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family life. it wasn't something seo changbin thought of or considered; until he met you. debuting as an idol early on, he thought he was destined to be single and not have a family. of course, he loves and adores his job, that much is seen via the passion he puts in plus the x amount of hours. however, that nagging feeling he felt when he saw couples pushing a stroller with a newborn made him wonder if he wanted to be an idol forever. 

he never considered himself to be a family man. his members have told him numerous times that he is a very caring, kind and observant person. he soon started to wonder what his life would be like if he was a husband and a father.

what would his baby look like? would it be a boy or girl? would he or she have his eyes, nose, mouth? would he or she grow up and want to follow in his footsteps, or would they want to take a different direction in life? 

if he had a daughter, he wouldn't mind her dressing him up in pink tiaras, painting his nails and putting on make-up. calling her daddy a princess whilst playing tea parties with stuffed animals. if he had a son, he would teach him how to kick a ball around a field, play with toy cars and plastic trucks whilst pretending to be a builder, hammering plastic nails with a plastic hammer, pretending to fix things together. as they grow older, he would support them in their life choices. wherever the path of life takes his children, he will be there pushing and encouraging them gently, whilst guiding them in the right direction.

he never considered himself to be a family man; until he met you.

the light of his life. his heart and soul. you set his soul on fire all from a single touch. fallen head over heels for you, he would do anything and everything for you.

it started off small and light. a few texts here, a few calls there before it escalated into video calls that would last until the next day. falling asleep on call with each other soon became a common thing between you both, especially seeing as he was on tour a lot. changbin soon found himself thinking about you and only you to the point that it started to affect his work.

chan didn't mind, in fact, he loves seeing his members so smitten and in love. he wants what's best for his members because they are also his family, however, chan had to let it be known that changbin would have to try and separate work from home. not to be mean or to disregard his feelings, quite the opposite actually.

you're not an idol. you're just a normal person with a 9 to 5 job and bills to pay. having you in the public eye was the last thing on chan's and changbin's mind. changbin knew chan was right, he always is.

weeks turned to months. you and changbin were very close. you tried to keep it a secret but nothing is a secret when there's hidden reporters and paparazzi. the hype soon died down though once people realized that you and changbin are in this for life.

changbin soon started to get accustomed to your life because he spent so many days and nights with you, he picked up on your habits and routines. he knows that you need a cup of coffee to start off your mornings. he knows how toasted you like your toast and how much butter you like on it.

he was there for you 24/7 and if he wasn't by your side, you were always on his mind. it soon got to the point where, being boyfriend girlfriend just wasn't enough for him and for you.

you both have spoken about marriage before as well as starting a family. changbin stated that he would retire from being an idol if you ever got pregnant, claiming that he didn't want his child to be in the public eye and be subjected to it.

of course, as soon as he asked you to marry him, a few months later you presented a positive pregnancy test to him. shock, excitement, anticipation, worry - so many emotions were felt all at once by changbin.

he's going to be a father.

“how are my two favourite girls?” changbin hums softly as he walks to you with a spring in his step. you look up at him, smiling warmly at your new husband. cradling your newborn close to your chest as she nurses from you, changbin bends down and kisses the top of your head gently.

it has just been a few days since you gave birth and the new title of mother father. you gave birth to a healthy baby girl, with thick curly hair and eyes just like her father's. you're sore and tender, your body shocked at the sudden impact of giving birth. you hoped for a smooth birth however, your daughter was too comfortable, refusing to come out and be born into the big world; not like you can blame her.

under strict instructions of the nurses and midwife, you've been told to take it easy. which, in your opinion, is hard to do when you have a newborn that's completely dependent on you. you do have changbin by your side though and you just know he is going to be an absolute diamond.

“we're doing just fine binnie.” changbin situates himself next to you on the sofa, smiling so bright, the sun is jealous. a look of fondness and pure love radiates in his eyes and features as he gazes at the two people he treasures with his whole life.

“i can't believe we made this sweet thing.” changbin whispers, stroking his daughter's thick curly black hair that she's clearly inherited from him. you chuckle, humming softly.

