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scarletwinterxx · 8 months

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naps and baby kicks - dad mark lee scenario

i know i just wrote about dad mark lee but i saw the baby pictures and i just envisioned this moment. Just imagine this is what little Minjung looks like🥺 like look at him🥺🥺🥺🥺 if he's my kid, i wouldn't be able to say no to him too😭

timeskip to before Minjee was born, Minjung is 5 here (about to be 6) you can read the other parts here:

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

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(pics not mine, credits to rightful owner)

Mark is busy slicing the watermelon in the kitchen while you take a nap on the living room couch. Quietly humming some random song, he loves days like this. When he can stay at home and be with his family.

Especially now that another Little Lee is on the way.

You've reached that point in your pregnancy where you're constantly tired, you feel bad about not being as active to take care and play with your son, Minjung, but he really is the best boy. He's been very understanding, he always makes sure you're okay. Just like how his dada taught him.

"Mom, are you awake?" you hear a tiny voice whisper, you can't help but smile and open your eyes. You weren't really sleeping. Just resting your feet and back.

"Yes, love. What is it?" you ask him

"You need water, mama? snacks?" he asks you

Chuckling at your cute son, you shake your head. Instead you pat the vacant spot next to you, Minjung carefully lays next to you.

"I miss hanging out with you, sorry mommy can't run and play outside with you" you tell him

"It's okay, mommy. Daddy says it's because you're growing little sissy right now so we need to take care of you and her"

You smile upon hearing your son's words. Only 5 but already he's wise beyond his years. One thing doesn't change though is his cute face looking more and more like his father's everyday.

Speaking of, Mark walked back to the living room to see his two favorite people on the couch having a small talk. He can hear the conversation between you and Minjung, quietly listening behind.

"You'll tell mama if you need anything okay? Once baby sister is here, it might seem like we're taking care of her a lot but we love you just as much"

"It's okay, mommy. I love you too"

You can't help it, he's just too cute. You squish your little boy's cheeks, hugging him as close as you can. Savoring these last moments of Minjung being an only child.

With the next one on the way, you've been worried about Minjung and how he'll react once the baby is here. But you know your son, he's smart and always kind. The moment you told him he's about to have a sibling, he's been very excited.

"Got room for one more?" Mark decides to finally interrupt, wanting to be a part of this special moment.

"Of course, come here" you open your arm, hugging both of your boys.

"Oh did you feel that?" you ask, making the two boys move away from you

"What?! You okay?" Mark worriedly asks, immediately getting off the couch and crouching on the floor instead. Gently pulling Minjung with him.

"She kicked, here" you take Mark and Minjung's hand and put it where you felt the kick. A few seconds later you felt it again

"Oh, is that little sissy?" Minjung asks you with an excited look on his face

"Yea, she's excited to meet you too"

"Does it hurt, mommy? When she kicks?"

"Sometimes, only when she kicks me here by the ribs but it's okay. She doesn't mean it. She's just trying to move around and stretch a bit" you explain to the little boy, Mark listening to the two of you while his hand draws circles on your tummy. Waiting for his little girl to kick again.

It's the second time but moments like this still amazes him. He can still remember the first time he felt Minjung kick in your tummy like it was yesterday, now the three of you are here feeling the baby girl's kicks. He hasn't met her yet but the amount of love Mark has for his daughter is already beyond this universe.

You, Minjung and this little baby girl is his whole world.

A few weeks later, it's time for Minjung to meet his new little sister

"Okay when we get there, we need to use inside voice okay? We wash our hands first" Mark tells his son, looking down at him.

The two boys make their way to the hospital where you're currently resting. Mark holding Minjung's hand while he holds a bouquet of flowers in the other.

"Okay you knock" he tells him, Minjung knocking gently on the door

"Come in" you say from the other side of the door, Mark opening the door. Immediately you see your baby boy, it's only been two days but it felt like forever since you last saw him.

"Hi, baby. I missed you" you tell him, already feeling the tears build up. Mark chuckles at you, while you roll your eyes at him. Mark helps Minjung wash his hands before the little boy walks over to you.

"Hi mommy, we got you flowers" he says, showing you the flowers

"Thank you, baby. I love them. Can mama have a hug?" you wait for Mark to help Minjung up the bed

"Careful with mom okay, gentle" Mark reminds him, you just smile at the two. Immediately you hug your little boy, compared to little newborn currently in the crib Minjung seems so big.

The thought enough to put tears in your eyes

"I was gone for two days, and you're already a big brother. Mommy missed you so much, buddy" you tell him, peppering kisses all over his face making the boy laugh.

"I missed you too, mommy. Is baby sissy okay?"

"Yea, she's here. You want to meet her?" you ask him, the little boy nodding excitedly.

"Okay, why don't you sit here while I get her?" Mark helps Minjung down from the bed, pointing at the little couch. Mark gets baby girl from her crib before walking towards where Minjung was seating.

Meanwhile you get your phone out to capture the moment.

"Minjung, meet your little sister Minjee" Mark tells his little boy, showing him the little bundle of joy wrapped in the pink blanket. Minjung looked a bit unsure at first, looking at his dad first.

"You can hold her, here she loves holding your finger like this. Gently okay?" Mark lets Minjung hold out one finger so little Minjee can hold it. You wipe the few tears that escaped, smiling at your family

"Hello, Minjee. I'm Minjung, your brother" he says happily. shaking his finger like they're shaking hands for the first time. Mark smiles at his son, kissing the top of his head before looking at his daughter.

"You're going to be the best of friends, you have to teach her how to color and play the piano and how to ride a bike. It's going to be so much fun" Mark tells him, "Would that be okay?"

"Mhm, we can play. I'll share my toys with her" Minjung answers

"Thanks buddy, that's very nice of you" Mark tells him, putting Minjee on his right arm so he can hug Minjung with the other one.

"I love the both of you very very much, more than anything. We take care of her like we take care of mommy, okay?"

"Okay"

"That's my boy" Mark mumbles, hugging Minjung tighter. Looking over at you to see you wiping more tears away.

"Guys, I love this moment but you're making me cry so much" you joke, Mark laughs before gently standing up to walk over to you. He passes Minjee over to you before he kisses you on the head.

"Good job, mom of two"

"Oh shut up, you did this to me" you joke, "Hey, as long as you're willing to. I can do it all over again. I love our babies very much, I don't mind having a few more" he tells you, you know what he means by that. At the end of the day it's your body that goes through a lot.

