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Fight for You Epilogue (08)

08: When you talk about the future

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: established relationship - FFY couple; fluff, smut (18+)

Warnings: Mutual jealousy, JK doing pull-ups, serious talks about the future, explicit sexual content (straddling, oral m receiving, breast play, unprotective penetrative sex [please be safe!])

Word count: 7k

A/N: JK in that HYBE gym shirt. That is all.

And again, huge thanks to Ash @jimilter for this banner. 🥺🥰

Also, there’s a pretty special moment that takes place in the orphanage in this chapter. If you have time, do reach out to one near you. They may be needing a helping hand 💜

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You never really liked the gym. There’s just something about the musky scent of sweat and ego and people grunting ridiculously loud that don’t appeal to you.

Much as you adore Jin and what he’s done to the place, you don’t take advantage of the lifetime use of it that he gave you as a “gift” a few years ago for your birthday. You’ve only ever gone here to do actual exercise a handful of times, which is pretty much after general cleaning and disinfection. And only ever with Jungkook either early in the morning or late at night. There are post-workout things you both do that just can’t wait so you always prefer to exercise alone.

But days like today painfully remind you that your aversion to this place causes you to miss out on some of the most beautiful things in life - like the sight of your boyfriend in dri-fit clothes doing pull-ups, with his face straining and all his muscles flexing and his sweat dripping, making him 10 times hotter.

He’s halfway across the room, exerting all his effort on his reps, while you stay rooted in your spot just past the entrance. You can see him grunting, and you hate that you know how that sounds like - you heard it last night as he pounded into you from behind against the wall - and all you could do is bite your lip and clench your thighs because the sight of him working out, knowing first hand his true strength, is truly immaculate.

Unless of course, other people get to share in that view, too.

The gym is like Jungkook’s stage. Like in many things, he’s good at exercising. It’s in his form and movement, Jin says, but all you care about is how sexy Jungkook looks when he’s in here, focused and comfortable. So it shouldn’t really surprise you that there are women and men who’d stop what they’re doing to watch him, like right now.

You picked up the whole ‘assessing the environment for danger’ approach from him and while you don’t think these people are threats, they’re definitely out for their prey.

A man cheers him on - you don’t miss the way the stranger eyes your boyfriend up and down, swallowing hard every few seconds.

There’s a 20-something-looking woman who literally stops her run and zones out and you know that face; Hoseok says that’s how you look at Jungkook when he does anything remotely physical.

One of the trainers you’re familiar with passes him by with a wink, but it’s one of the customers - the intimidatingly fit and gorgeous racecar driver who seems to be around your age - that catches your eye. Again.

You’ve seen her the several times you picked Jungkook up, as he’s been coming here during the day a lot more than his usual late-nights since he said he'd rather spend those hours with you. Sweet, but then again, that just means more time for these people to make a move on him if they wanted. It’s not like Jungkook announces wherever he goes that he has a girlfriend or something.

Whenever you drop by, you usually just wait at Jin’s office until Jungkook finishes his shower, which you’ll still probably do, but not before you stare down her back, knowing she’s not looking at you.

She’s a regular, and Jungkook had actually fanboyed when he found out she worked as a stunt double in the Fast and the Furious movies. You couldn’t confirm, but that was her way in; she’d amuse him with her stories every time, like she’s doing now, as you see your boyfriend eye her curiously as she does the pull ups this time, showing off as you expect her to.

He glances in your direction but you doubt that he notices you, as you’re not even supposed to be here; your scheduled lunch together is still in 2 hours.

She lands on the ground and wipes the sweat off her body slowly - sexily - and god, do you know that move. Your eyes are focused on her and the way she laughs, bites her lip, tucks her hair behind her ear, and walks towards the other equipment as she probably still shows off to your boyfriend.

Until you feel a pair of hands gently turn your face and the softest of lips warm yours. The kiss is abrupt but luscious, tender even, and you immediately sigh as the feel of him is all you can focus on.

“There you go, you can stop being upset now,” he giggles after he pulls away.

“What?”

“I could see your frown and scrunched up eyebrows from a mile away, ___. What’s got you worked up?”

“Everyone’s pretty much undressing you with their eyes,” you state.

Jungkook laughs and you frown to say it’s not funny, but he can’t help but think that it is. He noticed you enter, looking out of place in your linen dress and pumps, wondering why you’re here early.

