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abloomingperiod · 9 months

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enough | kim seokjin

"god, you're annoying."

it's the first thing seokjin hears as you make your way to the car.

by the time you find his face under the black cap, you remind yourself to buy him more of these. you absolutely love the black cap and white tee look on him.

and he knows it, which is probably why the little shit is wearing it right now.

"happy to see you too, wife." he responds. he's got the smuggest expression on, which only gets worse as he notices the way your lips curl upwards after his response.

it's late at night, and even though seokjin just got back from his own tight schedule, he still insisted on taking you home.

"you should be laying in bed by now", you interjected through the phone. "without my hardworking wife? not happening", he shot back.

to say you don't like his mannerisms and ways to show how much he cares, is a lie.

and he knows that, because every time he pulls something like that, you can't hide the smile smeared on your lips.

because that's the effect seokjin has. and you don't event try and deny that.

as you sit on the passenger seat and let out a deep sigh, he watches your eyes close. when they reopen and find his, he shoots a cheeky peck at you, his right hand finding your thigh and softly caressing it.

"tough day?", he asks, to which you slowly nod, "like the freaking trenches", you sigh.

his hand reach for yours and kiss the back of it. "don't worry, i got you now", he says whilst restarting the car. you smile at his words, and caress his hand back.

"i need my bed to get me."

"rude of you to put your bed before your husband, but i'll let it slide 'cause you look like a mess."

"oh and I'M the rude one?" you interject and playfully hit his chest. god, his broad chest.

focus. you're too tired.

"let's just go, i can't look at this building anymore."

"as you wish, ma'am." he gives your thigh one last light squeeze and starts driving home.

as you guys keep making small talk about your day and updating each other about your work's latest gossips, you can't stop but notice the way seokjin keeps looking at your face every time you stay silent.

"are you gonna be offended if i fall asleep?" You question him.

he lets out a small chuckle. "the plan was to get you home, wash those pretty legs, massage your shoulders and put you to bed, but since you don't want it, suit yourself."

"well, i didn't know that was the plan." you playfully respond, your eyes opening more then an inch for the first time in a few minutes.

"some people like to call it a surprise, have you heard about it?"

"if it's every week and a half, it's no longer a surprise."

"woah, are you really complaining about being constantly treated well? really?" he scoffs and giggles, faking being offended by your words.

you smile at him. one thing you can always count on, is seokjin's ability to make every moment you have together feel lightweight - even if your shoulders, back and eyes insist on being heavy.

"sorry, sorry... please punish me." you mock, and the look on jin's face is worth every sore muscle in your body fighting against the urge to rest against your seat. his eyes are wider than ever as he reaches yours, and his mouth, completely shut. "i'm just messing with you." you playfully respond.

he looks back to the road, and lets out a soft, small chuckle. "well that's too bad", and you hit his chest for the second time - which, again, doesn't help your case.

god, you feel lucky.

after a few seconds of comfortable silence, you say:

"you really don't have to do this", you return to your first subject of the night. "the company pays for my transportation, you know that."

"ah, you always say that, y/n", he looks at you in a rather annoyed gaze. you wish you could complain about it, but he is right. you do always say that. "you think i would do it if i didn't want to? you know me better than this." he says. even though his words might seem rough, his tone is reassuring, and rather loving.

as he parks your car in the building garage, you notice his quick pace as he unbuckles and makes his way out of the car until he stops at your door, opening it and reaching for your hand. you take it with the biggest grin ever, and start walking over to your apartment. then he adds, "besides, it's a 20 minute trip. if i can't pull my ass up and bring my wife home from work with a 20 minute trip, I shouldn't even be married."

for a few seconds, his broad shoulders standing in front of you along with his words make you rethink whether or not you were joking when you talked about being punished.

as you enter the elevator and its doors closes, he reaches for your waist and pulls you close by his side, plump lips resting a light peck on your cheek. "i'll always come and get you, got it?", he asks.

you rest your head on his shoulder, not being able to maintain with your prideful posture after his words.