But looking down at the bundle of joy in your arms and your little man, you know you'd do it over and over again.

"Can we do it until one looks like me?"

"Dude, what are you talking about? She kinda looks like you"

You shoot him a deadpanned look, it's too soon to tell but even know you can see your daughter takes after her dad much like her older brother. As for Minjung, well one look at him and you'd know he's Mark's son.

"Kinda? She looks just like Minjung when he was born. She'll probably look like you too. I don't hate it though, more mini Mark's" you smile at your husband

"Better luck next time, baby"

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jaekissd · 2 years

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cheese pizza

Pairing: Park Jisung x Reader

Genre: romantic comedy? // Hubby!Jisung

Length: 506 words

a/n: don't know if it came out super good but after trying to think of who to write in for this, all i could think about was jisung 💀💀 hope you enjoy!

You and Hubby!Jisung had never been the soppy sentimental type. Sure you guys have those moments but there's something about not expressing that deep vulnerability every day that makes it all the more special. Not even now, both standing at the alter with your phones in your hands, getting ready to read your vows. You had actually thought about it, about transforming your feelings from all these years into intimate words. But that's what it was - intimate. So deciding to save those words for when it was just the two of you, all tears were put away and you were sure Jisung had reached the same decision. You waited patiently for what the love of your life had to say.

To say you were both nervous was an understatement. He was sweating bullets and darting his eyes looking around the entire venue. You could feel the heat compressed onto your back and possibly a recoil in your stomach.

Once your eyes met, however, you finally understood what people meant when they said that literally everything fades away. It's just you two in the entire world right now.

Releasing a deep breath, he began to read. "I never knew how much fun a person could be until i met you," he smiled at you shyly. "You took a blank canvas and splashed it entirely with colors. I am so grateful to have found my forever buddy and love all in one. I will never forget the day we met and not everyone knows this." Jisung wiggled his eyebrows and laughed while your eyes widened and you mentally face palmed. "Brace yourselves," he said, looking at our guests. Knowing what was coming, you try to swallow down your embarrassment. "I walked into that pizza place by chance, because my usual spot was closed for the day. And there you were, all in your uniformed glory. I thought you were cute so i decide to bust out a joke." He laughed and you laughed with him as you both cherished the memory before others knew about it. " 'Can i have a pizza with invisible topping?' Granted, no one else would've understood it either but you looked at me like i was weirder than a blobfish. Feeling embarrassed, i had to rapidly salvage what i could and said 'Your humor is invisible too i see. I'll have a cheese pizza.' You then let out the loudest laugh and even snorted." He looked up at you and smiled sweetly, then continued, "I knew in that moment that i could listen to that laugh for the rest of my life. And thankfully, i still carry the ability to hear it every day. It's never been a dull moment with you and i promise that my love for you will be anything but invisible."

Everyone laughed and cheered for a while but all you could was smile like an idiot and wipe away the tears that escaped. You noticed Jisung's eyes were also glistening as he mouthed that he loved you forever.

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pjsfvs · 3 months

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breeding kink hc - Mark Lee

paring : husband!mark x afab!reader

warnings/tags : very nsfw, mentions of pregnancy, oral sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, fluff, breeding kink, Mark going AT it

summary : mark will do whatever it takes to get you pregnant.

a/n : this was supposed to be uploaded yesterday on 1/27 but i posted the Sunoo hc instead. Also, if you have any requests, you can leave them in my inbox! and don't leave hate comments for me to see. if you don't like it just block me and leave.

Having a child together was always something Mark and you knew would happen for you. Brushed lightly on the subject, you clearly remember the way Mark’s eyes would light up when you’d mentioned earlier in your relationship, that you wanted children.

Now, married in bliss with your second anniversary approaching, Mark had started to get a little impatient. You both knew you wanted to get pregnant eventually but hadn’t quite decided concretely exactly when just yet.

For Mark, a family always seemed a distant dream. However, when you’d walked into his life, he knew he wanted it with you.

In the beginning of your relationship, you used condoms during sex. It worked at the time, but eventually, after a conversation together, you decided you’d get yourself on birth control. Mark and you were pretty serious, had a solid foundation for your relationship and knew you wanted to be together for the rest of your lives,

And part of you wanted to take that step in your relationship; no matter how minor it may be. Sex was already something so intimate between you two, but to remove the barrier of a condom and really feel each other closer? It felt natural. Felt like something you trusted each other with.

Little did you know, that decision would spark a little something in your man…

For Mark, the first time you’d had sex using birth control, he swore he fell a little further for you [if it was even possible]. To know you trusted him to cum inside, that you weren’t scared, or fearful of anything going wrong meant so much to him.

Often during sex, he’d find himself thinking how much power his seed really had. On birth control, his cum buried deep inside your cunt meant nothing more than the mutual trust you two shared, a symbol of how deep your relationship had gotten.

But if you were off birth control? If the sex was unprotected?

Mark’s cum held great power. He could put a baby in you. Your baby, that you made with the embodiment of love your bodies yield to each other. The thought alone made Mark shiver each time, shuddering with a tingle of anticipation when he’d spill his hot loads inside you each night.

“Mark?” You’d asked one night, after a steamy quickie before bed. You rested your head on his bare chest as he heaves down from his high, a heavy palm rested to the bare skin of your exposed back.

“Yeah, baby?” He returns, kissing the top of your tousled hair softly. His palms are gently soothing over your bare hips, the same hips that would someday, hopefully carry the live of your child.

And that same night, the conversation happened. You’re both ready for a baby, you both want a baby with each other.

Mark is ecstatic, can’t wait to watch your pregnant belly grow as he showers his love on you, taking care of you each step of the way. Mark is already the perfect husband, and you best bet that it would heighten tenfold when you’re pregnant.

You have sex every single day now, sometimes multiple times a day. Sex with Mark was always fantastic, always had you practically on the verge of tears to how well he’d fuck you when he needed to, how well he’d make love to you when he needed to. If anyone knows how to strike the perfect balance, it’s Mark Lee.

“You gonna give me a baby, kitten?” Mark rasps, hastily pounding into your needy cunt from above. His biceps rest on either side of you and they look massive this way, a dark, almost primal darkness in his eyes on some nights like this. You’ve been trying for about a month now, and Mark is growing impatient. Part of him fears deep inside that as always, something will go wrong; deprive him from the life he wants with you. You make sure to assure him, however. Assure him that it’ll happen for you.