Arin, one of the regulars whom many of the guys here have tried asking out, started talking about this new movie she’s stunt doubling for and he couldn’t just leave, but he could see you looking more and more uncomfortable and he knows you’re not particularly fond of this place, so he excused himself and approached you. You looked too adorable not to kiss, though, so he did.

“Ah,” he smirks, combing his hair with his hands as he knows you love to see him do. “But only you get to undress me with your hands, though.”

You feel scandalized for some reason but you admit that it turns you on.

“Okay, Mr. Charmer, when did you get all flirty and confident like this, huh?” You laugh.

“When you drool over me as much as you do, it kinda gets to my head, you know?” He chuckles.

You lightly smack his arm. “Not like I can help it,” you roll your eyes.

Your shamelessness when it comes to your intense attraction for your boyfriend is nothing new, but it still makes Jungkook blush and feel hot all over whenever you’re like this.

“Yeah, 3 years later and you still can’t,” he teases.

“Hey, Jungkook,” the woman from earlier says, prompting you and him to look at her.

She eyes his hand that’s intertwined with yours but with her smug face, she says, “I’ll let you know when the movie’s out. Hope you get to watch it.”

She forces a smile towards you then walks to the other side of the gym and does her stretches for everyone else to see.

You follow her movements and mumble, “we are so getting a gym in our house one day.”

He’s caught off guard, as you’ve only ever mentioned moving in together in your current house but not actually having a house you both could truly call your own.

“One day?” He asks nervously.

“Yeah, well… you know,” you stammer, but the earlier words just slipped out - you want so badly to have a house you both planned and designed, but now you’re too flustered to continue with the thought so you change the topic.

“I didn’t get to tell you why I’m here.”

“Yeah, you just showed me you wish you weren't,” he laughs.

“That’s not true. I like picking you up,” you defend. “But anyway. I’m supposed to leave tomorrow for this thing with my mother in Dubai and won’t be home until next weekend so I won’t make it to the celebration on Saturday,” you explain, referring to the party that the shelter staff are throwing at the orphanage since the pilot batch of scholars have already graduated from university. “I want to be with them this afternoon, though.”

“Sure, we can do that,” he says, walking you to Jin’s office. “What do we need to prepare for?”

“Order food and buy them gifts,” you say excitedly.

“Okay, let me just go take a shower,” he says, opening the door. “Jin, watch over her.”

Jin nods and laughs.

“You good, angel?”

“Yes. Now go and be quick!”

Jungkook exits the locker room to find you and Jin talking to an unfamiliar man, who’s currently charming you with his humor and blindingly attractive smile.

Jungkook walks over and immediately wraps his arm around your waist.

The man greets him happily, and you laugh at your boyfriend’s wary face.

“Seon-ho and I met at a business conference. He moved to this neighborhood and I recommended the gym to him,” you explain.

You turn to the man. “I didn’t realize you actually tried it out!”

“You were pretty confident about this place, and after hearing your speech then, I thought, I trust her and her judgment,” he laughs.

“You’re too kind,” you smile.

“I mean it, but you’re right. The space is nice, it’s got all the good equipment, and the membership price and perks are all great.”

“Good, I helped Jin set up the place,” Jungkook chimes in, causing Jin to chuckle and, knowing what’s up, confirms this.

“I’m her boyfriend, by the way,” Jungkook holds out his hand, which Seon-Ho takes.

“Jungkook, right? I’ve heard your name around here a lot,” he shares. “Mostly from the women, though.”

“Well, looks like Jin’s built a good space where everyone knows everybody,” you laugh. “Anyway, we have to head out. It was so nice seeing you,” you say, and bid both men goodbye.

With Jungkook’s hand in yours, you walk out the door and tease, “introduce yourself with your name, babe.”

“I had a feeling he already knew it.”

“God, you’re so cute when you’re cocky,” you giggle and pepper his cheek with kisses.

He grunts as he opens the car door. You both settle in and he holds your hand while you make calls, to Ina first then the restaurant you’re ordering from.

You arrive at the mall and have lunch, knowing that Jungkook always wants to eat within the hour after his workout. You pass by a cafe for coffee before heading to the department store to look at gifts for the 8 graduating scholars.

“What are you getting them?” Jungkook asks as the sales staff greet you.

“Business wear,” you smile. “Ina said they’ve started looking at places to apply to and a nice interview outfit is such a confidence booster.”

Your eyes brighten at the row of suits for the young men, and you walk towards it to feel the quality of the material, which seems to be to your liking.

“Each of them should have one black set,” you say as you scour through the hanging clothes.