“neither can i, binnie. not going to lie though, it feels like it's all happened so fast.”

“what do you mean baby?” 

“well, as soon as we found out i was pregnant, we got married instantly. after the marriage, it feels like i blinked and boom! here she is.”

“is that a bad thing?”

“nono! of course not! it's magical if anything. im more than happy to have a family with you, binnie. you're the perfect father to our daughter.” 

“i still can't believe i've left all that behind.” it’s been a few years since changbin retired. the members all agreeing to do the same; it's not the same if it's not 8. the rest of the members either decided to continue working in music or to pursue their dream jobs before they became an idol.

jeongin became a kindergarten teacher, hyunjin a famous artist, his art being displayed in museums as well as being sold for thousands. seungmin decided to open up his own coffee shop. felix now does professional modeling. minho a famous chef whilst jisung and chan decided to work together and start a school for teens and adults that want to learn about music.

life has been quiet for all the members since they retired, however, you're just glad that everyone stays in contact with each other and manages to do regular hangouts.

“do you miss it, binnie?” 

“yes and no. i miss performing, miss the fans and even the chaos of it all. damn, i even miss the sleepless nights.” changbin chuckles softly, watching you cradle his daughter.

“be careful what you wish for darling. i'm sure our little one will give us plenty of sleepless nights as well as keep us on our toes.”

“ya think?”

“she is your daughter after all, bun.” changbin beams. his heart and pride swelling. he has everything he could possibly want and more.

“what do you think she will grow up to be like? think she will follow in my footsteps?” 

“maybe. or maybe she will choose a different path in life. either way, she has us to help guide her.”

“as well as chan, jisung...” changbin chuckles. you nod, looking fondly at your little bundle of joy.

“i can't believe it bun. i can't believe it actually happened. it all feels like a dream.”

“neither can i darling. i never thought i could or would be a family man, yet here i am. completely smitten by you both.”

“want to hold her?” changbin bites his lip gently, unsure of what to do. “you won't hurt her, bun. I promise.”

changbin gives you a small nod, sitting flush against the back of the sofa. you gently place the small human in his arms, changbin's eyes filling with tears of joy.

“dont forget to support her head. there we go.” 

“she's so–”

“perfect.” changbin nods, a few tears falling down his cheeks. he gingerly strokes her thick hair, gently bopping her small nose.

“hi sweet thing.” he whispers, watching the way his daughter's face scrunches up and her tiny hands open and close into fists. he gently presses his finger against her palm, watching the way her fingers automatically wrap around it.

changbin looks up at you, a smile so bright it blinds you. your heart swells with love, threatening to burst from your rib cage. if you weren't so sore from giving birth, you'd be jumping for joy right about now.

“i have to take a photo. this is just so precious and cute.” you take your phone, snapping a photo of changbin's finger being held before taking a photo of them both together. you send both pictures in the group chat, your phone blowing up with messages.

you smile at the supportive words from the members, feeling blessed that not only do you have a loving husband, a beautiful daughter but also good and caring friends. you feel as though your life couldn't get any better or perfect. everything you have is right at home and you wouldn't have it any other way.

you let out a deep sigh as you look at your reflection in the full length mirror. dressed in a maternity bra and briefs, changbin is finishing up in the bathroom leaving you to look at your reflection and reflect on your new body.

your body has changed. you're still healing from giving birth, your body slowly getting back to its usual shape, however, your post maternal body isn't what you're used to.

your breast and stomach have stretch marks on them. nipples sore and swollen from nursing your baby. a small pouch still evident from carrying your child. your thighs and hips also showing stretch marks, hip dips, tummy rolls and thick thighs; all from the sudden weight gain.

you're happy you have a little bundle of joy but you can't help but feel a little insecure about how drastic your body has changed in such a short time.

you partly think it's because you didn't have time to get used to the sudden changes that you feel like this. not only that but you're tired. dark circles and bags under your eyes from having to wake up every two hours to nurse your baby.  

tears fill your eyes as you nitpick each area of your body. stretch marks here, stretch marks there. you look and feel like you've aged a couple of years. your mind and body exhausted.

it's all so new to you and you're worried that your husband will not like your new body. it's eating away at you, feeding on your insecurities.

you squeeze your tummy rolls gently before tracing your finger over the deep stretch marks. so fixated on your reflection that you fail to hear changbin approaching you from behind. tears slowly fall down your cheeks as you let out a small sob.

your eyes widen a little as a pair of strong arms suddenly wrap around you.