"got it", you repeat, and return the kiss on the new found pillow under your head.

after a few seconds, you notice, "but i gotta say: you really suck at basic math..." he cutely furrows his brows down at you, and you clarify, "it took over an hour since you told me you were going."

at that, he smirks and retorts, "that's what surprises are for, pretty girl."

now, you're the one who furrows.

"just get inside", he adds.

when you arrive to your place, suddenly, you feel as awake as ever.

warm candles light up around the dining table and there's food waiting for you. you can't help but notice the wine you love, side by side with a few white roses decorating the table. there's soft music playing in the background, and the soft, warm voice of your husband saying "i'm sure this counts as a surprise, though" behind you.

"...you didn't."

"i did."

"you- honey, i... baby??? you didn't have to- i..." you look at him with the biggest, loveliest eyes ever, and seokjin is pretty sure he forgot his own name for a few seconds right there.

"ah, come on, this is nothing! don't act like this is the best i've done to this day!" he complains with that trademark loud tone of his.

next thing he knows and feels is you jumping onto his arms, your asses being saved from the ground only thanks to your husband's strong torso. "woah! easy, tiger. we gotta eat first", a light laugh leaving his throat.

before your eyes meet, seokjin expects anything else. an annoyed look, a light hit coming to his chest one more time. hell, even a mean joke about the whole thing.

but what he doesn't expect is the absolute and utter love he finds looking directly at him.

"kim seokjin."

"please, this is just dinner... really it's nothing there's no reason for that it's not like a fancy restaurant or anythi- i didn't have the time to set everything for a restaurant by the way and you seemed very tired and I know for a fact you wouldn't wanna go ou-"

he keeps going on and on about everything he can find to downplay his actions to you. because that's a curious paradox of seokjin: he's got the confidence of a king - until he finds your big, round eyes looking at him like that; like he's the only thing existent in the world.

and you shut him up in his favorite way. your lips touch his, your hands hold his jaw and a tiny bit of his hair, and you kiss him, you kiss him and you kiss him like it's your first kiss all over again.

"this is everything", you peck his lips again, "this is great", then you peck his nose, "i don't care about a fancy restaurant, i love this", and you finish landing one on both cheeks.

"don't lie to me, you love to go out." he tries to argue, but though his eyes are closed, and you feel his arms going up and down your waist.

he is just as whipped as you are.

"i love being with you. regardless of place." you say as you take off his cap and slowly caress his hair, ear and stop on the back of his neck, his eyes fluttering open and lips reaching for your cheek. "plus, you have the social skills of a cockroach."

you regret immediately. your husband lets out the loudest groan you've heard in a while and you can't help but hide you face in his chest before he tries and dramatically push you away.

but he doesn't.

he doesn't even try.

he doesn't move an inch away from you.

he laughs.

he laughs and kisses the top of your head, a fun, yet loving "you're so annoying" leaving his throat as he walks you both to the table. "i was gonna ask for a kiss for all this, but now, i don't think that'll be enough."

he motions you to your seat, and places both hands on your shoulders, slowly massaging them like he promised earlier.

"mhm, i wonder what could be enough..." you mumble, eyes closed and limbs relaxing against his fingers.

"from you? i don't think i'll ever get enough." he responds, and even though he says it as a cheeky pick up line, you can't help but bite the smile growing on your lips.

he finishes his quick massage with a soft peck on your shoulder blades, and stops his face right next to yours, lips projected and waiting for a peck.

but you kiss him like you miss him. like he's been away for ages, like you just found him after searching and searching, and your hands hold his round cheeks close.

because you, too, can never get enough of him.

and you can't imagine a life where you will.

you pull away, and he's already grinning, and you whisper, "you spoil me too much".

to which seokjin chuckles, because he couldn't disagree more.

to him, you deserve every single bit of love, romance, cheesiness and surprises the world and its entire humanity can give.

and that's why, he simply responds, as he sits down in front of you,

"it's been less than a year." hands finding yours and caressing your knuckles. "you haven't seen nothing yet, wife."