“Ye-yes baby, put a baby in me Mark…” You whimper, begging underneath him, soft legs tightly wrapped around his waist to give him optimal access to your deepest parts. Mark’s cock twitches inside you, and you know he’s close. Every single time, you shake and shudder to the feel of being pounded by him, the way his creamy, succulent cum fills up inside you to the brim.

It baffles you the amount of cum the man carries, how much he spills after each fuck. You can definitely feel him fill you up and it turns you on so fucking bad as you desperately pull him close, peppering needy kisses all over his face as he makes you cum as well.

“They say the more orgasms you have, the better the chances of getting pregnant.” Mark whispers, slowly delving between your drenched thighs. He licks a long stride up your aching pussy before circling sloppy, wet circles to your clit. You’re not sure if Mark’s theory is 100% accurate. Nonetheless, you know Mark thrives off making you feel good, he wants you to enjoy the process more than him. After all, you are the one who’s going to be carrying your baby for months on end, bearing all the pain and discomforts that come your way.

It does pull at your heartstrings how much Mark cares, how desperate he is fulfilling the deed of getting you pregnant.

If on your bed, before sex, Mark puts a pillow under your hips to angle them up slightly while he pumps in and out. “Can’t have any drip out,” He smirks, pressing a wet kiss to your lips as his throbbing cock stays positioned inside you, cocooned by your warm, pulsing walls after release.

Cockwarming has become almost a daily occurrence. After he’s came inside you, Mark keeps his girthy member inside your cunt for a couple of minutes as you both come down from your highs. He’ll rest his head in the haven of your breasts, arms wrapping around you as you pull him close, kissing his head to happy dreams of this wonderful, loving man fathering your children someday.

Mark insists that you have sex a couple times a day, and you fear he’ll eventually get sick of having you if you don’t slow down a little

“I’ll never get sick of you,” He whispers into your neck, softly kissing the skin as his arms hold you so dearly tight. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“I do.” You whisper, cupping his cheek. Mark is the sweetest man you know, and you best believe he’s only gotten sweeter since you’ve started trying.

Sometimes, when lounging next to each other, or when he’d come up behind you in a tender hug as you cook breakfast, Mark rests his hands on your belly; dreaming of how heartfelt it would be the day your baby would be in there,

“You’re gonna look so beautiful sweetheart, carrying our baby.” His deep baritone would soothe in your ears as he slams into you, your breasts bouncing to his pace as his hips snap into you hard, senselessly. His balls slam your core so hard each time, and the sounds of skin slapping skin fill the house very often nowadays. “Gonna show you off to the entire world,” He moans, cupping your breasts & kneading them with a firm force, yet cautious not to hurt you, as his mind drifts to the thought of how full they’d look, swollen holding milk

Mark and you have possibly tried every sex position there is at this point. Doggy style? Mark fucks into like a rabbit from behind, cock grinding your cervix to the deepest parts before slipping out entirely, only to plummet back in

Your legs on his shoulders as he fucks into you relentlessly? It’s one of his “trying to conceive” favourites, allows his sperm to take advantage of gravity

Face to face lying beside each other? Mark practically melts each time you do this one. The entry of his cock is so deep this way as you hold each other’s gazes, your leg draped over his waist as his arms pull you closer, rosy skin flushed together with a thin layer of sweat.

From behind as you lay on your stomach? Mark’s eyes roll to the back of his head in this one. He enters you from behind, pounding in as he grinds your g-spot repeatedly, almost always giving you two orgasms before he cums deep, deep inside.

Did I mention how loud Mark is when he cums

He moans, throaty groans fleeing his lips as he practically growls in your ear. The way you clench around him is too much, your pussy is too tight; too warm and he’s far too in love with your body (and all of you, ofc). Far too drunk on thoughts of pounding you pregnant for him.

Sometimes Mark can get so dirty while fucking you.

It surprises you sometimes that your sweet, loving, wholesome husband can say such sinful things

“Gonna make a baby come out of that tight little pussy.” He drips, biting small love marks into your skin as he thrusts, marking your body as his breeding ground.

I mean he is a literal assassin so you do get that he can be a bit brutal sometimes

He tracks your periods and the days you’re most fertile (not that it matters too much since he fucks you into oblivion each day haha) but on days where you’ve ovulating, he makes sure to go deeper, harder, and get in multiple rounds for optimal chances of conceiving.

Mark cumming inside is so special now. You can’t help but shiver each time you feel him explode deep within you, knowing that that load might be the one to do the trick.

You’re an advocating member of the “Make Mark a daddy 2024” campaign.

And when your period is late…you tell Mark with beaming eyes and swear you’d seen a glistening glow in that chocolate gaze, unlike anything you’d ever seen before.

You buy multiple tests together, Mark's hand holding yours the entire time. The thought that your baby might be growing inside you, right now, this second as you stand at the checkout counter has his smiling like a goofy idiot.

Your goofy idiot, of course :)

You take the tests together in the master bathroom of your bedroom. Mark is on edge and you have to hold his hand to reassure him, explaining to him that if its only a false alarm, you’ll keep trying because you want this with him. You need this with him.

You want a family and it’s never going to change.

But when all the tests come back positive, Mark is on the brink of tears.

You both are, holding each other tighter than ever as you both cry into each other’s necks, kneeling in a bundle of cuddles on the bathroom floor. Mark kisses each inch of your face, peppers delicate kisses to your tousled hair, offering squeezes to your hand when you let out a soft sniffle at the sheer happiness.

This is a moment that will forever be engrained in your minds.

It was finally happening; you made a baby.

You’ve never seen Mark this happy before, feeling as if everything in his life has finally fallen into place. This is what all the pain, all the hurt, all the sin that lingers in the shadows of his past had been leading up to. A family with you, free of evil, free of any grim that lingers.

A life where the only Mark Lee that the world knows, is the Mark who loves and is loved by his wife, and the Mark who is a father.

The most loving, caring, amazing father he could ever be.

