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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.

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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!"

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Daddy’s Struggles

Parenthood is a dream of many and generally, everyone has an idealized image about having a child, but no one talks about the difficulties that sometimes come with it.

A 95 line series

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍: send an ask or a dm if you want to be added!

—𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: johnny x reader

—𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 10K

—𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: fluff, angst, parenthood!au

—𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: mentions of pregnancy, divorce, cheating, child rejection (?), money theft, allergies, hospitalization.

—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: Everything is going wrong for Johnny, going through a divorce is not easy and in the process it gets worse, he loses his job and has to take care of his only son with few resources. He wanted to get ahead on his own but he ends up getting help from the person he least expected.

—𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾

—𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: boss!yuta x secretary!reader

—𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 10k

—𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: angst, fluff

—𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: language, mentions of sex, child abandonment

—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: Yuta is a true businessman who has no plans to marry or start a family, however all this changes when someone leaves him a curious gift in his office and turns his whole life around.

—𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾

—𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: taeyong x reader

—𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: -

—𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: romance

—𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: -

—𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: Being a young, single father isn’t easy for Taeyong. After almost two years of mourning the death of his wife, he decides it’s time to look for a new partner, although everyone rejects him for having a daughter. Will the day be very far from finding someone who will accept both of them?

—𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾

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기분 좋은

✖︎Idol: Johnny Suh

✖︎Request: Yesss Hi! I am Johnny anon. I meant the same concept with dad!johnny. Thank you so much!!

✖︎Genre: 18+ , Angst - Fluff - Slight suggestive (literally bare minimum)

✖︎Word Count: 3.2k+

✖︎Synopsis: Finding out your pregnant should be the height of your relationship right? Not when your boyfriend is Johnny Suh and he's at the height of his career. Hiding it is the best option, but how long are you willing to hide it?

✖︎Warnings: insecurity, hidden pregnancy, Johnny actually knows everything, reader is always sick, pregnancy is spoken from personal experiences, slight suggestive at the end

✖︎A/n: The script for this was surprisingly so easy to write, so why did it take me so long to write this? Anywayyy I had a lot of fun, just visualizing this writing while I was working and I like it a lot, I just love the though of daddy suh sue me. if you liked this please reblog, like, or donate to my Ko-Fi in my bio. request are open for NCT, SVT, and Treasure. (the title means Grateful in Korean, and if it doesn't? blame google translate)

“Jisu I can’t do this.” Your hand shook as you looked at the box in the hand, reading the instructions for the umpteenth time since you’ve gotten home 10 minutes away. Too scared to open it, knowing the finality of the situation will really start settling in.

“You can do this, and you will. Are you sure you don’t want me to come over? I can always get my manager to bring me?”

“No, no I’m good. I need to be a good girl and do this.” Taking a deep breath you finally opened the box, shaking out the pregnancy test. Another deep breath and you ripped open the packaging. With the actual test staring directly at you the fear settled back in.

“I can’t do this.” You groaned, placing the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter, placing your head in your hands. “What if he gets upset and leaves me? What if he thinks I’m trying to trap him?”

“You know Johnny better than I do and you know he’d never think that. It takes two to make a baby. He wouldn’t leave you just because of a baby.” Jisu was right. Johnny was never that type of person.

“But what if his company makes him leave me? What if he gets kicked out of the group?”

“Breathe. Just breathe babe. Stop thinking of all the negatives and take the test first okay? It could still be negative.” Sniffling you wiped the stray tears away, nodding your head despite Jisu not being able to see you.

“You’re right. I’m taking it.”

“Good girl. I’ll be right here the whole time.” After a couple more deep breaths you pulled down your pants and picked up the small plastic stick. To think that something so light was going to change your whole life. Taking off the cap you quickly peed on it, washing your hands and unmuting Lia.

“I did it.” You sat in silence waiting for the timer to be up.

“What will you do if it’s positive? You know Johnny would never hate you because of this.”

“I don’t know. I know I’ll have to tell him.” The timer went off, signaling that the results were up. As you picked up the test you felt as if ice cold water had been dumped on you, running through your veins and forcing your stomach to turn. Dropping in front of the toilet you gagged, vomiting up your lunch unable to answer Jisu who kept calling your name. After your stomach finally emptied you sat with your back against the wall, clutching your phone in your hand.

