Sanative

Sanative

Husband!Jeongguk x Pregnant Wife!Reader

WordCount: 19.8k

Genre: Angst, Healing, Smut, Marriage!AU

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions of Small Amounts of Food

Warnings: Heart Breaking Thoughts, Angst, Healing, Emotional, Praise, Fingering, Begging, Daddy Kink, Thigh Riding, Fellatio, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Throat Fucking, Glazed Donut!OC, Cunnilingus, Degradation, Somewhat Dom!Guk, Sub!OC, Squirting, Rough Pregnant Sex, Finger Sucking, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie

A/N: Soooooo this is a fic I’ve been working on since February, FEBRUARY! And it’s finally done. I’m really so so so proud of this fic. I worked super hard on it. It’s a fic about love and healing, coming back to a loved one after something shakes their relationship to the core. It’s uplifting and comforting and it makes my heart warm. I hope you guys enjoy it! Really huge thank you to @xjoonchildx​, @ladyartemesia​, @ppersonna​ for sticking with me and reading every little change I’ve made to it!

Silence – the absence of sound is sometimes deafening.

In silence, true silence, other sounds tend to bleed in like a gentle hum.

In Jeon Jeongguk’s silence everything is always louder – the clock ticking away seconds, the sound of his own heart beating catastrophically slow, the sound of gentle breathing across the room.

It drives him insane.

It drives him up the wall.

He’s been so used to sitting in silence that everything just sounds so fucking loud.

The way nails are currently scratching against the rich fabric of the arm chair across from him.

The sound of a bus honking in the distance.

It all resounds through his skull.

“-Guk. Jeongguk?”

Taking a sharp breath, he looks up at the nail scratching culprit.

“Yes, Dr. Kim,” he breathes, loosening his tie.

“Namjoon, please. Do you-Do you want to talk about your progress this week?” Kim Namjoon inquires, looking down at his clipboard.

Guk tilts his head, watching Namjoon’s fingers card through the multitude of sheets.

What has he written down?

“There’s been no progress this week.” he replies, looking down at his lap.

Dr. Kim nods astutely. “Well it takes time for people to come back to themselves… as well as others after what your wife went through. It’s only natural.”

The only thing that Jeongguk thinks is how unnatural life is at the moment.

“Are you experiencing anger?”

Yes.

“Experiencing grief or loss for what your life used to be?”

Oh, yes.

“Are you trying to be strong for her when you can barely stand on your own?”

Fuck, yes.

“No.” Jeongguk states, looking up at the therapist.

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Why not prompt 28 about improper thoughts for some historical-ish piece? Like, Eren and Reader were so in love and engaged, but Reader's family was watching her like hawks so they don't get frisky with each other - but now they're on their wedding night, they can finally give in to their feelings 👀 If this is okay of course !

Note: Just because this ended up being such a long one, and you guys both requested #28, I'm just gonna combine these asks if that's ok <3 and I'm gonna change the prompt just a liddo bit...Gonna make it a royal AU and make this a bedding ceremony.

Eren’s Birthday Bash 🎉

event masterlist <- check out the Masterlist for all the other drabbles I’ve written these past few days! ❤️

Send me a scenario + a smut prompt I’ll write a quick drabble!

28: “Each of my thoughts about you are improper” 22: "Can you feel what you're doing to me?"

Genre: FLUFFFFFFFF, arranged marriage royalty AU, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers all in one!

lmfao honestly I just loved the TV show Reign so much this is all entirely based on the consummation ceremony after their wedding.

CW: technically they do this after drinking wine so, dubcon due to alcohol use?, virginity loss, public sex in front of people (common practice back in monarchies), penetrative sex, creampie

Length: 5.6K……….. don’t ask……..this is basically a full fic

Tagging @kaiochi hehe

TY to Kana for beta reading this and screaming at me about how fluffy it is 🥰 kith kith

Even for a prince, Eren was lucky. It wasn't every day that arranged marriages worked out for royals.

You, a princess from another kingdom, and him, second in line for the throne behind his elder brother—you two were engaged before you even took your first steps, betrothed to one another as part of an alliance between your two kingdoms. As part of this agreement, you, along with a handful of your servants and your ladies-in-waiting, were sent from the age of 13 to live in the castle with the royal family of Paradis. You were already betrothed, so there was no use for you back in your own kingdom. Logic served that you were better off living with your fiancée and his family, soon to become your family, because as a princess in your own kingdom, fourth in the line of succession behind your several brothers, there was no chance of you becoming queen anyway.

At first you protested, of course. Why would you want to be ripped away from your loving and doting mother, your protective and caring siblings, or your wise and gentle father? You had a perfect family, living the life of a carefree princess that had no chances of being a ruler. Unfortunately, becoming betrothed to the second-in-line of Paradis meant that your chances at a responsibility-free life were now zero.

But once you got to know Eren your reservations about the engagement vanished completely.