“you're beautiful, my darling.” changbin whispers.

“but my body..”

“doesn't define you.” he softly states. he looks at you via the reflection, watching how your eyes scan every imperfection.

“but i'm so… big.” you whisper, voice small and tiny. “i have marks.. i've gained weight. it's all so much bin..”

“i know my love. i understand that it's hard to take in, especially after what your body has been through.”

“what if you don't love me anymore.. what if my body disgusts you.” you choke out, the feeling of your insecurities making you gasp for air and overwhelming you. changbin hums softly, spinning you on your heels so you're facing him 

he holds your face gently in his soft, yet coarse hands. your bottom lip quivers, tears falling down your cheeks.

“i love you for you. your body doesn't define you my love. you have given me everything and more. i would never ever find you disgusting or repulsive. you're the light of my life yn. i couldn't be any prouder of you for what you have done and are doing. you're a fantastic mother. each day i wake up thinking if all of this is a dream because i have such a perfect life right now.”

“bin…”

“you're my heart and soul. you're a part of me. your body is beautiful and you shouldn't think any different of it. i understand it's a huge change that's happened so suddenly, but darling, you should be proud of who you are, of this body that you have. flaunt it. wear whatever you want. you shouldn't care about what others think because you do this for you and no one else.”

“but what if you don't want to be intimate with me anymore..” changbin lets out a soft chuckle, wiping away your tears.

“that will never be the case. i find your body, mind, and personality attractive. i don't just love you for your body, darling. i love you for you.” 

“its just, too much.. that's all.” you mumble. changbin gently pulls you into his broad chest, holding you tight.

“i know my darling, but we will get through this together. whatever you want, just tell me and i will try my best to give it to you. to make you feel like you again. just remember that i love you, yn. i love you so so much and i’m proud of you for everything you've been through and are doing.”

“thank you, bun..” 

“don’t thank me, yn. just promise me you'll come to me when you feel like this.” you nod slowly. the weight of your shoulders lifting. the warmth of changbin and his soothing words provide you with comfort.

you're safe.

“can you say dada?” you chuckle from your seat, watching changbin make goofy faces and encourage his daughter to speak. you put your dinner on your fork, watching changbin make aeroplane noises and putting the spoon of baby food in his daughter's mouth, occasionally scooping the spillage with the side of the spoon.

“she will say it in due time, bun.” changbin looks at you and pouts, making you awe. 

“but I want her to say it now.” changbin huffs. 

“you've never been the most patient of people, that's for sure.” you laugh softly. small, cute babbles from the side as your daughter slaps her hands against the highchair tray. changbin eats some of his food before scooping up more baby food onto the spoon.

he repeats the same process, sulking when she fails, once again, to say “dada” 

“did you see hyunjin today?” you ask, setting down your cutlery before wiping the corners of your mouth with a napkin.

“i did. his art is just breathtaking. he's really improved.”

“did you get a sneak preview of any new art?” 

“sadly not. although, he’s invited us to his art show next week! it's being held in town so it wouldn't be too bad for the little one. if that's ok, of course.”

“of course it is bun! i adore hyunjin's art. it's so beautiful. honestly, i wouldn't mind having a piece of his artwork to hang up somewhere. i'd even pay if needed.”

“that would make hyunjin very happy. he takes pride in his work. he told me that he values your opinion more than anyone else's, including critics.”

“really?!” your eyes widen a little. changbin nods, turning his attention to his daughter but maintaining the conversations with you. 

“really.”

“but why? i don't have any knowledge in that area.” 

