ve never been this turned on in your whole life. You tried to distract yourself by letting your hands roam his torso, once again tracing the outline of the intricate butterfly tattoo on his hip and running your thumb over his navel piercing. God, he’s a work of art, you thought, watching the way his abdominal muscles contracted with each thrust. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, when he dragged two fingers into his mouth and brought them down to your clit to rub quick, hard circles. The new stimulation almost sent you over the edge, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut in a weak attempt to hold yourself together.

The man above you felt like he was losing himself too, every single one of his senses completely overwhelmed by you. The visual of you laid out in front of him was one he wanted burned into his memory for the rest of his life. You looked absolutely perfect with your fucked-out expression and desperate hands roaming every inch of his bare skin they could reach. Yuta’s hand that wasn’t rubbing your clit was occupied with holding your leg to your chest so he could hit as deep inside you as he could. You felt like absolute heaven. Your whimpers and the wet sounds coming from between you two sent a wave of arousal throughout his whole body that he had to force down so he wouldn’t finish right then and there.  

“Need to feel you cum around me, baby,” he groaned, knowing the way you were squeezing him meant you were close. 

“I’m almost there…,” you moaned, grabbing his wrists and trying to pull him down to you. “Please kiss me, Yuta.”

Of course Yuta couldn’t deny you anything, so he leaned over you, holding himself up by his forearms and pressing his lips to yours so hard it made you dizzy. He wrapped a hand around your jaw and kissed your mouth with such fervor it felt like he was trying to make sure you would never forget the taste of him. Meanwhile, his hips pistoned into yours relentlessly, leaving you with no choice but to cum, and you came hard.

“Look at me, baby,” Yuta breathed against your cheek, watching your body convulse and your eyes flutter closed at the intense feeling of your orgasm. 

The way your walls squeezed around him triggered his own release, and he quickly pulled out of you, peeling off the condom and jerking himself all over your stomach. He would’ve felt bad about making such a mess if you didn’t look so fucking hot pianted with his cum. 

When you finally came down from your high, Yuta looked like he wanted to swallow you whole, dark eyes fixed on the wetness between your legs. He left wet kisses down your jaw and neck, crawling down your body until his head was nestled between your thighs.

“I don’t think I can-”

“Just one more, for me. Please,” he said, looking up at you. “Don’t make me beg.”

The idea of Yuta begging to eat you out was enough to make you cave, letting him throw your legs over his shoulders so he could hold you against his face securely. He felt your hands grab his hair, tugging on the dark strands with just enough force to make him groan in pleasure. He wasted no time diving in, making out with your pussy until his lips were coated in your arousal.

At the sound of your whimpers, Yuta began to fuck you with his tongue, his nose rubbing against your clit making you pull on his hair to get him to slow down. 

“Yuta, I’m so sensitive, please-”

“I’m sorry baby, just relax for me, okay?” he said, slowly running his tongue back and forth over your clit.

At the change of pace, your orgasm gradually creeped up on you until it washed over you in waves of pleasure that seemed to last forever as Yuta’s mouth worked you through your climax.

You had to pull him away from you, chest heaving and a thin layer of sweat on your forehead. As soon as he sat up, Yuta’s mouth was on yours and he kissed you with so much desire it made your head spin. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue while Yuta dragged you into his lap, holding you as close as he possibly could.

When you both pulled away for air, you collapsed against his chest, your body exhausted from everything Yuta put it through. 

“Tired?” he asked, stroking your hair.

“Mhm,” you mumbled against his shoulder, feeling your eyes grow heavy.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back,” he said, laying you down so he could grab a wet washcloth and some clothes for you.

When you were all clean and dressed in one of your big t-shirts, Yuta laid down next to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be with someone as much as I want to be with you, Y/N,” he admitted, tightening his hold on you.

That snapped your brain out of its sleepy haze and you smiled, nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Then I’m yours, Yuta,” you said, noticing the way your words made his heart beat a little faster. 

“Really? You promise?” he teased, kissing the top of your head.

“I promise.”

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a/n: even though it took me FOREVER to finish, i loved writing this fic sm ^-^ tysm for reading and please feel free to leave feedback in my asks! <3

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The Virgin Series – Lee Jeno

Part of ‘The Virgin Diaries’ Series

Virgin!Au, University!Au, Friends-With-Benefits!Au

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Minor Angst

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Rough Sex, Loss of Virginity.

Word Count: 11.5k

Summary: Jeno often found that he had a lot of free time on his hands. Between going to his classes, studying, and going to the gym, he didn’t do much else apart from lounge around the apartment eating snacks. Not needing a part time job like his roommates because of his well-off parents, Jeno knew he had it easy, but it never got to his head, and he was always seen as the sweet, kind person he was. But this pact really threw his head into a spin. As he sat in class thinking about it, a lightbulb went off in his head as he saw you struggling with the work in the front of the class. You suddenly found yourself in a deal that threw your life into a spin. If you took Jeno’s virginity, he would give you tutoring for the rest of the semester. It was the deal of a lifetime to you, a handsome boy offering you sex and tutoring. But when you don’t end up sticking to the one-time sex thing, can you keep things strictly studying and sex with no feelings?

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➵ park sunghoon x f!reader

➵ summary: coming back to your home country for seoul uni and being partnered up with your ex on an assignment wouldn’t be so bad—if it weren’t for his 3 year old child who he has no idea about.

➵ genre: exes to lovers

➵ featuring: ryujin, chaeryeong, wonyoung, karina, heejin, jungkook, hoseok

➵ warnings: none. just some angst but mostly fluff and crack

➵ taglist: open! send an ask to be added

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baby squad assemble | ghost daddy & bros

1. rue when was this

2. welcome back party

3. neon red flag

4. i want ghost daddy back

…to be written

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