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sailoryooons · 2 years

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Just What I Need | One Shot | ksj (m)

❀ Pairing: After a long, stressful day at work, Jin knows exactly what you need to take your mind off of the stress and somewhere weightless and full of bliss.

❀ Summary: Jin x female reader

❀ Word Count: 4,257

❀ Genre: Established relationship, pwp, idol (if you squint)

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: Explicit language, sexually explicit content, use of a color system for safewords, use of belt for hand restraints, spanking, power dynamics with the use of ‘sir’, light dom/sub dynamics, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (f. receiving), forced overstim if you squint, aftercare

❀ Published: May 18, 2022

❀ A/N: This was originally written for a friend as a request, but I have edited and formatted for a reader experience. Enjoy!

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Tap tap tap tap. The pen in your hand tapped in a rapid beat against your desk, rattling back and forth at the same speed as your knee, bouncing with anticipation. You looked at the email. Read it again. Read it a third time to clarify that what you read was correct. You felt the slight twitch of your eye, the first sign of extreme stress looming in the distance.

Being a teacher was fucking hard. But difficult parents and difficult faculty made it nearly impossible to enjoy the small victories for long.

Shoving yourself away from the computer screen, you powered it down. Your eyes were tired, your nerves were frayed and the tightening of your throat prophesied a good cry on the way home.

Pulling your phone from your bag, you saw two missed calls and unanswered text messages flash across your screen. Seokjin had attempted to call you twice, no doubt to check in on you. You swiped your phone, not bothering to read the texts as you wedged the device between your cheek and shoulder, locking the classroom behind you.

“Hi jagi,” Seokjin greeted warmly. His voice was low and gentle, already soothing as you walked out into the parking lot. The sky was stained purple, the sun long gone but the final brushstrokes touched the sky. “Coming home to me?”

Your stomach fluttered at his words. Seokjin had always been that way. He made simple things sound beautiful and with a handful of words, he made you nervous all over again. It was a trick he had mastered and used every day. You never tired of the way he flirted with you over making breakfast or the way he poked at you when he knew you needed to laugh.

It wasn’t perfect with Seokjin, but it was imperfect in ways you liked. You fought on occasion but not without making up every time. You didn’t entirely have the same interests, but you’d dedicated yourself to learning what the other was passionate about. Seokjin knew little of writing but he purchased empty notebooks and pens, guides to world-building, and workbooks filled with writing exercises.

You knew nothing about music, but you liked to sit with Seokjin as he filtered through all his new favorite songs, as he showed you demo tracks with no vocals and scribbled lyrics on napkins.

“Yeah,” you sighed, shutting the door to your car firmly. You juggled the phone as you turned the car on. “Sorry, I know I said I would be home sooner.”

“That’s okay. Let’s order in- I’ll get you those dumplings you like.”

“You’re amazing.”

“I’m Worldwide Boyfriend, of course I am.”

“You’re worldwide something,” you muttered.

“What was that?”

Oh. Ohhhh.

Seokjin’s voice dropped noticeably, coming out in a soft purr. You froze behind the wheel, squeezing the phone in your hand and rubbing your thighs together. That voice he used shot right to your core, hitting you where it was most effective. Your teeth pulled at your bottom lip, letting out a shaky breath as you heard him chuckle darkly on the other line.

“Worldwide something, was it you said?” he asked. You nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see you. “Baby, I asked you a question.”

“Yes, that is what I said.”

He hummed. “Hurry home,” he murmured. “Worldwide boyfriend needs to remind his girlfriend of some ground rules.”

Seokjin laughed before he hung up. You took a few shaky breaths. You clenched and unclenched your hands before a smile lit your face.

You could barely recall the drive home. Your mind was somewhere off thinking of the ways Seokjin could punish you. Your mind was already pulled away from the shitty email your principal sent you, the stress shifting to the back of your mind as you thought about your amazing boyfriend who could read your every mood, who did things before you asked him to, who just… fucking got it.