“he told me it's because you're raw in what you say. you say how it is. if you don't like something, you'll say. remember when he showed you that oil painting for sunflowers and you told him you didn't like the colours because it looked dull and washed?” 

“yeah. it was a pretty painting but the colours looked too grey and boring. it didn't look alive.”

“well, he scrapped the whole thing and started again with it from scratch.” 

“wait, really?!” changbin laughs and nods.

“really darling. i told you, he values your opinion as does everyone else in the group.”

“what do you mean?”

“that meat dish minho was experimenting with? you tasted it and told him it tasted off, something was missing from it and the presentation looked dull. he changed the whole concept of it. the outfit lix sent in group chat, he changed the whole idea of it because you said the colours made him look sickly. people value you just as much as i do, y/n.”

“wow..” you whisper, sitting back in your seat “i didn't realise.”

“to be fair, they did tell me not to tell you so uh, you didn't hear it from me.” changbin chuckles.

“of course bun. your secret is safe with me.” you wink, laughing softly. your daughter laughs with you, babbling away and joining in on the conversation despite her being too young to fully understand. 

“such a cutie.” you hum, standing up to take yours and changbin's plate away. you walk to the kitchen, washing the dishes as changbin continues feeding the little one.

“dada.”

you spin on your heels. soap suds up to your elbows as changbin looks at you in disbelief.

“did she just..” you ask, wiping your hands on a tea towel.

“i-i think so..” changbin gives you short blinks, his heart thumping heavily against his rib cage. he hopes he didn't mishear his daughter call his name, so he tries again.

“what did you say, sweetheart?” he asks, placing down the spoon. his daughter giggles and babbles, drool bubbling and spilling down her chin as she claps her tiny hands together. changbin gives a small smile, feeling a little defeated.

maybe he did mishear her.

“daaada.” 

“oh my gosh.” you whisper, tears filling your eyes. changbins head shoots up, his own eyes filling up with tears and trickling down his cheeks. you take the opportunity to take out your phone and record the sweet and memorable moment between father and daughter.

your daughter continues chanting dada like a mantra, changbin feeling like his body is going to burst from all the love and happiness he is currently experiencing. he gently wipes away his tears, smiling lovingly at his baby girl.

he wipes her mouth clean from drool and food before picking her up and out of her highchair. her hands wrap around his finger as she jumps up and down on his thick thighs.

“i can't believe it. i'm her first word!” 

“im so proud bun.” you softly sob.

“i'm still in shock. how is this even possible.”

“she thinks the world of you baby. she's a true daddy's girl, we all know that.” your daughter stops jumping on changbin, a soft small yawn escaping. changbin coos gently as he picks her up and walks to the living area with her.

he situates himself on the sofa, holding his daughter close to his broad chest where she nuzzles into him. her tiny fist bundling up his t-shirt as her eyes slowly close. he kisses the top of her head before singing her a soft lullaby.

“yeah. she really is my girl.”

“daddy! you're such a pretty princess!” changbin laughs softly, humming as his eyes are currently closed. his daughter wanted to play dress up and considering that you're out shopping in town, he has the (un)fortunate job of being a princess.

she drags a eyeshadow applicator over his eyelids, bright blue eyeshadow mixed with neon pink sitting on his skin. 

“daddy. make a kissy face!”

“like this?” changbin puckers his lips and flutters his lashes to which she giggles at.

“noooo.” she whines. “like one you make with mommy!!” 

“ahhh. okok, i got you princess.” changbin laughs softly, puckering his lips as she drags some lipstick, in the shade pink, across his lips.

“pretty!!” she grins, clapping her hands excitedly. “here daddy.” she hands him a tiara to which he takes off her and places it on his head. he watches his daughter's eyes light up, excitement rushing through her small body.

“ok! now it's uncle ji and min's turn.” she turns her attention onto the two men. jisung happily shuffles forward whilst minho is a little more reductant which makes changbin laugh.

“what's you min? don't want to play princess and tea-party with us?” changbin flutters his lashes to which minho stifles a laugh.

“of course he does! he loves playing princesses. especially with the little one.” jisung says, smirking as she focuses on putting on purple make-up on jisungs cheeks and eyes.