You were used to your older brothers—they were loud, crass, always wrestling each other and gawking at the ladies. But Eren, Eren was the opposite: a picture-perfect Prince Charming if any. He was reserved when you two first met at the age of 13, red to the tips of his ears when he gazed upon his future wife for the first time. You thought he was cute, especially when he looked at you with the most expressive green eyes, shining like emeralds in the afternoon sun as he walked with you around the garden. He let you hold onto his arm as you walked together, and at first it was a little awkward. Eren wasn't very good with conversation—partly because he was so nervous about meeting you for the first time, and mostly because he wasn't expecting you to be so beautiful.

Eren had heard about you only from the words of his parents. No one in the castle knew much about you, save for letters exchanged between both of your parents before you were sent to live in Paradis. For the first 13 years of his life, you were but a name, the girl who Eren would eventually meet and eventually wed. And to you, Eren and Paradis were both an end to your treasured life at home. You were disappointed, and even afraid of the unknown. But that was the life of a princess with no claims to the throne—a bargaining piece, an offering to a prince. For those first 13 years, you pushed the thought of him to the back of your mind, opting to enjoy the short time in your homeland.

But Eren was always thinking about you, curiosity getting the best of him. He always wondered: were you going to be agreeable, or act the part of a spoiled royal? Would he enjoy talking to you, or would he rather plug his ears with cotton? Would he find you beautiful, or would he be disappointed? As soon as he had become aware of his betrothal, he was plagued with so many questions that he feared to learn the answers to.

He knew at the end that getting married and continuing his lineage was part of his duties as a royal and that he had no choice in the matter—he'd seen his older brother Zeke take a wife and welcome a child just a few years ago. He knew, however, that Zeke and his wife weren't actually in love. In fact, by the amount of arguing and complaining about each other, it was obvious that they hated each other. They were just paired together and forced to live the part of a crowned prince and princess, the lives that they were born into. And something about that felt wrong to Eren: he didn't want to be forced to marry someone he didn't love, let alone someone he didn't even tolerate.

But it turned out that he didn't just learn to tolerate you—he learned to love you. You, with your contagious smiles and laughter, pulled Eren right out of that bubble of shyness and brought out the brash, adventurous boy that he was underneath it all. All the years that you two spent together before you came of age were filled with happiness and laughter. Whether it was running away from your servants together to go watch the stars, spending time on horseback out in the trails, sneaking into the nearby towns dressed as commoners—every day with Eren was an adventure. So much so you'd almost forgotten the real reason you were at the castle. Because for all that time, it just felt like you got to live with your best friend.

He never expected a princess to be so carefree, so honest all the time—and it enraptured him like anything else. The letters your parents sent said you were a bit rambunctious and perhaps a troublemaker, but Eren came to learn that you were much more than that. You were kind and radiated warmth with your smiles, filling his chest with butterflies every time you laughed. He wished to be more like you, to be in your shadow, to explore every inch of the castle and sneak off to every village he could think of, all to see that look of amazement and happiness in your eyes. He wondered if sunlight could be captured and molded into an earthly form, if it would look like you. Sunlight breathed life into the nature around you, but you came to be the one to breathe life into him.

At times—when you both remembered that you weren't just friends but one day would be husband and wife, maybe even a King and Queen—those moments were punctuated by bashfulness. Like when Zeke and his wife welcomed another baby, and Eren's mother, the Queen Carla, had suggested with a smile that she hoped to see you and Eren have one of your own. That managed to make you and Eren, both 16 and raging with hormones, absolutely flustered to all hell.

Over the years you'd both developed such deep feelings for each other that there was no denying that you wanted such a thing. But you and Eren hadn't even kissed much less done anything like that. You did think improper thoughts about him often... he was incredibly handsome, and he was to become your husband, so it was only natural. But as a princess those thoughts had to stay as just that: thoughts. For the sake of your virtue, at least until your wedding ceremony, you had to remain pure. After that, Eren would be your husband, and any such scandalous thoughts about him were welcome, wanted, even.

Not that Eren ever made it known, but he also thought about you like that often... often enough that he wondered if he'd become a pervert with age. What once used to be innocent trips on horseback together, or dips in the river for a swim on a hot day—simple things that you'd done so many times over the years turned to moments where he'd find himself longing to touch you more, to look at you in ways that he shouldn't, at least not until you were wed.

Truly, your wedding couldn't come fast enough.

For the sake of keeping a lid on your growing physical desires for one another, neither of you mentioned it for months leading up to the ceremony. It was a topic neither of you ever talked about, if only because with every coming day, you were closer and closer to it. It being your wedding, your union and... your physical union as well. You two didn't even dare dwell on your feelings either, for that matter. It was better, for both your sakes, to keep those kind of thoughts stored away in your minds under lock and key.

It all came to a head when your wedding was a week away. The castle was a flurry of preparations for the ceremony, yet you and Eren still hadn't even confessed to each other, even after all these years. It was almost laughable, that you'd been engaged to him all your life and still you had no idea if he wanted to be engaged to you.