Warmth hit you when you opened the door to your apartment. You tossed your purse and keys in the bowl by the entryway, brows shooting up. The apartment wasn’t submerged in darkness, but it was dim. You could smell your favorite rose candle burning somewhere. The home was two stories of four bedrooms, far too large for the two of you but decorated in a way that felt warm and soft. You wondered just how many candles Seokjin lit to make the entire apartment smell.

Slipping your shoes off, you gently padded into the living room. The curtains were cast open, the glittering city twinkling beyond you. Track lighting in the kitchen provided a muted glow where Seokjin leaned against the back of the couch, watching you. He was in sweatpants and a white t-shirt, but your eyes dropped to his hands, zeroing in on the belt. Your mouth went dry at the sight as you paused in the doorway, eyes searching.

“It’s for your hands,” Seokjin said quietly. He gestured at the ground in front of him. “Come here.”

Slowly, you approached Seokjin, his dark eyes never leaving you. His tan throat was exposed by the loose collar of the t-shirt. Your eyes focused momentarily on the unmarked flesh, knowing his favorite spot for your mouth lingered just below his ear. His dark hair was pushed out of his face, a shadow of a style he had for a shoot earlier that day. His gaze was heavy, burning burning burning. You could never sit still under Seokjin’s gaze, the weight of it pinning you down as you stopped right in front of him, looking up into his eyes.

“You’re still standing,” he tsked. “You’re not going to be able to feel your ass for days.”

Slowly without breaking eye contact, you sank to the floor. Seokjin moved towards you with the belt and you wordlessly presented your wrists to him, pushing them together. His long, nimble fingers worked the belt in an easy loop, sliding the expensive leather and securing it tightly.

You looked up at him, batting your eyelashes and he smirked at you. You knew that smirk, and without warning, Seokjin pulled you up and across his strong lap as he sat on the back of the couch.

You let out a small gasp as he wrenched your skirt up, revealing your ass, delicately outlined with lace. Your hands were bound in front of you and you went boneless in the warmth of his lap, a hum working its way up your throat as his fingers deftly traced the lines of your panties, callused fingers meticulous.

“Hmmm, I like these.” Seokjin’s finger pulled at the elastic, letting it snap back into place. You squirmed and he delivered a light, quick slap to your ass cheek. You moaned, unable to stop it.“ Fuck of course you like that,” Seokjin groaned. “I think I’ll add these to my collection,” he added, both hands gripping your ass generously before pulling your underwear down, shoving them in the pocket of his sweatpants.

Seokjin’s large hands cupped your ass. Your eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the feeling of their warmth on the now cool skin. A shiver wracked your spine, followed by Seokjin’s gentle laugh. “Count for me. Miss a number, we start again. Hesitate, we start again. Got it?”

You nodded. “Yes sir.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

“Good.”

The first smack on your cheek was light and sharp. You hissed as the full expanse of his hand collided with your flesh. You keened nonetheless as his hand quickly rubbed over the stinging flesh, chasing the burn. “One,” you breathed.

“Good girl, keep going.”

The second slap landed on the opposite cheek. You counted it faithfully. The third and fourth slaps came harder and in rapid succession, making you sag into Seokjin’s lap. You didn’t miss a single number, gasping them out as heat pooled in your stomach. Fuck he hadn’t even taken his clothes off and you were a mess.

The fifth slap was hard. You gasped out, “Five!” His hand chased away the pain, giving you a longer pause between the sixth and seventh.

“Fuck,” Seokjin whispered, bending down to press a chaste kiss against the welted skin. “Just three more angel,” he encouraged you, praise making you sigh and melt into his thighs. “You can do three for me.”

Seokjin delivered the eighth. You moaned the number, your thighs trembling as his hand chased the sting. He spanked you for the ninth, his fingers kneading the flesh, praise dripping from his honeyed tongue. He delivered the tenth and you screamed the number, sagging against him. You didn’t have time to register Seokjin lifting you, flipping you in his arms as he carried you bridal style to the bedroom.