“i want to make uncle min the prettiest of princesses!” 

“oh yeah? what colours do you have in mind?” jisung asks. he watches her rummage through her dress-up chest and make-up, fishing out the pinkest of pinks. changbin presses his lips together in a thin line in an attempt to silence his laughter that's currently threatening to burst free.

minho clears his throat, pushing his pride and dignity to the side. this isn't the first time changbin's daughter has dressed him up in pink. he went weeks with pink nail polish that refused to come off, make up and tiaras is nothing to him, however; he has a better idea.

“that's a pretty pink.” minho hums, shuffling forward so he is sat next to a 'nicely' dressed jisung. changbins daughter looks up and beams brightly at minho. “however, with all these princesses, who will be the prince?”

her brows knit together in thought. she bites her lip, looking at jisung and changbin.

“i don't know.” she mumbles, chewing her bottom lip gently.

“i could be a prince.” minho suggests. she watches him with her bright and beady eyes as he stands up, giving her a formal bow before kneeling to her level. he gently takes her hand, kissing the back of it sweetly. she giggles, nodding her head fast.

“uncle min is the prince!”

“but what about your daddy?” changbin sulks. she simply huffs and brushes off his question.

“uncle min is the prince. he is pretty looking too, like a prince.” minho gives changbin a smug smirk, changbin mouthing swear words causing the male to laugh.

“princes are overrated anyways. being a princess is where it is at.” jisung states. minho and changbin look at each other, struggling to hold their laughter at the sight of a purple looking jisung. his eyes and cheeks covered in purple eyeshadow, purple and blue lipstick smeared along his lips.

“you look–” minho struggles to say without spluttering.

“beautiful.” changbin finishes, tears filling the corners of his eyes. jisung grins, clearly unaware of what he looks like, however, he doesn't mind in the slightest. he loves playing dress-up. truth be told, he has been feeling a little jealous lately of changbin. to jisung, changbin has the perfect life and that's a life jisung wants for himself.

soon after, you walk through the door, shopping bags in hand. just as you were about to announce yourself, you heard a high pitched squeal. you drop your bags, taking off your shoes and walking to where all the commotion was.

you lean against the door frame, watching your husband crawl around on all fours with his daughter on his back whilst occasionally neighing. minho and jisung sipping pretend tea out of plastic cups, pinky fingers sticking out. your daughter is laughing, red in the face and warm from all the excitement. she looks up, beaming happily at the sight of you.

“mommy!!” she screams excitedly. all three men look up at you. a look of shock flashes across your face as you chuckle to yourself at the sight of changbin and jisung.

“what's going on here then?” you say as you walk towards everyone.

“daddy is giving me a ride because he is my horse and uncle ji and min are having a tea party together because uncle min is going to ask uncle ji for his hand in marriage.” jisung and minho’s eyes widen as they look at each, indicating that this is the first time they’ve heard something like this. 

“my. don't you have a wild imagination. wonder where you get it from.” you giggle, glancing down at your husband. his make-up melting off his face at this point.

“seems like you're all having fun without me.” you pretend to sulk. your daughter gets off changbin's back, rushing towards you.

“no mommy! you join in!” she takes your hand, pulling you to the center. you sit down, holding your daughter's hand gently.

“are you going to make mommy a princess too?”

“no. mommy is going to be a queen.” 

“but who will be my king?”

“me!”

“but you're a princess darling.” 

“but, I want to be mommy's king..” her voice lowers, sounding soft and pouty as her lips form in a pout. you coo at her, kissing her cheek gently and humming.

“ok darling. you can be mommy's king.” 

“b-binnie.” you pant heavily against his lips. he lets out a small growl and hum, attacking your lips in a messy and sloppy kiss. 

tongues and teeth clash and collide, saliva mixing and spilling and breaths are exchanged. he's hungry for you, that much is evident in the way his fingers are buried knuckle deep inside your wet cunt.

your back against the wall, clothes half on, half off. you dropped your daughter off at changbin's parents for the weekend meaning you and changbin have the place to yourselves; and he cannot wait to devour you.