He'd gone out with you on horseback, "one final ride out before the wedding" he'd said. And while you normally would trace a path around the castle that was lined with guards and made for horseback riding, today Eren led you down a different route, one you'd never gone before in all the years of riding together.

"Where are we going, Eren?"

He turned back to you with a smile, his loose hairs that weren't tied back whipping around his face. Even with his less-than-regal clothing (just a simple pair of slacks and a button down black shirt), he looked positively radiant in the sunlight. All he'd said was, "You'll see, we're almost there, princess."

You followed him further and further down this unmarked trail, through brush and trees, until finally you'd reached a clearing: a meadow, full of yellow and purple flowers, surrounded by trees. A small oasis away from the castle, where you two could be alone.

What did Eren have in mind, bringing you here?

You stopped your horse right next to his. He turned to you and said, "Hope this is okay. Just wanted to talk before...well, you know." Even now he was too bashful to say it, pink painting his cheeks despite his smile cast at you.

"Of course it's okay, 'Ren," you told him, hopping off your horse and tying it to the nearest tree. He did the same, and then he reached out for you. You held onto his arm as he led you the short distance to the clearing, holding onto you as you lifted the skirt of your dress and stepped over the harsh rocks and tree roots, and even as you stepped into the gentle earth of the meadow.

When you made it to the center, he gestured for you both to sit down. You sat next to the each other, crossed-legged but facing opposite ways, so his right shoulder brushed right against yours. He wanted to sit like this, if only to be able to be face-to-face with you when he spoke his last words before your vows.

"The wedding... is it what you want?" were the first words that slipped past his lips, hushed and timid. Uncertain. Like he was afraid of your answer, that perhaps there was a chance you'd say no.

"Eren... we've been betrothed since we were babies," you laughed. The question seemed silly to you—even if you didn't want to, what choice did you both have in the matter? But when you looked up at Eren, his gaze was serious. Nervous, even.

"I know... I know neither of us have been given much of a choice. Even the ceremony—the priest will read our scripted vows and everyone will have to watch us... you know..." He wouldn't dare talk about that right now. You turned away, flustered at the insinuation.

He continued, "There won’t be a chance for us to really say what we feel. I just…” his left hand nervously picked at the flowers on the ground, pulling them out by their roots. He took a deep breath and turned his head up to stare deeply into your eyes. His were a pool of green reflecting you and the pretty yellow flowers around you. And more importantly, they were so clear, they reflected his honesty. “I just want you to know how I feel before it happens. And I’d like to know your feelings too, princess.”

This was the most you both had ever really talked about it—avoiding the topic at all costs for so many years. But you already knew exactly how you felt in your heart.

“I do want this, Eren,” you told him, reflecting that honest gaze back with your own. “I want it so bad I’ve been dreaming of the day for years.”

Relieved, with a smile and his signature tinted cheeks, he replied with, “Me too.” He dropped whatever flowers he had ripped out of the earth, bringing up his right hand to brush over your cheek. “Even if we weren’t betrothed by our parents so many years ago… I’d still marry you this instant.”

Your hand cupped over his own as you asked him, “Are you nervous?”

“Nervous for the wedding?” You nodded. “Not at all. I’m excited, if only because it means you’ll be my wife. And you’ll look so beautiful.”

You felt your heart racing in your chest—Eren had never expressed these kind of thoughts about you. Everything had been strictly friendly, always stopping yourselves before anything you did turned even slightly romantic.

“You’re going to look so handsome too, I’m sure of it. You already are.” You told him, letting your thoughts flow freely past your lips. As you peered into his face you’d thought to yourself that he’d grown so much—from that awkward and shy young boy you met, to this handsome and refined young prince. A man worthy of being a husband. And maybe even one day a king.

You moved your hand that was on top of his, to brush back his loose hair behind his ear. He was deathly still as you did so, feeling the touch of your fingers featherlight across his skin.

He says, barely above a whisper, “So you think I’m handsome?”

“Yes,” your fingers rest behind his ear. “Perhaps a bit brash, but handsome and charming nonetheless,” you smile, just a bit of teasing in your voice. “What about me?”

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful, princess” he says, rubbing his thumb across you cheek again, “Just about died the first time I saw you.”

You laughed just a little at his boyish expression. “Is that true?”

“It’s still true,” he replied. “I’ll have to request they’ll be a doctor present at the wedding just in case.”

You both laughed at that, and Eren didn’t think he could be happier than he was right then, hearing the soft sounds of your laughter surrounded by the beauty of these flowers.

I love you

It’d gone quiet, and Eren was blinking himself out of a trance when he realized that you’d stopped laughing.

“You do?” You asked him.

He didn't realize he'd said that out loud, but there was no use denying it. Not to his future wife. "I do."

"'Ren?"

He always loved that when it was just you two, you never called him by his title. Even now his name sounded so sweet coming from you, that he wanted to hear it forever.