Seokjin placed you gently on the bed, grabbing your hands and pressing them up above your head. “Don’t move those hands,” he growled. He kissed you briefly, all tongue and teeth, his tongue carving its way through your mouth and drawing a whimper from you. He smiled into the kiss, pulling away. “Color?”

“Green,” you gasped. He grinned wildly at you as his lips went to your neck, pulling your flesh between his teeth, tongue following every nip and bite across the hollow of your throat, your collarbones, your neck. He gently pulled your shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room, your bra soon to follow. Seokjin looked down at you - fuck he was going to devour you. “Hands stay there,” he reminded you, attacking your chest with his mouth.

“Yes sir,” you sighed, clenching your hands together as you arched into him.

Seokjin’s mouth was warm and exquisite. His tongue traced patterns between the valley of your breasts, his breath tickling you. Carefully avoiding where you wanted his mouth most. You were whining now, thighs clenched and eyes squeezed shut as you tried not to squirm, nipples tightening painfully.

Slowly, Seokjin flattened his tongue, running it over your nipple as you whined. His hot breath skittered across your chest as he laughed gently before taking the pert bud into his mouth entirely, sucking hard, tongue laving.

You felt dizzy. You could form no active thoughts as you lay under him, your body buzzing. There was only Seokjin and his mouth and the feeling of tingles running up and down your body.

“So fucking responsive,” Seokjin groaned. He pressed kisses down your stomach, strong hands coming to your knees and prying them open. He slipped between them and grunted, fingers brushing up and down your pussy. “You’re fucking soaked, jagi.”

He lowered himself and nipped the flesh of your inner thigh, lifting your legs and hooking them over his broad shoulders. “I’ve been thinking about this pussy all day,” he swore. “Just thirsting for a fucking taste.”

A moan shuttered out of you as Seokjin leaned forward, swiping his tongue from core to clit. Air got stuck in your throat as he repeated the action, licking you top to bottom agonizingly slow. You felt like you were a set of exposed wires, sparking every time his tongue slowly passed every nerve.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” you whined. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

Seokjin growled into you as he repeated the long, slow lick before fastening his mouth on your clit, sucking hard. You bucked up into him, unable to help it as his tongue worked your cunt, mouth focused entirely on covering every inch of you, drinking you in, succulent. His hands ghosted up your thighs and settled on your stomach, pushing you down into the bed.

You couldn’t stop the sounds coming out of your mouth now, his name coming out broken and high-pitched as you hurtled toward your orgasm. Seokjin chuckled into you, the buzz of his mouth driving you further, the suction of his lip, the rough way he fucked his tongue into your wet hole.

he world crested and you took a deep breath before you could no longer breathe, soaring higher and higher before you slammed into your orgasm, cumming hard and violently on his tongue.

“I want another one,” he demanded, replacing his tongue with his fingers, sliding his digits into your heat with ease. You jerked at the feeling, suddenly full, the wet squelch loud in the silence of the room, only accompanied by your labored breathing. “You’re going to give me another.”

“Yes sir,” you practically cried.

“You’re such a good girl. Always good for me,wet for me, and ready to give me what I want,” he licked your clit as his fingers found a steady rhythm, wrist snapping into you, sparking pleasure throughout your body. “You were fucking made for me, weren’t you?”

“Yes sir- yes yes yes- made for you.”

Seokjin’s fingers brushed that spot and oh oh oh oh oh. He hardly had to try, whispering how amazing you were. Fucking beautiful, his his his his. Made for him, made to fucking love him, made for him to worship.

Everything out of his mouth sent you crashing into another orgasm, jerking you forward as you clenched around his fingers so hard he had to stop moving. He coaxed you through it, careful not to touch your clit where you were oversensitive, careful to pull his fingers out of you slowly.

You felt like you were on another planet as he licked your slick off of them before peeling his shirt off.

You took the disruption as a moment to catch your breath, watching him pull the shirt over his head, revealing beautiful skin and a toned, strong chest. Seokjin was beautiful. Stunning. A work of art. And he was yours alone.