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phoxphenex · 5 months

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can you do jeno husband/baby daddy texts plss🙏🏼

jeno husband/dad texts

reader is referred to as “mommy” twice

#scenarios #nct social media au #nct #heart emoji #nct dream #nct texts #nct jeno #nct jeno texts #jeno #jeno texts #jeno lee #lee jeno #husband jeno #nct as husbands #jeno as a dad #dad jeno #nct as dads

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f9smaragdine · 6 months

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Pov; it's your camera roll

Jaehyun as your bf~

(Part4)

#nct dream #nct imagines #nct u #nct icons #kpop #nct 127 #jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct jaehyun #husband material #boyfriend material #boyfriend #jaehyun scenarios #nct dream imagines

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haechurch · 1 year

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chef-d'oeuvre

jaemin x fem!reader

smut, minors dni, husband wife relationship, making out, oral (f receiving), grinding, nipple play, unprotected sex, breeding kink, kind of cockwarming idk, creampie? marking lol etc

2.1+k words

"Honey?" You called your husband as you walk into the bedroom, he was currently sitting at the edge of the bed, talking to his phone for a while before he hang it up, finally facing you.

"Yes baby?" Jaemin put his phone down on the drawer and replied. But you remained silent, apparent to unconsciously bit your lower lip. He didn't realize, but when he was on a call earlier and you waited at the door frame, you can't help but eyeing him from head to toe, how he looks so fucking good with his suits tonight.

Jaemin called again, making you pep up from your fantasy. He's not dumb and was aware of what's up on your mind just now, there's no way that he's missing out on how you staring at him with a lust gaze earlier.

He shifted on the bed, taking off his dark suits then manspreading in front of you. Both of his hands carried his bodyweight that leaned backwards. You pressed your thighs together when he give you the look, one of his eyebrow cock and he snickered at you.

Fuck this man. He's so fucking hot.

"C'mere." He spread his arms as he's welcoming you, and just like hooked on something, you obeyed and walked to him immediately without being told twice. Then you take his hands as he made you straddle his lap. Both of your legs folded against his thighs and you rest your arms on his shoulder, while he rest his hands at your back and hip.

"You can do whatever you want to me, you know?" He leaned in to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as his lips ghosting to your skin ever so slightly that made you whimper, and you arched your back, indulging yourself to leaning onto his touch.

"Uhh i'm not saying anything." You play dumb and started to fumbling with his hair.

"But i know what you're thinking. You've been staring, baby, you think i'm dumb?" What he said just made you tuck another flesh between your teeth. And fuck yes you've been thinking of that since forever.

Without even saying a thing, you press your lips on jaemin's, the kiss was slow and sensual before it turned a little bit more passionate, tongue all over each other's with teeth clashing as you rolled your hips continuously that made him hiss pitifully. Jaemin's kisses traveled down to your jaw, neck, and collarbone, making you sigh dreamily at his doing. But then you remembered what you wanted to do with him just now.

"Jaem-" you stopped him by bringing his cheeks together. He hums sweetly, "hmm, what do you want baby?" He asked with such sweet tone and gaze. He's leaning onto your face, all smiling, sickeningly handsome, then gave your nose a little peck. All of what he did was making butterflies fluttering in your belly. "I just want to kiss you." You're being honest. He smiled sickenly sweet at your words and answered, "i'm all yours, princess. Kiss me as you wish."

You murmured "i fucking love you," before getting up and walk away to get your purse and pull your lipstick out, doing a pretty bold touch up with the red shade. You smile to yourself as you approached him again, neck bend down to match his face as his hands resting below your waist, and you started to slowly peppering kisses on his face. It begin with his forehead, his right cheek, then left cheek, and both the corner of his mouth. You already giggled at the sight.

Then you straightened up before doing the further ministrations, pushing him hard so his back was on the mattress with a bounce, and you started to undress him. You bend over slightly to grabbed his collar and unbind his black tie then tossed it onto the floor. Your hands pressed through his bulging chest and managed to unbuttoning his white shirt.

Button by button, he watched you carefully at your attempt to strip him in a slow motion, eyes locked at each other's. After you got his shirt loose and unveil the material apart, you put your hands all over his bare torso and crawling over him, then started to attacking his neck. You lick a long stripe up his throat, stopping at his jaw and giving them a wet kisses. You're not only marking him with your lipstick, but you sucked on the skin, hard. Intended to make a real mark that lasted for days on his beautiful throat. After you went from his neck you started to paint him more with litter of kisses all over his frame, down and down, with a painfully slow pace. It's making him losing his mind, the way you leave open mouthed kisses with some licks while got his chest all heaving, you know you're doing something to him, and it made you want to play even more.

You gave a chaste kiss next to his belly button before getting up, fully seated on his crotch, and meeting with his fucked up gaze while you sneered at him. Then you leaned down again to swirl your tongue against one of his nipples, letting a soft groan from him. You licked around the areola, and he won't stop grunting from there. You flick your tongue over his nipple again and again, switching from one to another. You lick, and suck, and swirl, and lick, and suck again, and you just got him squirming under your mercy. You felt his boner grazing over your thighs, and you cupped him by a hand, making him growl.

"Shit, y/n." You chuckled as you continue to roll your hips onto him, your clothing now were formless, the hem of your silk red dress hoist too high from your thighs, giving jaemin an easy access to grabbed your thighs and pressed onto him even harder.

"Wanna be inside you." Jaemin said between panting. Why would you turn him down while he asked so desperately?

Nonetheless, you wanted to keep teasing him.

"Yeah? Show me how much you wanted me then." As you said that, jaemin suddenly sat up, making your back pushed against the mattress. He's on top of you, kissing down your jaw, neck, and above your cleavage. You arch your neck, giving him all access he need to mark your body, and he sucked hard, leaving a shady red mark on your skin that will turned purple later. He pushed down your bodice, revealing your bare chest. He kneaded one of your tits while he laps and suck at the other one, making you moan. He keep going on the ministrations, making you writhing under him and you can feel your panties were already damp with arousal.

"J-jaem-," your hands were all over his back of head, squeezing at the locks every so often. Finally he let go your nipples with a pop, hands still kneading around your breasts. "Revenge." He said with a devilish smile.

He went down and grabbed the back of your thigh, sucking hard on the skin that awfully close to your throbbing core. He marked your inner thighs-high enough to finally reach your pussy yet felt too fucking far-with some of bites and sucking, his teasing making you buck your hips in the meantime, desperately wanted to feel him where you need him the most.