Actually, the next four words you said were the words he'd rather hear you say forever:

"I love you too."

His thumb traced over your cupid bow as he said, "I really want to kiss you..."

"Don't you want to wait until the wedding?" You asked, your lips brushing against his finger with every word.

"What is a wedding, anyway?" He mused as your brows stitched together. "Is it not just a proclamation of love?"

"Well... there's the vows and—"

"I, Eren Jaeger, take you to be my wife," he started, as your eyes widened in surprise. "Promise to stand by you, to cherish you, and to love you with every beat of my heart 'till my last breath. How's that for a vow?"

"It's wonderful Eren..." You looked up at him as you spoke your own vow, "I take you to be my husband..." you started, with a shaky voice as he practically beamed at you in return, "promise to love you in joy and in sorrow, through strength and through weariness, as long as I shall live."

"Do you hear that?" He asked with a playful smile, his emerald eyes flickering up towards the sky.

"Hear what, 'Ren?"

He leaned in closer, taking your face in his hands. "I think they're saying 'you may now kiss the bride'"

You started to laugh but he cut you off with a kiss. Your first kiss, you realized, as his lips melded against yours. He felt a warmth in his chest, realizing you'd placed your hand above his heart. He leaned in further, tilting his head, deepening the kiss. It was heavy with years of longing, punctuated by a sigh of relief and the tiniest of whimpers. Though it definitely showcased your mutual inexperience, with the occasional clicking of teeth and the giggle as you bumped noses, it was perfect.

When he pulled away Eren looked down at your lips, plump and glossy with his kiss. "Was that okay?"

"Can we do it again?" You asked him, wishing it never stopped.

Despite how much he wanted to, he knew he couldn't. He chuckled at your eagerness. "I think we'll have to save that for the ceremony. Because if we start now... I don't know if we'll be able to stop."

"Eren, I... don't want our first time to be in front of all those people," you admitted, gazing away from Eren in your embarrassment. The consummation ceremony was something that you'd feared more and more as the days approached. It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders to share your fears aloud with Eren.

"I'm sorry, but it has to be, princess," he said, brushing a stray lock of your hair away from your face. You laid back against the flowers, staring at the sky as you sighed. "I'm not fond of it either...." He laid down in the field next to you, and his fingers traced over the skin of your forearm. He held his head propped up by his elbow, gazing down at you. "But after the ceremony you're free to do whatever you want to do, princess. We can do all the kissing you want to...or more if you're so inclined..."

Having never talked about this before, he wasn't sure how comfortable you'd be with this conversation, so he erred on the side of caution.

Yet, without thinking, you blurted out as you looked over at him, "I am certainly inclined..."

Eren's laughter to that was so loud it echoed in the clearing, contagious enough to elicit laughter from you too.

"Who knew my princess was secretly a lecher?" he teased.

"I am not!" You protested. In a quieter voice you added, "I just suppose sometimes... my thoughts about you are a little improper..."

"Well..." he started, with just a bit of a mischievous quality to his smile, "Let's get through the ceremony, and then you can tell me all about them."

"Are you ready, princess?"

Eren's voice called out to you from where he sat on his knees before you, pulling you from the sea of anxiety that threatened to swallow you whole. Your eyes darted around the bedroom, seeing all the faces of your ladies-in-waiting, your servants, the members of the church, and the royal family. An entire audience gathered with the sole purpose of watching you lose your virginity.

Your mind was just slightly dazed, having drank heaps of ceremonial wine during the festivities for your wedding, as well as the traditional wine reserved for the bedding ceremony. But even in your haze you understood the nervous feeling that prickled under your skin.

Eren could see it on your face, pained with uncertainty.

"It's okay, I'm here," he reassured you, a hand gently rubbing your thigh.

You nodded and the servants took that as a signal to draw the sheer curtains around the bed. At least there was some semblance of privacy. For modesty's sake, you and Eren both wore thin white linen clothing over your chests, though you wore nothing else. He slipped under the blanket, covering you both from the waist down. And as the final curtain drew shut, it was time for the ceremony to begin.

Eren, despite being nervous himself, kept his composure. He had to, if only for your sake.

"We can start slow, okay?" He asked, placing his hands on your knees. He rubbed over them softly, encouragingly.

"Okay," you nodded.

Eren spread your knees apart, looking towards your face for any signs of doubt. He leaned in over you and asked, "Is it okay if I kiss you?"

"Please, Eren," you told him, "I want you to."

Eren, with his chest hovering right over yours and his hands on either sides of your jaw, kissed you as hard as he could. It tasted both sweet and spiced, remnants of the wines you'd both had throughout the celebrations. Your hands came to his sides, bunching up the fabric of his thin shirt in your fists, a desperate bid at holding onto him as you tried to relax into his hold and sink further into the bedsheets.

When you broke apart, just your lips ghosting above each other, so close you could feel each other's breath on your skin—your eyes darted around the room again. Eren held onto your chin and turned you to face him.

"Don't think about them. It's just you and me, okay?"