Naked and groaning, he stroked himself a few times, your eyes dropping down to his throbbing dick. Your mouth watered at the sight. You knew him well enough to know he wasn’t interested in fucking your mouth tonight. He had that looked in his eye, the kind that meant he wanted you and he wanted you immediately.

Seokjin crawled over you, taking space between your legs. You shivered, glad that he had taken the time to work you through two orgasms before trying to fit his thick, long cock in you. Even prepped and messy-wet, the pressure was intense as Seokjin guided the head of his cock into your entrance. He pushed in slow and steady, not stopping to let you adjust until he was pushed to the hilt, groaning loudly.

He slowly pulled out to push roughly back in. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he set a slow, deep pace, dragging the length of his cock against your walls.

“Spread your legs,” Seokjin growled. You did. Your muscles trembled and you felt the strain but you didn’t care, not when Seokjin was starting to pick up a brutal pace, fucking you into the mattress. “You feel fucking divine, angel.”

Hooking a hand under your thigh, he stretched your leg over his shoulder, making you nearly scream at the new angle. He was hitting you deep and hard. You were an arrow shot into the sun, heading for another blinding orgasm as he slowed his pace, easing back and letting you catch your breath. He kissed your ankle briefly trembling as he was careful to fuck you slowly.

“You gonna cum for me again?” He asked. “Just like that?”

“Yes sir,” you whispered, voice raw.

“Let me take care of you for being such a good girl. Come for me, jagi.”

Seokjin snapped his hips forward suddenly, fucking sharply at an upward angle into you. He set a brutal pace, the sound of his skin slapping against yours almost drowned out by the way you cried. You struggled to breathe, eyebrows knit together as you were pushed further and further. Seokjin surged forward letting your leg slip off his shoulder so he could steal your lips in a heated, unorganized kiss that was more tongue and teeth than anything else.

Seokjin flung you off the precipice again. There was just a bolt of pleasure, a scream you belatedly realized was yours, and Seokjin’s breath against your ear. Your name on his lips, whispered over and over again.

It felt like you were somewhere far away, held lightly by Seokjin’s hands as you floated. You had no responsibilities here. Nothing to worry about.

Slowly, you came back down. You felt Seokjin trembling next to you, his skin warm and sweaty. Your legs were sore and your ass tingled where he had slapped your skin raw. Exhaustion swept over you as you rolled your head to the side, still trying to catch your breath.

Slowly, Seokjin rolled towards the nightstand. You watched as he grabbed a glass of prefilled water, crawling over to you. He kneeled next to you, lifting your head so that it was cradled lightly in his lap. He was careful not to smack you in the face with his spent cock, though you could tell by the smirk he was fighting the urge.

Carefully, Seokjin guided your head as he held the glass of water to your lips. You drank long, cool draughts of water, draining the class. It soothed your throat as he replaced it on the nightstand before returning to you, leaning down and pressing a kiss on your forehead. Nose. Lips. His lips were gentle and soft, all signs of teeth and roughness gone as he undid the belt on your hands. Blood rushed to your wrists, giving you a tingling feeling as he took a moment to massage your hands.

Your hands were tiny in his. You watched as he worked the palms of your hands, pulling down toward the fingers as he helped the blood flow return. He murmured that he’d return briefly and he got up from the bed, vanishing for a moment. You heard the bath start. Seokjin returned a moment later, leaning over gently as he scooped you carefully into his chest. You felt like putty as he pressed his lips against your temple, humming a tune you didn’t recognize as he carried you to the bathroom.

Track lighting was turned on and dim, soft against your eyes. Seokjin carefully stepped into the large, jacuzzi-style tub. He had a mind not to drop you as he carefully sank into rose-scented water. Warmth immediately soothed your sore limbs, pleasure radiating all the way from your toes to your chest as he settled you in the water in front of him, letting you sag against his chest.

“Just relax,” Seokjin whispered. “I’ll clean you off when you’re ready. Just soak for a bit and when we’re done, dinner will be waiting.”