"Jaemin, stop teasing," you cry, and he just laughed at your miserable state. The dress you're wearing tonight completely pooled around your waist. He then snug his nose against your clothed core and inhale harshly, making you gasped, "oh my god-," your voice came out shakily. "I really like your scent. You're so fucking sweet." You felt tears almost slip from the corner of your eyes as he yank down your panties and dive into your core, eating you out like he's starving.

"Fuck." You place your legs on his shoulder and back, you buckled around him while both of your hands grab a handful of his hair. "That feels so good. So fucking good."

Jaemin hummed as you continue to cry out the way he eat your pussy out, how he have always been good at doing the shit. He laps at your folds and suck on the clit softly, making you lose your mind to get some another pressure and so you pressed his face against your sex harder, and he suddenly flick your clit relentlessly before sucking hard at the bundle of nerves, soon made you come undone.

You moan and pant from the overstimulation jaemin gave you, he's keeping on sucking and lapping around your pussy until you heard him unbuckled his belt and yanked his trousers along with the boxers down, his shirt now long gone and his cock springing free against his abdomen. "Gonna fill you up now, pretty wife." You shut your eyes, bit your lip, and nodded at his saying.

"So cute." Jaemin drag his cock along your fold, lubricated it with your wetness before eased his length down your hole steadily until he bottomed up, making the two of you sigh in a bliss. You stayed in the position where jaemin was on top of you, not moving, just feeling content while you guys kind of cuddle for a while. (Jaemin was actually being considered since he's fucking big and let you adjust around his size)

"Jaemin, you can move." You coo and he nodded, then started to fuck you slow, before eventually finding a pace and rapidly hitting your walls in a perfect way that made you a moaning mess underneath him. "Faster, harder," you cry out, and jaemin sped up, grunting, he tip his head back, bullets of sweat running from his temple. "Such a good wife, aren't you?"

He fuck you so good it left you stoned, all you can do now is taking him, take him like a good girl wife you are. Your hands were all over his torso, nail scratching his skin deliciously that got him hissed, clearly gonna leave marks behind.

Jaemin felt you clenched around him and he huffs, "come on baby girl, come all over my cock," all while drilling into your hole relentlessly. That's when you snapped, back arched high from the mattress, your voice were high pitched while jaemin keep thrusting into you, catching his own release.

"I'm close. Want me to stuffed you full of my cum, angel?" You kind of feeling too wear out, but you managed to respond, "yes please-," jaemin groaned, "gonna put a baby in you. Gonna raise the fuck out of our kids." He thrust hard for the last time before he spurt his white and warm seeds inside you.

Heavy breathing and panting were heard all over the room until you broke the silence. "Jaemin, get off me." You chuckled as he stay still above you, you can feel his cock getting softer inside you. "Jaemin, you're heavy!" You tried to push him away and he finally get up, suddenly pulled you into him for another kiss. You reciprocate his kiss and properly straddle his lap, all while his cock still inside you and got his cums leak out of you. In no time you eager to catch his lips again, you leaned in until he leaned back, almost losing his balance so he put one of his hands to rest on the mattress to support the both of you.

You let your arms hooked around his shoulder, deepening the kiss as you grab the back of his head, tugging hard at his hair that got him groaning, you kiss him hard with purpose and all messy, your lipstick smeared all over his mouth, leaving your lips all smudged. Both of you making out until one another gasping for breath, and you deliberately clenching on his length, making one of his hands that rested on your hips grasping hard on your skin, a warning.

You broke the kiss first and when you found him chasing for your lips, you stared into his eyes, clearly both of your pupils were hazy with lust.

"Fuck, you're so hot." He's panting against your lips.

"You say that to yourself." You kiss him one more time before quick to leaning back as you were checking on him.

Hands clawing at his shoulder for a grip and indulged at the sight you just made, seeing jaemin all vulnerable while your lipstick prints (and hickeys and scratch marks from your nails earlier) were all over his face and body, some of them were all smeared and shapeless. It looks like someone just.. attacked him.

You jeered and hummed in satisfaction.

"Masterpiece."

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chocojae · 11 months

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𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒 — kim doyoung

summary ▸ seven signs you are in love according to not so love expert, kim doyoung ft. a tired and frustrated kun

genre ▸ doyoung x female reader | pure fluff | university au

word count ▸ 3.2k

warnings ▸ none!

luna’s note ▸ hello @beautifulchris ! I am your author for the exchange event held by @kflixnet! i enjoyed writing this piece and really hope you will like this ♡ since the event’s main motive was to be friends, i hope we can get to know each other!

ONE: YOUR DAY STARTS AND ENDS WITH YOU THINKING ABOUT THEM.

Doyoung’s eyes widen as he notices the words he just scribbled on his notebook. He was spacing out in the lecture hall, and guess what he wrote? Your name, once again.

It astonished Doyoung when he realised just how much he has been thinking about you these past few days.

When he got to learn that you have a (secret) crush on him, all he did was think about you and notice your likes and dislikes. From him eating his breakfast and getting reminded (out of nowhere) that you love cats to him putting on an outfit of your favourite shade because you like that colour, his life was suddenly revolving around you.

It bugged him that it was you who occupied his mind 24/7 when it should have been his studies. Lately, he gets on his bus every day thinking if you would attend today or not and can’t help but get a little disappointed when he notices your absence.

Something is wrong with him, but what? It’s the question that messes his mind the most. Doyoung angrily stabs the paper with frustration, his mind running a thousand miles per second, trying to figure out what could be the possible cause of his sudden curiosity and then his face suddenly drops. A tiny voice in his head whispers: You couldn’t like her back, could you?

Doyoung shakes his head violently, trying to shush the tiny voice. Through the corner of his eye, he looks at you for a split second. Right, there was no freaking way he possibly could.

Fine, Doyoung takes back whatever he said a few hours prior. There might be a possible, tiny, tiny chance that he might like you, romantically.

He stares at your laughing figure for a little longer than he would before tearing his eyes off you, gulping soon after. God, why wasn’t he able to look away? Sure, you are attractive and kind but does he really like like you? Like as in a boy liking a girl? That type of like?

He presses his lips into a thin line and steals another glance, soon feeling his cheeks burn up. Shit, have you always been that pretty?

“I don’t think this tragic piece of literature is supposed to be making you blush, Doyoung.” Kun squints his eyes at the younger male sitting beside him, noticing how Doyoung looked completely taken aback by his comment.