You met his firm emerald gaze with your own, nodding. You kept your eyes squarely on his between each heated kiss. He didn’t stop until he felt your muscles relax and your head rest against the pillow.

Your hands wrapped around his neck as he pressed his forehead against yours. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and calming his nerves, before opening them again. He couldn’t help but smile when he locked eyes with you again.

“Eren… how are you so calm?” You whispered to him, “I feel so nervous…”

He took one of your hands off of his neck, and placed it squarely above his heart. Even through the linen you felt it thrashing wildly in his chest.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” He asked softly. “I’m the same as you, princess. Just as nervous. But I've wanted this for so long...the whole kingdom could be here watching and I'd still want you.”

Your lips parted to tell him how you wanted him too, but your words got stifled by a whimper as his lips traced down the column of your throat. Instead of words, you opted to show him: you held on tighter to his neck and wrapped your legs tight around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper into you. With his lips he painted your unsullied skin with his sin, the first and only man to ever touch you like this. When you'd pulled him so close to you that there was no room left, you felt him hard and eager between your legs.

"Princess..." he murmured against your shoulder before pulling up to face you once more. He brushed over your lips with his thumb, just as he had back in the clearing. Only this time, he was so clearly overtaken by lust, his gaze lidded and pupils so wide all traces of green were gone. "Can we..."

"Yes...I want to," you replied, your focus entirely on your husband. You'd practically forgotten about your audience now, them impatiently waiting for you both to finish as they stood behind the curtains.

He didn't take his eyes off of you for a moment, even as his hand slipped down between you both to touch you, to prepare you for him. He went slowly, purposefully, with gentle reassurances of how well you were doing, and how pretty and beautiful you were, his lovely wife. God, he still couldn't believe after all this time—to finally call you his wife... he smiled at the thought, looking down at you as you writhed and moaned so pretty under his touch. He wasn't an expert by any means, never having done this himself, but he knew from awkward conversations with his father that the first time would hurt for you if he rushed it.

As he sat on his knees he pulled his two fingers out of you, coated in your slick, and rubbed it onto his length with a closed fist around his shaft. He grit his teeth and bit back a groan at the sensation, watching as you held your legs spread open for him. You were flustered, he could tell by your face, but as Eren lined himself up with you, you began to feel prickles of excitement behind the nervousness. You reached out to him, to grab onto the fabric over his chest once more. He shot you a questioning look.

"I'm okay, 'Ren." For the first time during the ceremony you called him by the name that you'd only ever reserved for his ears, a smile at the corners of your lips as your legs squeezed him at either of his sides.

He nodded and then you felt it: the tip of his cock as it pushed against your entrance. You gasped almost immediately, casting your gaze down towards where you were connected, but all you could see was the fabrics of your shirts and the cloth of the blankets on your bodies.

"Look at me," Eren said to you, "Wanna see your face, princess."

When you did meet his gaze, he repeated, "Just keep your eyes on me."

And then it started: the pain of being stretched for the first time as he pushed his way in as delicately as he could manage. You gasped and winced as he split you apart, hands gripping tightly onto his shirt, the bedsheets, anything they could reach.

"Erennn," you whined his name, a dull ache as he pushed in little by little.

"I know...a bit more, okay?" In reality, it was barely the tip that was even in and you were already so impossibly tight around him.

"Ah-okay, okay."

He pulled out just a little and pushed back in, gaining an inch in the process. The action had you mewling against him, your thighs squeezing at his sides again. A positive reaction. So he did it again. And a third time, which had him halfway inside you. Something about pulling out and pushing back in felt good even despite the pain, earning soft moans from you.

When he stopped, to his chagrin he heard you say, "Again."

"So impatient, you lecher," he chuckled, but his tone was gentle. Then, again he did the motion, slowly, letting you ride out each wave of pain until it turned into pleasure. It was abysmally slow, but it was reassuring, it was exactly what you needed. And it made you so glad to be Eren's wife.

When Eren was finally fully sheathed inside you, you both paused for a moment, realizing that, yes, finally, you were connected like this. The feeling of being stuffed like this, of having him so deep inside you, it couldn't be described as anything less than being full.

"Are you alright?" He asked when you'd gone silent on him.

"I'm so... so full," you said, voice dazed as you stared back into the black pools of desire that were his pupils.

"I feel it... it's tight. Warm." He sighed, eyebrows stitched together as he concentrated on not coming immediately. "It feels so good."

He dragged his cock out to the tip, an experiment to see how it would feel to pump his whole length into you. When he did so, it felt incredible. Even his brain felt foggy, and not because of the wine, drunk on the pleasure that he gained from being inside you like this.

It still stung a little for you, a dull ache that subsided little by little with each patient stroke and slow thrust of his hips. He switched positions, shifting from sitting on his knees to leaning over you, his hands holding onto the headboard behind your head for support. The angle had him deeper inside you, the feeling so intense it had you gasping for air once more. But by the way your legs tightened around his waist and your fingers dug into his shoulders, he knew you were slipping farther and farther away from pain and closer to the pleasure he was feeling.