“Babe I’ll be okay. It’s not the end of the world, and you’ll always have me and the rest of the girls. Yeji and Ryujin have been asking about you, they care for you too.” You were about to respond when your phone rang, a ringtone that Johnny had spent shortly after your 3rd date.

“Johnny just texted me. What should I do?”

“Are you going to tell him now?”

“I can’t do it over the phone. What if he just decides to not come home after I tell him?”

“Babe, Johnny would never do that to you, and you know that. I gotta go, my manager just arrived and Yeji’s yelling at Yuna.” Sighing, you quickly said your goodbyes to Jisu, hanging up the phone and feeling your nerves creep in again as silence fell over the bathroom. A quick glance at your phone caused you to smile.

We are still on for date night tonight? I know work has been stressing you out and we should really get out, you know to help relieve your stress ;)

Such a sweet text from Johnny makes your heart flutter out of control. Tonight, it just makes you feel worse. Logically you know that Johnny would never hate you over this, it takes two people to make a baby, and Johnny with his breeding kink would probably be ecstatic over it. But neither of you have actually talked about starting a family. It’s been mentioned in passing during your first couple of months of dating, a fleeting thought about your future, but this is different. The both of you were well off, able to afford a comfortable sized one bedroom apartment with a nice sized kitchen and living room. But could you emotionally afford a child?

More often than not Johnny’s side of the bed is cold, dust collecting on his side of the room due to his career. If it wasn’t due to him being forced to stay in the dorms because of a comeback, it was back to back shows that were keeping him away, or the tours that kept him away from home for months. What will happen with his career? Johnny is too profitable for the company to just kick him out, but wouldn’t he get in trouble for this? It took him two years to even be allowed to publicly date you, and it’s only been a couple months since they’ve allowed you to come to one of his shows as his official girlfriend. What would happen after the baby comes?

Taking a deep breath you tried to calm your racing thoughts and just text Johnny back.

I’m feeling sick. I’m sorry baby, don’t think I can do date night tonight.

Our next show is in a couple days so they won’t mind if I sneak off back home. I’ll bring you some soup and medicine love. Be there in 30 minutes

Rolling your eyes you shot him a quick ‘I love you’ before standing up off the floor. Looking in the mirror you quickly turned on the cold water, splashing it over your face in hopes that it would help. Johnny would take one look at you and instantly know that something was wrong, he might know that anyone just because he’s Johnny and seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to you. Another look in the mirror and you decided you looked good enough. Grabbing the pregnancy test you walked back into your shared bedroom, looking around for the best hiding spot for the test.

Where would Johnny not look?

You could hide it under the pillow, but that's disgusting, it's a stick you peed on. Maybe in one of your hoodies? That wouldn’t work either, most of your hoodies are actually stolen from Johnny. What if it was the day that Johnny wanted that specific one back? Walking over to your night stand, you quickly put it underneath one of the stray books that had started to reside there. Your stomach turned again as you hid the test, but you swallowed the urge to gag. Grabbing some spare clothes, and heading back into the bathroom for a quick shower.

Steam filled the bathroom as the hot water hit your skin, bringing you a little sense of relief. While scrubbing your arms your thoughts went back to Johnny. The biggest negative in your mind is Johnny’s career. Thinking back to when his fans sent multiple hate messages to both Johnny and you when they found out about your relationship. A majority of them were supportive of your relationship, grateful that Johnny had found someone to care for him and that loved him even more than they did. But there were some of them that slipped past the lines of supportive fans, sending hate messages about how you weren’t good enough for Johnny, and how his career would go down the drain now that his fans knew that he was no longer available.

What if there weren’t any supporters for your pregnancy? Of course your friends in Itzy would support you, Jisu standing by your side even while you took the test, but what if the Neos didn’t support you? A baby would change the group dynamic a lot, especially with Johnny being one of the oldest members. The younger members looked up and depended on him, what if they got upset due to him being unreliable because of the baby?