“want you. need you.” he mumbles, body pressed flush against yours as he drives his fingers in and out. your legs shake, feeling weak at the suffocating feeling of pleasure that's consuming your body.

“we haven't.. even made it through the hallway.” you mumble against his lips.

“dont care. want to fuck you, feel you. want to breed you.” his words dripping with lust and hunger. his erection pressing against your thigh. “gosh, you feel so warm around my fingers.”

“it’s been a while, bun.”

“it really has..” you trail your hand down his chest to cup his erection. he bucks his hips against your hand as you palm his length, occasionally tracing the outline of his size with your fingertip.

“i want this bun. i want this deep inside me, filling me up to the hilt. i want you to ruin me.” you purr against his lips, hormones and adrenaline clouding your mind.

changbin shudders, his fingers curling against your walls. you unbutton his jeans, pulling down the zipper to fish his cock out from its restraints.

his skin is hot to the touch, painfully hard and pre cum coating his tip. you wrap your hand around his length, pumping him slow and steady.

“ah shit.” changbin mumbles. he kicks his head back, exposing his neck to you which you take advantage of. you press your lips against the skin of his neck, biting, kissing and sucking on his tender spots. his cock twitches in your hand, his fingers coming to a stand still inside you as his focus shifts on nothing but the pleasure you're giving him.

“my gosh yn. i just..” changbin pants. 

“what do you want bun? tell me.” changbin's eyes flutter open, his fingers slipping out off you.

“mouth.” he whispers. you hum, slowly lowering down onto your knees whilst maintaining eye contact with him. you part your lips to allow your tongue to slide out and lick a long, wet strip from base to tip. the taste of his salty pre cum hits your tastebuds making you shudder.

you grip onto his base, slowly pumping him as you swirl your tongue around his tip. you gather some spit in your mouth, looking up at changbin before spitting on him.

“shit..” his voice is nothing but a mere whisper. brows knitted together as he chews his bottom lip. he gathers your hair up in his hand, gently tugging as your eyes flutter shut. you wrap your lips around his veiny cock, engulfing half his length in the warmth and wetness of your mouth.

changbin lets out a shaky growl, head kicking back. his toes curl against the floorboards as his grip on your hair tightens. you focus on setting the right tempo, matching your sucking with your hand. your tongue strokes the underside of his penis, the sides stroking your cheeks.

you lightly graze your teeth along the skin as saliva naturally builds up in your mouth. you let it spill from the corner of your lips, soft vibrations of your moans hitting his skin causing ripples of pleasure to rush up and down his spine.

changbin whimpers and moans, fingers raking through your hair and massaging your scalp. he's vocal, telling you how good you are, how good he feels. incoherent babbles and sentences falling past his lips. his mind failing to catch up due to the heavy feeling of lust and hormones.

“missed this. missed you. fuck, i'm so in love with you.” changbin mumbles, his chest heaving up and down due to his laboured breathing.

you cup his balls in your hand, rolling them around and gently playing with them as you push his cock further down your throat. changbin stutters, mind going blank as he watches and feels his cock disappearing and stroking your throat. you let out soft whimpers, the ability to breath being a struggle due to his size and girth.

“b-baby..” your eyes flutter open to look up at changbin. beads of sweat roll down his temples, his hair slowly curling due to his sweat coating the tips of his hair.

you stay still to allow changbin to bask in the tightness of your throat. changbin tugs at your hair gently, his balls tightening and cock twitching.

“baby.. i'm close but i don't want to cum.. not yet anyways..” you slowly pull away, a string of saliva connecting to your lips as his cockhead as you slowly pump him.

“no?” you question.

“n-no..” he grunts, “want to last and save all my cum for when i'm inside you. i want to breed my baby..” 

“bun, are you purposefully edging yourself?” you smirk as his cheeks flush red. he nods slowly. “why bun? i know you're capable of having more than one orgasm.”

“i like–fuck.. i like how it feels.”

“and how does it feel? tell me baby. tell me how it feels.”