And then he heard a faint "oh."

It was like a switch had gone off, and suddenly there wasn't a single bit of pain. Each push and pull of his body felt good, so, so good.

"Oh—Ren, it's—“

"Feels good?"

"Yes, Yes."

He buried his face into your neck as he rocked into you, the beginnings of a steady rhythm starting as you both began to feel the pleasures of lovemaking, his hands holding onto the headboard above you for stability. He was quiet save for his heavy breathing in your ear, until he heard the sounds of your moans leaving your lips.

“Baby?” He asked you, low enough for only you to hear.

“Mhm?”

“Keep quiet, okay?” He kissed at your shoulder as he did a particularly deep thrust that had you swallowing a sob. “Don’t want anyone to hear your pretty voice but me.”

You bit down on your lip to stifle your moans, trading them in for hushed whimpers as Eren moved back and forth into you. You were both so relieved it didn't hurt anymore, succumbing to the pleasure that you were able to give each other. He switched it up, on some thrusts hitting so deep you had to sob, and on others opting for quick and shallow, making you ultra-sensitive. He was still learning what to do, what felt good for the two of you. And he vowed that after this ceremony he would spent as long as it took to learn what you liked and perfect it, if only to please you.

He felt your fingers around his neck, felt them dig into his hair and tug on his strands. "'Ren, want you to kiss me," you breathed out, craving the touch of his lips on yours once more. He let go of the headboard, instead framing your cheeks with his palms, kissing you deeply like he wished to consume you as he grinded his hips into you, over and over.

He broke apart from you to take in a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his forehead against yours, as your walls clamped down on him. You were getting tighter and tighter by the moment, each thrust pulling you towards the edge, and he was being pulled right along with you by your body.

"Princess you're so—god, you're so tight right now," he sighed, his voice strained. He felt it himself, the way he was coming so close to his release.

"It just feels so—oh, god—just so, good, 'Ren."

"I know—I know," he leaned down to kiss you again as he moved faster, to swallow the moans and cries that could no longer stay caged behind your lips. He opened his eyes just to peer at you, mouthing the words "so beautiful" as he watched you come undone, sweat tainting your brow, your lips forming a little 'o' as you choked on a sob. All for him.

It couldn't have even been a couple seconds longer until he reached his peak too, the gradually winding coil in his body snapping with a fury at the feeling of your orgasm squeezing him tight inside you. It was so foreign, to feel how warm and wet it was as he came so deep inside you. You both stilled for a moment as your body throbbed and his own shuddered with each load he pumped into you, his body draining itself of everything it had to give you. You felt it, the way he twitched and throbbed inside you and he groaned against your neck, his chest heaving with his attempts at catching his breath.

You shared a lazy smile when you finished, Eren’s lips grazing your forehead as his fingers danced along your flushed skin. You’d even forgotten you weren’t the only two in the room, until there was shuffling of feet and chattering of guests as they left, satisfied with what they’d seen. You and Eren shared a look of surprise, the both of you lost in a world of your own until you’d been reminded that this was a ceremony and not the privacy of your bedroom.

When all the viewers had left, and it was just you and Eren alone, his first words to you were: “I love you, princess.” Despite his dazed, worn-out, slightly drunken stare, there was nothing but affection behind it and love laced with his words.

“I love you too ‘Ren,” you smiled, tucking his messy loose hair back behind his ear. It was for nothing, because the second he leaned down to kiss you again his locks slipped out of place once more. So you twirled them with your fingers instead.

“That was… better than I imagined it to be,” Eren said with a sigh, shifting under the covers until he was laying next to you, facing you.

“Yeah…” with just a tiny teasing grin you said, “wanna try again?”

Eren laughed, the sound so deep but so gentle, affectionate even. “Slow down, princess.” He placed a kiss to your temple and added, “We’ll have a whole lifetime to love each other, won’t we?”

“Yeah…we will.”

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pairing: sub!jake/afab reader

summary: you and jake are on a roadtrip for his birthday and he can’t keep his dick in his pants

warnings: car sex, very light choking kink, unsafe sex, light degradation kink

requested: yes!

word count: 1.6K

a/n: happy nasty nineteen jakey! ♥

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Delphinium. part 2.

ao3 |   part 1 | m.list

(del·phin·i·um /delˈfinēəm/) is a type of flower representative of spiritual growth and change in flower language.

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wordcount  → 23.045k

pairing→ Mark Lee x female reader

description → You should have known that when he said he loved you after such a small act of intimacy, he wasn’t thinking with his dick. Quite frankly, he didn’t know how to. You also should have known that by being his first, he probably wanted you to be his last.

content → religious mark, possessive behavior and jealousy, loss of virginity, pagan reader, a lot of fluff, coming to terms, happy ending, smut obviously, mark falls in love violently and deliberately, all characters in this fic are in their 20s

note → This part is not stand alone; you need to read the first part to understand.

 not proof read bc im not about that life. 

