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Relaxing, stretching out on the heavenly oversized bed to take up as much of it as you possibly can, you overhear Joon patiently explaining, “Water stays in the tub.”
He’s restrained and kind after the plastic, bright red tug boat dumps a full scoop of sudsy bubble bath water onto the floor for the- you’ve honestly lost count- night in a row. It just solidifies his sainthood in your mind.
Joon runs into the room quickly shedding his dark-wash boot cut jeans and bulky hiking socks in a messy pile.
“You’re soaked!” Curling to your side, you monitor to see if any more clothing will need to come off, a large part of you hoping it will.
The contacts make his eyes look a rich pecan color, but the naughty glint is all his. “You’ll be too, later.”
“Joonie!” You’re not sure where the scandal in your voice is coming from. You recollect and quite enjoy what you two do that makes a baby.
“You’d think I’d remember to take my socks off before bath time by now, but I never do.” Namjoon shakes his head at himself in surprise before his thoughts drift back to you, their favorite place to be. “Hey you, get a nap in while you can.” Joon and his dimples hustle back around the corner to finish toweling off the tot.
You must have dozed off for about an hour. It’s quiet when your eyes open and they find Namjoon resting his head on the doorframe to the bedroom. Parenthood feels like his early trainee days, a lot of tiring work and minimal sleep, only this time his body’s older.
“Baby’s asleep, so it’s just us,” Joon says gently, his pleasant, deep voice always welcomed by your ears. From practicing a new piece to the words he chooses when you’re alone and fitted like pieces of a puzzle, they can all make your day.
Sultry and drawn out to catch him, to reel him in like a fish, “Yeah?”
Always pulled to you, your imaginary cast line unneeded, “Yeah. Did a stuffed animal check. Had the whole pack of pachyderms and then boom, out like a light. You guys must have had a lot of fun out together today.”
“I try.” You do, but the endless, thankless and repetitive tasks aren’t anything like what you’d imagined being a parent entailed.
Namjoon goes to his knees on the floor by the bed. “I know.” Joon appreciates everything you do and also what motherhood has done to your body. The way your shape changed and weight redistributed, you’re softer now. Cupping at your fuller breasts, taking hold of your widened hips, he loves you and knows that you’ve given him the best parts of his life. Deft and careful, Namjoon rubs up from your feet to your legs, then knees and last your thighs. They spread for him. After all this time and the trouble and tiredness that comes with having a child, at the end of the day, your legs still just want to spread for Joon and squeeze his body tighter to you.
Long and wistful, a sigh breaks past your closed lips- lips Namjoon loves for their sharp wit and insatiable hunger for more.
“Noooo,” Joon groans dramatically, dropping his head into the familiar comfort of your thigh in defeat. “That was an ‘I’m tired’ sigh, not a sexy sigh.”
“Can’t it be both? It was both. I think you’re going to have to settle for sighs that mean both for a few more years.”
His fingers play at the top band of your underwear. “So you wouldn’t mind if I rolled these pretties down to check?”
Boosting your hips to help Namjoon on his worthy mission, you can hardly wait, “Not at all.”
Flopping backwards on the bed, you let Namjoon bunch the hem of your shirt up your ribs before sprinkling your sides with playful kisses as he makes his way between your legs. Legs over his shoulders, he mouths at your cunt, unsure of his plan of attack but unwilling to wait a second longer. Time alone is rare and precious lately.
“Like that.” Your head dips to the side and your stomach tenses from the thrill you feel from Namjoon greedily eating you up.
Going back for seconds, “Kiss it like this?”, Joon lets his bottom lip drag over your slickened folds.
“Yeah”, your voice is airy and light, “Just like that, Joonie. Feels so, so good.”
Joon lets the warming breath of his sigh cover your bare thigh. “I love making you feel good.” Namjoon’s fingers spread you wide so his attentive tongue can lap at every bit of you.
Tip dark and full with desire, Namjoon’s hand squeezes around his stiff cock. “I want you. Can’t wait any longer- Need to be in you now.” Pressing himself to your pussy, Joon gulps as your tight, wet cunt takes every inch of his generous and thick length. Namjoon’s eyelids are heavy with want and his lips pucker as he takes a minute to hit his stride. “Oh, fuck me, you feel so good. ” So good, he decides to pound into you harder and faster, remembering the night he tried to take his time on you and your baby next door woke up needing attention before either of you’d come. In front of his chest with the dips of his collar bones glistening with beads of sweat, he brings your knees together in a kiss. The touch of his lips to your leg grows sloppy and he slurs, “There’s nothing better in the whole world”, into the smooth skin of your calf that still smells like the extra baby lotion from earlier. “I’m cum,-” Joon’s eyes close, “...I’m cumming,” and he uses the entire weight of his body to complete his last breathless thrusts after emptying everything he had, hot and sticky into you.
Namjoon moves to your side and you feel his fingers stroke up into you, exploring against your walls through his release for the swollen spot that makes you clench. “Right there,” you coo. Namjoon taps against it with every skilled push of his two fingers. It feels so good, a heat, starting where he’s tapping, spreads through your entire body. Pointer finger bent and bitten between your teeth to keep you from making too much noise, your orgasm’s triggered with one more poke of his fingers. Biting down harder, it takes over. Not every time, but tonight it’s limb-weakening tremors that tear through and leave you wincing at every pleasing, pulsing aftershock. God, he knows just how to work you.
Namjoon notes while removing drenched fingers, “The better I make you feel, the more your face looks like you’re in pain.” He watches you come down the rest of the way, pushing all of the breath you’d been holding onto out your lips in a hum. “Rate it for me.”
As you’re still limp and lightheaded, “Major. A seven. Causing serious damage.” You don’t even remember how the joke started anymore, but Namjoon thinks it’s funny when you rank your orgasms like the Richter scale.
Namjoon’s gooey fingers wipe at the side of the bed, the part of the sheets that won’t matter because he’s sure neither of you are up for changing them now. Nuzzling his head between your breasts before resting his chin on you he asks with a vulnerability you don’t see often, “Are you still happy with me?”
“I am. Of course I am.” You run your fingers through the shortest-shaved softest parts of his hair right above his ears because you know he loves that, sometimes making his leg kick.
“We have something really good here.” Joon’s full and supple dusty rose lips lock to yours.
Your, “We do,” is lost, eaten up by his lips in the exchange. You could lay kissing, woven in his arms for hours, but a noise from the nursery interrupts.
“Let me.” Namjoon gives the point of your chin a quick and sweet rub before stepping back into the black boxer briefs he’d worked down.
“Ok.” Learning to accept any help offered months ago, you roll to your favorite side of the bed and nestle in, bringing up the soft and plush faux fur throw as a luxurious layer to hug in his absence.
Middle of the night Joon hears a cry and reaches to your side to tell you to stay, he’ll get it. His hand brushes the crisp cotton sheet instead of a rumpled nightshirt draped over your hip like he was expecting. You must have beaten him to it.
When you slip back into bed, inching like a worm until your bodies meet, he mumbles half asleep, “I tried to tell you that I’d get it, but you were already gone.”
“Mmm. Thank you.” Attempting to soothe yourself back to sleep, you let your nose rub across the center of his back lazily. “If you ever can’t find me in the middle of the night, I’m in the baby’s room, searching for the dropped pacifier and my sanity. Both seem to always hide in the back corner, just out of my reach.”
He gives a quiet, tired laugh, “At least the pacifier glows in the dark.”