Wait, Doyoung was blushing? BLUSHING? Now, that was unexpected. Doyoung cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I know. It’s just the weather. You know how hot it can get in summers here.”

Kun squinted his eyes, not satisfied with the so called answer. There was no way he was buying the “reason” Doyoung was beetroot red. It was a white lie. Sure, he agrees that summers are hot in here but with all the fans and air conditioners present and just a simple black t-shirt thrown over him, Doyoung couldn’t possibly be reddening because of it.

“Are you sure you were not checking out someone and blushing?” Kun asks with suspense laced through his words, crossing his arms and giving a look that indicated he was ready to hear the tea.

“Jesus, no!” Doyoung responds immediately. Hey, it was the truth. He wasn’t checking you out or something, he was just glancing at you. Glancing. There’s a difference, okay?

“Sure.” Kun shrugged, not convinced and continued his explanation, hoping Doyoung would get whatever he was trying to make him understand. Doyoung slumped down on the table, Kun’s words becoming white noise to him. With his head resting on his arm, he dragged his eyes towards you. Hell, you look absolutely breathtaking—

Here he goes thinking about you once again, not like he could help it.

TWO: YOUR EYES ALWAYS SEEM TO SEARCH FOR THEM.

Considering that he thinks about you most time of the day, it should have been natural for Doyoung to accept that he likes stealing glances at you. It would have been easy if that was the case. But it’s not.

Every single time he is reminded about you or glances at you, Doyoung tries to convince himself that he does not like you. It is tiring, very tiring since he thinks about you so much that it makes him frustrated.

If he would tell someone about this train of thoughts running through his head, he is one hundred one per cent sure that it would conclude he likes you.

The thought that he might have harboured feelings for you, for unacceptable for him.

He chose to ignore those confusing feelings, shoving them aside. But what he couldn’t control was the way his eyes always gravitated towards you, taking his time to adore you like you were his love interest in some cheesy romance novel.

You looked so ethereal in his eyes, so beautiful that he believed you were the most beautiful person to exist.

He sneaked glances at you now and then and most of the time, you were already looking at him. So when he looked back to admire you out of nowhere, you both were caught off guard and turned away in a beat at being caught.

Kun, who observed this quite often, found it pretty cute and enjoyed teasing Doyoung about this. Doyoung would shake his head, saying he was just spacing out and it was not what Kun thinks. But Kun could see how just two seconds after calling him out, Doyoung’s gaze was fixated on you once again.

THREE: YOU RANDOMLY START PICKING UP THEIR HOBBIES.

Seriously, painting and Doyoung?

Doyoung looks around helplessly in the room filled with what seemed like skilled and passionate students. They all seemed so focused and determined, unlike him who stood there awkwardly, face laced with confusion.

Doyoung should have been studying in the library for the upcoming exam, or doing his laundry that has stacked up for about two weeks now. He should have been anywhere but here, occupied with the set of brushes he has no idea how to use.

Painting never once intrigued Doyoung, so why was he here? Answer: For you.

Through his secret source obviously Kun, he found out you liked to paint in your free time.

To Doyoung, painting was something uninteresting but since you liked it, he was adamant to try it out as this would mean him finally having a common topic to start a conversation with you.

In the past two months, Doyoung got so frustrated with himself that he accepted he liked you, and yes, romantically. He disclosed this to Kun, who didn’t waste a single second to tease Doyoung by revealing he already figured out his “secret” long ago by the way he gawked at you.

And the more Kun teased him, the more Doyoung’s feelings grew and so did his desire to get to know you.

He wanted to start a conversation multiple times but the blush on his cheeks whenever he was with you prevented him from doing so. Doyoung did draft the convo scenes with you in his head, preparing different things to say based on your supposed replies in his imagination.

But to actually start a conversation with you was hard. His mind just goes blank whenever he decides to start a small talk with you, and the script he had prepared for weeks in his head, gets blurry. He stammers, and he blushes.

You too, wanted to talk to him and spend some time together but you didn’t have the courage to. He made you feel so euphoric, it was hard to focus on anything else, including your words.

FOUR: YOU GET FLUSTERED AROUND THEM.

Doyoung’s standing behind you. You are standing in front of him. The proximity is so close that Doyoung could catch the faint smell of your perfume lingering over him.

Kun nudges Doyoung from behind, leaning in and whispering. “You are red like a tomato. Don’t be this obvious.” Doyoung nods. He could feel the loud thumping of his stupid heart and is doing everything in his power to avoid looking at you, not because he doesn’t want to glance at you, but because he knows his heart will beat louder the more he will look at you.

What Doyoung didn’t notice was the way you were being a mess too. Eyes roaming everywhere in nervousness, cheeks painted pink and your friends passing you a teasing look.

You are so sure that Doyoung knows you have a little crush on him, and that didn’t bother you— until now. Because he is behind you, just behind you. The prettiest and kindest man (with utterly attractive hands and a honey like voice) you have ever known is behind you. Your freaking crush is behind you.

It feels awkward, nervous and exciting all at the same time and the adrenaline rushing through your system makes you go numb. Do you look good? Is your hair alright? What about you back? Oh, you should have taken your roommate’s advice and done some back exercises so you weren’t regretting right now. And what about your perfume? Is it still there? What if Doyoung doesn’t like scents?

The train of thought was never ending, and Doyoung could relate too. He should’ve worn something more presentable. The tray in his hands was shaking. Why the hell did Kun pushed him to stand next to you?

“I hate you, Kun.” Kun raised an eyebrow at his words, a small smirk adoring his face as he answered back. “But you also love me for this.”

Doyoung bit back a smile. Kun just knows him too well.

FIVE: YOU GET (UNNECESSARILY) WORRIED ABOUT THEM.

Doyoung has no right to worry about you but it’s the third day he hasn’t seen your pretty face and it’s making him nervous. What if something happened to you? Or what if you left the university?

Millions of baseless thoughts ran through his head, his body stiffening. You couldn’t have gotten sick, right?

But what if you did? Cold sweat broke out on his forehead at the mere thought. Doyoung’s ears perked up hearing the giggles of your friends and he looked at them curiously.

Maybe he should ask them, but wait, wouldn’t it seem extremely suspicious when he would randomly ask about you? Screw it, he says to himself and marches towards your friends.

“Hi.” The sudden appearance of Doyoung made their giggles come to a halt and they were visibly confused. “So, I was saying that..” Shit, he can’t do it.