It’s also a lot less religion heavy since they’d established some sort of thing between each other. In other words, that hurdle has already been jumped over.

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pink or blue | johnny suh [M]

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

PAIRING // johnny suh x fem!reader

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

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

WORD COUNT // 10.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Then why are you drinking it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is Daeun still asleep?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not trying to prove anything."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Need you inside, please..."

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

"W-Wait, Johnny..."

"Hm?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But I don't wanna shower yet."

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And we can get the baby tomorrow?"

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

"Okay... you promise?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes... please, yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh..."

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

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

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

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

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

"Then start talking, sweetheart."

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

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

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

"I think Daeun wants a sibling."

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

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

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

"What did you tell her?"

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

"What did you want to say?"

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

"How long have you wanted this?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can't, Johnny..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmh..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything," he replies.

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

"Throw these away for me, please?"

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

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

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

"You're sappy."

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

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

"Exactly!"

▸▸ family adventures — jake sim

— synopsis: your husband, jake, takes you and your daughter on vacation to gift you a break from work.

— genre: fluff, dad!au, husband!au, time skip!au // warnings: a mention of trying for a baby + a slight mention of shirtless jake // word count: 2.0k // requested

— author note: welcome to the second drabble of my jake bday set (reading the first one isn’t necessary)! i must admit, this def could’ve used a better title, but i ran out of ideas and this was the best i could come up with :/ also, after a few hours of me posting this from my queue, it’ll be jake’s bday, so happy jake day in advance! yay <3

nearly four years ago, you announced to your husband that you were pregnant. at the time, that was one of your and jake’s happiest moments, until about nine months later, when you were at the hospital, holding your baby girl in your arms as she rested on your chest, just minutes old.

seeing her and hearing her voice for the first time, that was the happiest moment of jake’s life, besides the day he married you, of course.

after being born in the midst of korea’s chilly winter, you two decided to name your newborn “eira,” meaning “snow.”

after having raised her for an exhausting, but most joy-filled three years, you two never really got a break. you recalled that the last time you actually took a vacation was while you were pregnant with eira. jake took you to his hometown to visit his parents so that they could see and congratulate you two in person.

you thought back to the wonderful memory, missing the feeling of travelling and exploring new places. you had been working many long hours almost every day for years now. jake watched as you would come home tired after work, week after week, and take care of eira, make her food, and do the best you could to spend time with the family.

part of being a mom was sacrifice, and jake always appreciated that about you. of course there were also sacrifices made on his end, and he always did his best to support you and help out so that you only had to do the bare minimum.

going through this time, there were some ups and downs in your and jake’s relationship, always coming home tired and more emotional than usual, especially recently. there were many arguments, but you two always worked them out in the end, and slowly, you were finding a healthy way to balance all the events in your life.

jake decided it was about time you got a break, and he planned a vacation for the three of you. at first, he was going to keep it a surprise, but his plan didn’t exactly go; being the honest person he was, he couldn’t keep such a significant event a secret from his wife.

when you found out from him where he was taking you, your eyes immediately lit up, “are you serious?! we’re going to fiji?!”

you weren’t sure if he was joking.

“where did you get this kind of money?” you asked, skeptical.

he laughed, “y/n, love, i know you’ve been wanting to get away, and we’ve saved up enough to go. don’t worry, i got this all planned and figured out already.”

he left a short kiss on your lips, causing your small pout to rise into a smile, unable to hide your growing excitement.

weeks later, you were boarding the plane to fiji and your daughter was crying in your husband’s arms as you three found your seats. this was a very contrasting scene to the one that was happening just minutes ago at the gate when eira was on jake’s lap, giggling to no end as he entertained her.

“why are you crying, baby?” jake asked with a soft voice, his eyes staring down intently into hers as she sat in his lap.

“i’m scared,” she expressed in between sobs.

she reached up to wipe her eyes, but jake got to it first, removing the tears on her soft, tiny cheeks with his thumbs.

“it’s okay, eira,” he brought her head towards his lips before leaving a kiss on her forehead. “taking off will be so smooth, you probably won’t even be able to tell we left the ground.”

but perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, as eira’s cries only grew louder once the plane was in the air.

her ears were in agony. this was her first time flying, and this was something you and jake were scared of. it broke your heart watching as she cried, clutching her ears with her tiny fists as she sucked on a piece of her favourite candy that you gave her in attempts to soothe the suffering.

she was sitting in the chair between you and your husband, and after the pain subsided, she eventually fell asleep, her head leaning against your arm as soft breaths left her lips.

after a long and exhausting journey, you three finally arrived at your destination and got to the resort jake had booked, which happened to be one of those huts in a village on top of the bright, sparkling blue water.

this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you couldn’t believe you got to experience it yourself with your family.

you got to stay there for three days, and one of the first things you three did was go for a swim in a small, private beach by your resort.