“Baby?” Three trill knocks on the bathroom door caused you to shriek, before the door opened only showing Johnny. “You’ve been in here for a while. Are you okay?” You quickly nodded your head before telling Johnny to leave the bathroom, Johnny only laughed at you, before closing the door quietly behind him. Sighing you quickly washed the soap from your body, followed by your scrambling to dry yourself and put on some clothes. You didn’t know just how long Johnny was waiting while you took a shower, and you felt bad for causing him to wait, knowing that he came all this way to make sure you felt better.

“Have you taken any medicine?” Johnny didn’t give you the opportunity to answer, knowing you better than that. He handed you a small shot glass filled with bright pink liquid. “I know you didn’t. Take it then try and eat something, you’ll feel better.” A whine started to crawl it’s way out of your throat but the look that Johnny shot you made you sigh instead, taking the liquid back like a shot. The taste of artificial bubble gum made you gag, but thankfully it wasn’t anything serious. “Come on. I got you some kimchi jjigae, it always makes you feel better.”

What would you do without Johnny? The nerves still running through your veins slowly dimmed throughout the evening, an evening filled with Johnny caring for you - he would make such a great dad if he’s already that intune to your needs - by forcing you to drink water, pulling you into bed beside him making sure that you were comfortable before putting on your favorite movie.  By the time you fell asleep, safely and warm in Johnny’s arms, all of your nerves were gone and the thought of your pregnancy was pushed to the back of your mind.

You truly thought that you would be able to hide your pregnancy for much longer. There were no visible or physical symptoms besides the vomiting on the night you found out, but that was mainly due to nerves. No appointment to the obstetrician has been made yet - having a professional tell you about your pregnancy made it more real - so you still weren’t sure how far along you were. It’s been two weeks since you found out, and your anxious thoughts were starting to eat you alive. How would Johnny react now if you told him? You waited for so long. What if Johnny thought that it wasn’t his baby?

“Aye Doyoung’s back with the food.” The raucous cheering in the room caused you to jump, remembering just where you were. Their manager only gave you a strange look before turning back to watch the boys. 127 decided to do a random mukbang live, and Johnny had you tag along, so you were just sitting behind the camera, safely out of view from their fans and listening to their conversation. Doyoung sat down, gently placing the three gigantic bags of food down in the middle of the circle they had made on the practice room floor. After all of the food was removed from the floor and placed haphazardly on the floor they removed the tops, Haechan whined over their long wait caused by Doyoung, leading to all of the boys laughing and trying to calm the two so that they could eat. By the time everyone was calm enough and digging into the food your stomach had started to roll, the smell of the chicken caused you to gag. Covering your mouth with your hand you tried to disguise it as a yawn, hoping that no one would think too much of it.

But after five minutes of trying to hide your disgust, you could feel yourself begin to gag again, accompanied with your eyes water. Jumping up you hastily left the room, trying your best to be quiet but the sound of your frantic footsteps could still be picked up on the live, followed by the sound of the practice room door shutting. All of the Neos instantly looked at Johnny, concern written all over their faces.

“So sorry guys, looks like one of our managers got sick. I’ll go check on them. Don’t miss me too much.” Winking overdramatically at the camera Johnny stood up, promptly following you. It wasn’t too hard to find you, the closest bathroom was only three doors down from the practice room. Johnny actually started to get worried when he opened the bathroom door, hearing your violent groans and gagging. Opening the stall door, Johnny felt a sense of dread hover over him at the sight of you hunched over the toilet. Squatting down behind you Johnny held your hair out of your face with one hand, rubbing your back with the other, patiently waiting for you to stop throwing up.

After Johnny helped you up to the sink so that you could wash your mouth he placed his head on your forehead and cheeks.

“You’re burning up.” Pushing his hand away you shook your head, trying to dispute it but you felt dizzy, slightly falling into Johnny’s arms.

“I’m fine. Go back to your live, I’ll be fine.” Johnny only shook his head, before pulling out his phone and sending a quick text that he was taking you home with a fever. Some time after getting into the car you passed you, or at least you were delirious. You don’t really know, only remember waking up hearing Johnny rummaging around, muttering something about medicine. You only rolled over, allowing yourself to fall asleep once more.

The next time you woke up Johnny was forcing you to sit up, ignoring all of your weak attempts to fight him and whining over being tired.

“Take some medicine and you can go back to sleep. Please baby? You’ll feel better.” Johnny would normally melt if you looked at him with your doe eyes and a pout on your lips but he knew you needed to take this medicine.