“Lo mein?” you perked up for a minute, lifting your heavy head to look at him dreamily.

“Of course,” he promised. “Rest for a little, though.”

“Okay,” you murmured, eyes closing lightly. “Thank you, Seokjin. You always know just what I need.“

“I know.” He kissed the top of your head. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Seokjin.”

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theiris-storyvault · 2 years

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“What kind of rabbit doesn’t eat carrots?!”

Dad! Seokjin X Mom! Reader

Genre: fluff!

Warnings: None!

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“Jinha! It’s lunchtime” You yell from the kitchen as you get the table sorted out. Your husband had been lost in a trance with your daughter as you prepared lunch, and for that, you were thankful, because 90% of the time when he’s at work, you’ll be in a fairy costume cooking pasta on the lawn. Not long after, you hear footsteps quickly approaching the room, and soon after, a small frame hugs your legs. “Well hello there, Ms. Rabbit. I see you have been doing dress-up with...” You lift your eyes to find Seokjin only to see him in a Cow onesie with wings and a crown. You stifle a laugh as you crouch to lift your daughter “Mr. Fairy Cow Prince” You continue your sentence earning a silly groan for your husband. You set Jinha down on to a seat beside her father as Jin plants a kiss on your forehead before taking a seat himself.

You all enjoy the meal you’d prepared as you enjoy listening to your daughter’s stories about what they did just moments ago. You place your chin on your palm as you listened to her in amusement. Sometimes it gets to you that it had been 3 years since you had her swim in your belly like a little bean. She’s growing up so fast, and even if you wanted to just stop time and make her stay this small forever you couldn’t. The conversation ends with her telling you how great her dad was at dressing up. “Really? better than mommy, darling?” You ask, an eyebrow raised. “Yes!” Jinha shouts and you scoff jokingly. Your husband erupts in laughter before boasting. “Baby, did you hear that? You suck at dressing up! Daddy is always better!” You laugh in defeat as Jinha tries to give you small kisses as a consolation. The laughing dies down soon after when Jinha tries to make a run from her unfinished food, but Jin was fast to scoop her up and put her back in her seat. “ah-ah, not so fast Ms. Rabbit. You still have vegetables left.” He says sternly. You turn away from him, trying to hide your giggles because he looked silly getting mad in the outfit he was in. “Your dad is right, darling. You need to eat your carrots, to keep your pretty eyes clear.”

You watch her scrunch her nose in disgust before trying to protest “But carrots are ew mommy!” She says. “Oh is that so? But what kind of rabbit doesn’t eat carrots?!” You question as you pinch her nose softly. She was at a loss for words knowing you were right. So, she gives in, quickly chewing the pieces of carrots she had picked out of her food, before drinking a ton of water to wash it down. Jin was flabbergasted at her daughter's actions but adored at how she didn’t fight back anymore and just followed. Afterwards, you signal to her that she did a good job and that she was free to go, and in a blink of an eye, she takes off running.

You start to clear the table when Jin wraps his arms around you. You try not to get lost in a trance as his comforting hug relaxes you and you try to get away “I need to clean it up, Love” You excuse but he never lets you go. “I don’t know how you do it” He says, evidently, he seemed tired. “Do what, hun?” You ask you to walk over to the sink with him stuck to you. As soon as you place the dishes down, you turn to face him, giving him a proper hug. “Play dress up, and cook, and clean, and not get tired,” He says, burying his face onto your shoulder. “Who says I never get tired,” You ask, trying to sound offended but he sees through it and giggles “You know what I mean. I literally just played with her for an hour and boy, does she have much energy. I changed clothes more times with her than I have when I’m on tour.” He states making you laugh. “Well, that’s probably why she thinks you’re the best at dressing up, when I’m with her I put on the wings and tell her I cant shape shift because the fairy leader would get mad.” He sighs, tightening his hold on to you. “Well, whatever Jinha said was a lie, if there’s someone who’s the best here, it’s you.”