eira enjoyed her time there playing with the sand, making castles and fun shapes, and her dad helped her by bringing her wet sand, and you helped by digging holes here and there.

during the time at the beach, because eira didn’t want to get into the water, you and jake got some time to yourself as you went swimming just meters away from your three-year-old, since you obviously couldn’t leave her completely alone.

laughs of thrill and excitement left your lips as your husband carried you bridal style, running into the water. once you two were deep enough in, he didn’t hesitate in submerging you completely, and as he did, squeals left your lips. you immediately popped your head out of the water and wiped your face with your hands, playfully glaring at jake before splashing him with water. this quickly escalated into a water fight, like two young kids having the time of their childhood.

it all eventually ended with jake grabbing you by the waist, holding your body securely in his arms and planting a loving kiss on your lips. your hands snaked up his bare shoulders and around his neck.

after a few seconds, you suddenly pulled back, remembering eira was still at the shore. your eyes landed on her and you let out a sigh of relief, seeing her there, still busy with building her tiny wonderland.

you turned your head back to your husband whose gaze shortly followed yours. you took a moment to admire his features before his lips pulled into that smile that you fell so deeply in love with. your eyes trailed down to his lips before leaning in for another kiss.

because you arrived in fiji in the morning, you were lucky to have the whole day ahead of you. unfortunately however, jet lag seemed to be against you three as you ended up taking a family nap with eira lying between you two, all of you falling immediately asleep after washing up.

after an hour or two, jake’s eyes fluttered open as they adjusted to the light that still filled the room. he took in his surroundings, realizing he woke up on the edge of the bed and eira took up most of his side. he wondered to himself how she migrated so far in such a short amount of time and smiled before leaving a soft kiss on her forehead.

he lifted his head up to check on you, and watched as you and eira breathed heavily, signifying that you were both still deeply asleep.

he was very careful to not wake either of you as he sat up quietly. he made his way over to your side of the bed and laid down beside you, immediately taking you in his arms. you stirred slightly before opening your eyes tiredly. jake noticed this and left a kiss on your head as you saw the three-year-old had taken up almost his whole side of the mattress. you adjusted your body and laid your head and hand on his chest. he held you close with his palm resting on the lower part of your back, rubbing small circles on the exposed skin under your shirt, falling asleep in each other’s arms within minutes.

before you knew it, it was already the next day, and you three were getting ready to go on an excursion out on the water later. you were already dressed, and jake was getting ready. it usually took him a good few minutes before he was ready to go, so while he was, you prepared a little surprise you had been planning for the last couple weeks.

you got eira and helped her change into an outfit you had bought her for this moment onward.

“shh, eira! you have to keep it down,” you laughed as eira couldn’t contain her giggles and squeals as she fiddled with her shirt.

suddenly her dad came out from the bathroom, all dressed and ready.

your back was facing jake as you hid eira from his view, and your eyes went wide, giving her a signal, telling her it’s time.

“ready to go?” he asked.

“not quite,” you answered, standing up. “there’s something we have to do first.”

he looked at you curiously before his eyes landed on what was printed on eira’s t-shirt, ‘big sister.’

he was immediately confused and you watched as his brows furrowed and his head tilted slightly to the side, a habit of his ever since you first met him. his initial thought was why you would buy her a shirt that didn’t even apply to her.

but then it hit him. and his eyes went wide faster than the blink of an eye. eira began laughing with joy.

he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, and you smiled before he buried his face into his hands. you didn’t hesitate in walking over and taking him in your arms. he hugged you back tightly before making eye contact with eira, gesturing for her to come over and join you both, and she immediately came running. he separated from you, kneeling down to engulf his daughter in his arms.

you and jake had been trying for another baby for a little while after eira brought up the idea of having a younger sibling. and thinking about it for some time, you two agreed that you wanted another, so finding out that you were pregnant again was a wonderful surprise for him.

he had a difficult time expressing his joy with words while he was still in a state of shock, but you could tell he was ecstatic, especially by the wide smile he presented to both of you and the slight tears in his eyes.

“you’re gonna be a big sister, eira!” jake exclaimed, and she jumped up and down in excitement.

he looked back up at you and took your hands in his, giving you a loving and proud grin. he held the sides of your face gently before kissing you lovingly.

“mommy! daddy!” eira whined, laughing, causing you to pull away.

it was a difficult task to hide the happy news in order to surprise him, and now having the weight being lifted off your shoulders, you felt a wave of relief.

his eyes landed on eira as he thought to himself that as his family would be growing, you and him would also continue developing and flourishing as parents, and he couldn’t wait for the new addition to your family. his eyes then travelled to you and he rested his forehead on yours, whispering how grateful and proud he was of you.

you two were going to be parents for the second time, and eira still couldn’t get over the fact that she was going to be a big sister.

he kneeled down and brought his hands to your lower abdomen where he then left a long kiss and eira quickly followed, unlocking a new chapter for the life of your family.

↳ part 2 !

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