“Promise?” Johnny’s heart dropped at that. How could you be so cute while so sick?

“Promise.” Holding the spoonful of medicine to your lips Johnny sighed when you opened your mouth and happily took it, only whining slightly before he placed a cold glass of water to your lips. You drank that gratefully before he allowed you to lay back down, placing a kiss on your forehead as your eyes closed.

Taking care of you when you are sick might be harder than taking care of a child. At that thought Johnny looked back over at you, sitting on the edge of the bed. Placing his hand on your flat stomach Johnny rubbed it softly, causing you to sigh in your sleep before snuggling closer to his heat.

Were you actually pregnant? The pregnancy test sitting in your night stand beside your medicine said so, but you hadn’t mentioned anything to Johnny about it yet. Why didn’t you tell him yet? Your ‘mysterious illnesses’ probably have something to do with that. The thought of you being pregnant with his baby caused his heart to grow, and a warmth to settle over him. His baby. He was going to be a dad. As excited as he was, he knew that you needed to come to him with this yourself. He didn’t want you to feel pressured, and it was going to be hard to hide his excitement but he would do the best he could. Placing a kiss on your stomach Johnny stood up, he had a lot of planning to do.

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Today was the day. You needed to tell Johnny you were pregnant. Jisu had chewed you out last night over the fact that you still hadn’t told him, and your symptoms were starting to pick up. Your bladder felt as if it was going to constantly explode every two seconds, no matter how much or little water you drank, heartburn was a bitch that decided to cause you consistent pain after eating, no matter what you eat, and nausea had started causing you to turn away from some of your favorite foods. In other words, it was becoming more noticeable and you couldn’t keep hiding it.

That’s you ended up corralling Johnny on the couch, him watching you carefully while you paced around in front of you. How aggressively you were pacing you wouldn’t be surprised if your neighbors below you started to hate you.

“Baby whatever it is, it can’t be that bad right? Or did you murder someone in that case I might have to leave.” You flipped Johnny off, ignoring his bad excuse of a joke in favor of taking a deep breath. It’d be better if you just blurted it out right? Why build it up? Just let it rip.

“I’m pregnant.” Tears instantly started pricking at your eyes, expecting some crazy reaction from Johnny. Maybe he’d be mad? Or sad that you ruined his career?

“I already knew.” That forced you to stop in your tracks, mouth dropping open at Johnny’s air of casualness that showed that he was being serious.

“What?”

“I found the test after you got sick? Remember, you vomited at the SM building then pretty much passed out on the way home. I don’t have any medicine here, all of it is in your nightstand, which by the way was an awful place to hide a pregnancy test.”

“Why wouldn’t you say anything? I’ve been worried over how to tell you for weeks. Jisu cussed me out over it last night.” Johnny chuckled a little at that revelation. The revelation you were having is that you might have the worst baby father in the world.

“I didn’t want to force you to tell me. But,” Johnny stood up, walking around the coffee table and placing his hands around your waist, “I’m excited to be starting a family with you.” A quick peck to your lips caused your cheeks to heat up, a bright smile spreading across your lips.

“Really?” Johnny nods excitedly, his smile matching yours.

“I’ve always wanted to be a dad. Knowing that you’re the one carrying my baby is a dream come true.” You couldn’t hold yourself back from jumping on Johnny, who only laughed as your legs wrapped around his waist. Leaning forward Johnny placed a sweet kiss on your lips, longer than the one that you previously had. Having this weight off of your shoulders you could finally feel grateful for your blessing. You could finally look at baby names, or start planning for a nursery.

“You're healthy right?” Raising your eyebrows you nodded your head slowly, suspicious of Johnny’s random question.

“Yea? Why?”  Johnny hands slides from where it was supporting your back down to your ass, gripping it gently. “Really John?” He only poked out his lips in a pout, making sure to give you his best puppy dog eyes. Rolling your eyes you only placed a peck on his lips.

“Let’s reenact the night you got pregnant.” Johnny wiggled his eyebrows causing you to laugh.

“You’re disgusting. Lead the way.” He didn’t need to be told twice, Johnny hastily walked to the bedroom, sparing valuable time in order to kiss you as much as possible.

How could he be any more grateful when he had you by his side?

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