“painful, but good painful. it makes me sweat, makes me feel so good and submissive.” 

“do you want to be edged baby? shall we edge you tonight and make you save all your cum to dump inside of me?”

“yes! fuck yes! oh please yn..” 

“ok bun.” you purr, licking his red and sensitive cockhead. his moans sound strangled, caught in his throat as your tongue swirls around him. he gently pushes your head away causing you to giggle.

you rise to your feet, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

“come bun, make me feel good too.” you strip yourself of your clothing, resting on your back whilst using your elbows to prop yourself up. you use two fingers to part your soaked folds, giving changbin a nice view of your throbbing entrance and puffy clit.

his mouth salivates at the sight. his pupils blow out with lust and desire. he tears off his clothing, diving in head first between your legs. you laugh at his eagerness as his hands grip onto your thighs tightly.

he sucks gently on your clit, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. he grabs your legs, pushing you down and flush against his face as he slurps and sucks on your cunt. his tongue licks between your puffy lips, soaking and tasting your slick. his eyes flutter shut, fingertips digging into your soft thighs.

“you taste so good.” he mumbles.

“you're doing so well, bun.” you hum, grabbing a fistful of his curls and tugging at the roots. 

“can't wait to be inside you. to feel and fill you up.” you whimper softly, allowing your head to flop back on the pillows. changbin’s tongue dives in and out of your entrance, his hips rutting against the material of the mattress.

“i can't wait. i need you so so bad.” he shuffles up onto his knees, spreading your legs wider. you look at your flustered husband, his cock rock hard and angry. pre cum spilling from his tip, veins protruding along the sides. 

he rubs his angry cockhead between your folds, his body shuddering at the feeling of your warmth and wetness. you groan softly as he pushes his length slowly inside you. his cock instantly twitching, his release on the very edge.

the more he pushes, the closer he is to tipping over the edge; but not yet. he wants to savour each moment of being buried deep inside you. savour the warmth and tightness of your pussy.

“f-fuck..” changbin whimpers as he bottoms out in you. he pants heavily, desperately gripping onto your hips. you giggle, watching all composure leave your husband as his mind clouds over.

you purposefully clench around him, giggling when he lets out a high pitched whimper. his cock and balls are burning, the tightness making it unbearable for him. it's painful for him, making him sweat and heart rate speed up, thumping loudly against his rib cage; but he feels so good, maybe too good.

“bunn.” you whine. “move.” 

changbin nods slowly, thrusting his hips at a slow and steady pace. his tempo soon picks up, skin slapping on skin. incoherent moans and whines fall past his lips as your body becomes consumed with pleasure. his hitting all the right spots, caressing your walls and making you become a babbling mess.

“want too.. want to breed you..” 

“but what if i get pregnant again?” you whimper, hands bundling up the bedsheets.

“but want you to carry more of my children. want to cum so deep inside you and fuck it all in to guarantee that you get pregnant again.”

“bun..” you moan out. his words cause tingles of pleasure to shoot down your spine.

“it's going to be so much.. shit, it hurts but it feels so good.” he chokes out. his thrusting is sloppy and uncoordinated. beads of sweat fall down his temples, his hair messy and curly.

changbin is in a world of his own, his pleasure taking over his mind. he moans and whimpers, chanting your name and explaining how much it hurts and how badly he wants to breed you.

hearing and seeing your husband succumb to his own pleasure as well as being lost in the way your body feels, makes you feel close. the pit of your stomach feels warm, the knot tightening with each brutal thrust of changbin's hips.

your stomach dips, thighs shaking as sweat coats your body. you bite down on your bottom lip, desperately looking at changbin. he nods, knowing and feeling that you're close.

you groan, back arching off the mattress as your release hits you. your cunt pulsates around changbin before clamping down around him. changbin struggles. his mind battling between wanting to continue fucking you and edging himself even more, to dumping all his cum inside you whilst slowly thrusting, making sure his cum doesn't seep out.

“bun. please. breed me, make me pregnant again.” you purr. changbin shakes his head side to side, his eyes squeezing shut.