“Do you have the notes from the previous lesson? I forgot to jot down mine!” He passes them an awkward smile, hoping they won’t catch his unusual behaviour.

“Sure” One of the girls, which he vividly remembers seeing by your side the most, takes out a notebook from her bag, handing it to Doyoung with the same expression as earlier. “Here,” Doyoung mumbles a quiet thank you before completely disappearing.

The girls, confused, shrugged their shoulders and decided to not think much, later joking about how you should have been there.

Doyoug gave Kun his best puppy eyes. “Please.” Kun sighed and asked, “Why can’t you do this?”

“Because it would seem weird.” Kun raised an eyebrow at the reply. “And it wouldn’t when I will?

“No, because even if it will do seem that way, you are not me. That’s why.”

“Your logic is so…….baseless.”

Doyoung clung onto his arm, swinging it in an attempt to persuade him. “Oh come one, please, please.”

Kun closed his eyes. “I am deaf, I can’t hear anything.”

“Please, only you could save me from this misery.”

“Misery? Misery? You not being able to find out why Y/N has not been coming for three days has driven you into misery?” Kun’s voice was laced with sarcasm followed by an eye roll. “And FYI, I don’t even talk to Y/N that much.”

“Well, you can ask just out of curiosity. I am sure they would understand.”

“Then why can’t you do it?”

“Because it feels weird!”

“Just say you are shy.”

“I am not!”

“You are.”

“I am not, okay!?”

“Liar.”

“So?” Doyoung asks in anticipation, eyes full of hope darting at the tired Kun. “She is at her grandma’s. No big deal.”

“That means she is okay, right?” Kun slumps down beside him. “Yeah, I guess.”

Doyoung glares at him. “What do you mean you guess? You didn’t ask?”

“Obviously dude, I am not her boyfriend or something!”

“You had one job. One.”

“Not again.”

SIX: YOU PICK UP THEIR HUMOUR.

caution ▸ cringy dad joke ahead

Doyoung has been observing you every single time so it wasn’t long before he picked up your humour. You were the dad jokes type and while Doyoung wasn’t interested a bit in them, the humour grew on him and now he has made Kun’s life a little harder than it was before.

“Wanna hear a knock joke?” Doyoung grins at the annoyed Kun.

“It’s not like I have a choice.” He mumbled. Doyoung cleared his throat, “Knock Knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Nobel.” There was still that grin on his face when Doyoung waited for Kun to respond. “Ask Nobel who?”

Kun rolled his eyes. “Nobel, who?”

“No bell so I just knocked.” Doyoung bursts into fists of laughter and smacks Kun’s shoulder. “Be real, isn’t it funny?”

“It’s not—” Kun pauses sensing a glare thrown at him “It’s so hilarious, I can’t even laugh!” Kun sends Doyoung a small, scared smile and releases a sigh of relief when Doyoung takes the comment as a positive one.

If Kun is going to stick around Doyoung who will find humour in dad jokes because of you, you both better get married for his unthinkable sacrifice.

SEVEN: YOU IMAGINE A FUTURE WITH THEM.

Doyoung grasps the bouquet of flowers tight in his hands. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and calming his nerves down.

You can do this, Doyoung! He says to himself, glancing at the flowers in his sweaty palms. He is finally doing this, Kim Doyoung is finally asking you out. Seems unreal, right? For Doyoung too.

He had never imagined he would ask you out, but here he is.

He was smitten over you, everyone knew. You were referred to as his crush but that label soon was ripped away when Doyoung started seeing you in a new light. When everything about you seemed more lovely than it could ever be. When your flaws, which he had previously ignored seemed so perfect to him. When instead of getting all nervous and excited, he felt warmth and comfort from your presence.

The tag of a crush got removed and replaced by the one called love.

He imagined doing everything with you, going out on dates, meeting your family, late night celebrations, unexpected calls and what not. It become clear Kim Doyoung was in love with you.

He had finally mustered up the courage to ask you out, for real. His heart was beating a thousand miles per second. He doesn’t know if you were ready for this, or even if you still had feelings for him but he was going to do it. It’s now or never.

Doyoung had called you in a cafe near by, and as much as you were puzzled, you were internally screaming. You were attracted to him, no doubt. He was kind, he was cute. He was everything you looked for in a man. So when you met Doyoung with a bouquet of flowers in his hands and cheeks flushed red, your heart beat synced with his, uncontrollable and messy. Your palms become sweaty as you sat down opposite him.

“Hi, how have you been?” You asked, a smile spread across your lips. The talk started off great. It seemed so pleasant and comfortable with Doyoung and you wished you could stop time. The moment felt surreal.

Doyoung cleared his throat before scratching the back of his nape. “I don’t know how to say this, but I um….I…..like you.” Wait, he what??? “What?”

“I like you.” Your eyes were about to pop off. Are you dreaming? Doyoung noticed your reaction and was quick to say, “We will pretend this never happened if you are not comfortable.”

“No—. Well, I— oh, god. I like you too.” Dooung blinked a few times. Okay, what should he respond with now?

“Here,” He handles the bouquet with utmost gentleness and care. His cheeks you red, and so were yours.

“What I was saying is…..how about we get to know each other first? This would help us to decide if we want to become official or not.”

“Like, get to know each other on ‘dates’?” You asked with a broad smile.

“Yeah, small dates.” he smiled back and finally made eye contact and was washed over with the warmth that spread through his entire body. His shoulders relaxed and leaned in, ready to hear all about you. “So tell me about yourself, Y/N L/N.” You chuckled, the smile never leaving your lips.

You both were over the moon, and the memory easily become your and his favourite.

Doyoung smiled as he closed his diary. Reading his old entries, he felt nostalgic and happy. He glanced at your sleeping figure beside him. One thing that he had never ever regretted was loving you. He was grateful to have you by his side.

You were his first love, and now, his wife.

The diamond ring on your finger sparkled every so slightly in the dim light of your shared bedroom. Doyoung lay down on the bed beside you, staring at your sleeping face with a silly grin on his face.

It was your third wedding anniversary today and you being all excited and proud drank a little too much than you could handle, knocking out soon after. Doyoung, being a smitten man for you found it hilarious, and adorable.

He tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear and continued to look at you with fond eyes over flowing with love. He kissed your forehead. He loves you so much, and nothing can ever change that.

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todayisreveluv · 2 years

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Please please write more ex husband Johnny smut

Ex-Husband Johnny!

Just a short smut for now 🫶🏼

Warnings; smut smut smut <3 and baby talk!

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“Come on~” Johnny growls, finger nails digging into your hips, “I know you got more in you~ give it to me, baby.”

Your body trembles in response as Johnny’s skillful fingers massage your clit.

All 8 inches of him buried deep in you, the fat mushroom tip kissing your cervix, you swear you can every vein of his throbbing cock. He’s been fucking you for an hour and your brain has already gone to mush. Johnny smiles down at you and he pushes all of him in you, pressing his hips into yours. You moan out arching your back. He removes his finger off your clit and brings it to his mouth licking his fingers clean.

“Can’t speak anymore?” He laughs softly, using a free hand to press down on your tummy, “You feel me? I’m right here, baby~”

He looks down at you with hooded eyes, you catch a glimpse of him and he looks like a god above you. His toned abs dripping with sweat and your release. The way he looks at you is dangerous he looked animalistic and you were eating it all up.

Johnny licks the corner of his lip when he sees you staring at all his glory, he leans down to take one of your tits into his mouth. He sucks and bites on your sensitive bud, his hand comes up to massage the other. You whine bringing your hands up to tug at his hair. Your hips instinctively move on their own, you squeeze around him and he groans biting lightly. He pulls away for a moment, kissing your bud.

“Don’t or I’ll really knock you up again.” He says in a octave lower.

You bite your lip and tug his hair softly.

“Please~” you moan when his hand pinches your bud, “give me another baby~”

This sends Johnny into a frenzy. He’s been dying to for another baby and now that you��ve given him the green light there was no going back.

Johnny growls from his chest pulling away, his hand grabs your face and forces you to turn to him. Your hands come up to hold his wrists.

“Don’t fuck with me, princess.” He says lowly.

“M’not!” You whine, “want your baby, Johnny, please~”

“Oh fuck.” He breathes pulling out so his tip is just in you.

He slams himself back in earning a loud moan from you.

“Let’s have another set of twins, hm? You want that right? Let’s make boys this time.” He grunts, “Don’t expect any breaks tonight, I’m getting you pregnant tonight.”

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#nctsmut #nct 127 #nctusmuts #kpopsmuts #nct u #nct johnny #johnny seo #johnny smut #ex husband

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dyoungs · 9 months

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#002 #haechan #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #nct #nctinc #nct dream #nct 127 #kpopedit #kpopco #malegroupsedit #useroro #mg:nct #m:hyuck #ms:sunshine #husband!!

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scarletwinterxx · 10 months

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lee and lily - haechan dad scenario

hello!! just wanted to write a quick haechan fluff. haechan as a girl dad, i just know he'll be the most gentle and caring and whipped dad 🥺😭

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"Honey, I'm home! oh what are you doing there, angelbug?"

Haechan stops by the doorway when he spots his daughter sitting on the bottom step with her arms crossed and a frown on her cute little face

"Time out" his daughter answers with a pout, Haechan had to hold back his laugh just in case you're around watching. He tries not to get in your way whenever you discipline your 4 year-old daughter, he did it once and he ended up in trouble with you too.

You always tell him she's too spoiled, how can he not spoil her though?

Lee Nari, you and Haechan's first born. Baby girl was born on June 06, yes the same day as your husband. The two of you were enjoying his birthday dinner at home with his family when it happened, it was to say the least a very dramatic way of entering the world. Little Nari knew how to announce her entrance, a few hours later she was born.

Since then she's been yours and Haechan's world. You can control yourself when it comes to giving her what she wants and teaching her how the real world works but her father is a whole another story.

If Haechan could, he'd give Nari the world on a silver platter. When she was a newborn, she would make the slightest little baby noise and Haechan would be on his feet checking on her.

You adore it. You love how he loves his daughter. There's no doubt she'll have one man loving her truly for the rest of her life. As long as Haechan is around, Nari would be loved and cared for and protected.

Walking towards his daughter before crouching down to meet her eyes,

"Did you do something that you weren't suppose to?" he asks

"She drew on the wall with markers, then when I asked her if she did it she said Uju did" this time Haechan let out a chuckle when he heard your explanation, looking up the staircase to see you standing with a rag and bottlespray in your hands. Probably cleaning up the mess little Nari made.

"Who knew our dog was an artist" he jokes, he stands up before cupping his hand over Nari's ears "How long has it been?" referring to her being on time out

"Like 5 minutes, atleast talk to her Hyuck. She's getting cheekier and cheekier by the day, and you're not helping" you told your husband, walking down the stair

"I do help" "Yeah, help her with getting away with things" you counter

"Okay, you're not wrong. Not my fault I can't say no to our baby, she can do no wrong in my eyes" he says, you give him a pointed look. One he understood even without words.

"I'll talk to her" he tells you before looking down to Nari

"Let's go, Nari. We'll help mommy clean up, okay?" he says as he picks up his daughter in his arms.

Before the two Lee's make their way upstairs, Haechan speaks again

"Now, what do we say to mommy?" he asks Nari who is currently playing with the button on his shirt

"Sorry, mommy" Nari mumbles

"Doesn't count if you don't look in her eyes. Now try again" he tells her gently.

You don't talk, just stood beside the daddy and daughter duo. Haechan has always been the energetic, all-out type of person. But when he's with his little girl, he's the most gentle man.

The little Lee looks up and look at you with a small pout on her lips, "Sorry, mommy"

Haechan looks at you, waiting for you to succumb under her powers just like he always do. Like he had when he first held her in his arms. Like how he'll always be for the rest of his life.

"Don't do it again okay, and don't lie to mommy when I ask you. I forgive you" you tell her with a small smile. Leaning over to give her a kiss on the head

"Hey, where's my kiss?" Haechan says, earning an eye roll from you but you comply nonetheless.

After all, Nari isn't the only Lee who has you wrapped around their finger.

Giving Haechan a quick kiss on the lips before passing the rag and spray bottle to him. "Goodluck, love you" you tease him, lightly pushing him upstairs.

"You see angellove, there's this thing in your playroom. The coloring books and canvass I got you, you can paint and draw on them all day so that you and I don't have to clean. And mommy won't get mad, she's scary when she's mad"

"Lee Donghyuck!"

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