“please bun, please.” changbin's hips come to a standstill. he moans loudly as he allows himself to release. he squeezes your hips, cock twitching with each release. he lazily thrusts to ride out his high, his body shaking and trembling.

“so much. it's so much. fuck…” you hum, the warmth of his fluids filling you up nicely. he slowly pulls out, his mind becoming clearer. he gives you a sheepish look.

“sorry.” he mumbles. you laugh softly, shaking your head.

“don't be sorry bun. it was fun. now we just wait to see if your wish of breeding me becomes true.”

you feel off.

you have done for a while now, but with your busy life, your health has been the least of your worries. how you feel, feels all too familiar, but again, you simply brushed it to the side and concentrated on your family.

it wasn't until you noticed that you missed your period. you were due and you weren't feeling any of your usual period symptoms. it's normal for it to be late so you waited a few days, hoping, wishing it would come; but it didn't.

you and changbin have been very sexually active lately. you both haven't been very safe either so you wouldn't be surprised if it is what you think it is, however, do you want to have another child? part of you does and part of you doesn't. you're happy with your small family however, a brother or sister for your little one wouldn't go a miss.

you rummage around your medicine cabinet, fishing around for a stray pregnancy test. you mentally cheer to yourself before doing the test.

changbin is out with your daughter in the park. she wanted to feed the ducks. she begged and begged changbin, knowing that he is weak to her and using it to her advantage. it's fair to say, she's a smart child.

you aimlessly stare at the test, heart thumping and palms turning clammy. five minutes feels like a lifetime for something like this. you pace the bathroom, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable. questions swimming around in your head, feelings making you feel sick to the stomach.

can you afford another baby? you can, with changbin's and your steady income, it is possible however, you don't know if you're ready to have another child. you have no doubt that your daughter and changbin will be fine if you were pregnant, but all those doubts and insecurities are not helping you.

you pick up the test, lip caught between your teeth. “fuck..” you breathe out.

the door to your home swings open, a very lively and loud changbin and child rush through the door. you decide to greet them, giving them hugs and helping your daughter to take off her shoes and coat. changbin gives you a kiss on the cheek to which you weakly smile at.

he furrows his brows, noticing something isn’t quite right. has something happened during the hour he wasn't home.

“go play with your toys princess. i have to speak to mommy real quick.”

“daddy join in too?”

“daddy will join in. we can play with your Barbie dolls together. sounds good?” she nods, rushing to her bedroom. changbins full attention is on you.

“darling. what's wrong?” he asks carefully. you take a deep breath in, presenting him with your pregnancy test. he looks at the stick, eyes widening before flickering up at you and back down, repeating the motion several times.

“really..?” he whispers. you nod slowly.

“really. well, i've only done one test so it could be faulty but i haven't been feeling right. we have also not been very safe plus, my period is late.” 

“so you could be? i mean, really! again??” a burst of excitement slowly bubbles in changbin's stomach. you nod again, giggling as you feel a wave of relief wash over you due to changbin's positive reaction.

“yes bun. we're pregnant again.” changbin lets out a small squeal. he gently places his hand on your stomach, slowly stroking it.

“i can't believe it! i can go get more tests if you want baby.”

“i'd like that. just to be sure but i'm a million percent sure. the symptoms are exactly the same.” you giggle, placing your hand on top of changbin's.

“i'm going to be a dad again. i hope it's a boy this time.”

“why? tired of playing dress-up?” you tease. 

“no.” he pouts. “just would be nice, that's all.”

“i think you suit being a princess. you look pretty in pink.” you tease, laughing softly as changbin's whine.

“i love you yn. so so much.” 

“and i love you too, bun.” you hum, pressing your lips against his sweetly. a loud whine in the form of “daddy” makes you laugh, pulling from changbin's lips.

“you best go play with barbies before she throws a tantrum.”

“mhm. join us?” he takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. you smile softly at him and nod.

“of course. wouldn't want to miss our daughter bossing you around.” 

“not very many people can boss me around yn. you two are just very special to me, that's all.”

“and you're special to us too bun. we love you very much.”