You mumble about one loving the color blue so you get a dark one, and wonder out loud if the size is right as you try to imagine the young adults in them.

“Let’s look at the polos later but can you choose the 4 other non-black suits? I wanna check out the clothes for the 3 women,” you tell Jungkook.

“Oh, okay,” he responds, and looks towards Namjoon before you leave.

You come back shortly with 2 sets for each girl, too, and find Jungkook surrounded by 2 additional female staff presenting different suits to him.

“Find anything, babe?” You ask.

“Yes, I did,” he says excitedly. “The staff helped. Look!”

He presents the greys and charcoals and blues then you double check the sizes. You move to the other side for the polos, matching them with the suits and ties.

Jungkook watches from next to you, his heart warming at the amount of care you have for those young people. You watched them grow up, you’ve said, as they were those kids who didn’t get adopted, which is also why you fought so hard to make sure you got the scholarship approved, even if you still would’ve shouldered the costs if the Foundation didn’t launch the program.

Jungkook knows what a good interview outfit means. He barely had any money then to buy for his interview at the agency but Jin’s father took him shopping one day and bought him the black suit that he still has in his closet.

It gave him confidence, made him envision himself as the man who overcame challenges to be someone with a job, who could eventually fend for himself, to give back to the people who cared. He remembers treating Jin and his father to a nice restaurant when he received his first paycheck.

You’re very thoughtful, careful, and Jungkook can’t help but think that it’s how you’ll be when you one day become a mother, seeing as how you know each of the kids at the orphanage so well. You celebrate their little wins, get emotional when they get upset, and do middle-of-the-week visits if you need to when a child gets adopted and you have to say goodbye.

You’re so good with them, even as they’ve grown up, and here you are, making sure they get the right kind of clothes that would make them feel good during their interview.

“Should we start wrapping them, sir?” The sales staff asks, breaking him out of his thoughts.

He looks at her, and the 2 others beside her, and then at you.

“Should we, ___?” He asks you.

“Yes,” you smile at the staff.

You label each set and give them instructions before you walk behind them towards the counter to pay.

“I really can’t leave you alone without scores of people flirting with you, huh?” You say, as the cashier flutters her eyelashes and you’re pretty sure it’s not directed at you.

“Who was flirting with me?”

You scoff at his indifference and turn to him. “The sales staff? All 3 of them? And,” you cock your head to the side to motion for the cashier.

“They were?”

You don’t know if he’s truly clueless or he’s just teasing you like he tends to.

“Didn’t you see the first one constantly tucking her hair behind her ear? How her voice raised a pitch when she talked to you? And the rest of them just following you around and smiling non-stop and attending to every little thing—“

“That’s literally their job, ___,” he laughs.

“What about those tweeners when we were buying coffee and how they accidentally dropped their books so you’d pick them up for them because of course you would,” you cock an eyebrow.

“Or even the pair of women at the table next to ours during lunch, licking their lips as they stared at you?” You sigh.

“Well, I can’t really blame them.”

With Jungkook looking all kinds of soft and sexy and handsome in his thin white sweatshirt that accentuates his broad shoulders and his taut chest, you really can’t. But he looks confused and you’re still unsure if he’s remotely aware of his effect on anything that breathes.

“Don’t tell me you don’t notice,” you pout, as you await the paper bags then let Namjoon and Jungkook take them.

Jungkook scrunches his eyebrows before he laughs, “Of course I do. You’re my girlfriend, remember?”

You gasp. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you do those things all the time. From before we were dating even to now. You have this look, and voice change, and dropping stuff and pretending not being able to reach things, and—“

“Why am I being called out?” You say irritatingly.

He chuckles and kisses your cheek.

“I’m just saying. I’m not always that clueless. But I know the moves because you, angel, are textbook at it.”

You cross your arms in defense. “I can’t be called out. I can do all that. I’m literally your girlfriend.”

“That, you are. So why do you get jealous?”

“Okay, that was not jealous back there. ‘Yeong-ja’ was me being jealous,” you explain, referring to that brief period when you were a little unnerved about his closeness with his colleague until Jungkook cleared the air and then she and Jin got together.

“I was merely stating facts, you know?”

“Alright, angel. Whatever you say,” Jungkook giggles, kissing your hand.

He teases you some more on the way home, with Mr. Sim and Namjoon joining in, calling you both out for denying getting jealous when the other gets attention.

“Why are we like this?” You laugh.

“I don’t know with you,” he teases.

You make it home to fix up before heading to the orphanage. As you walk towards the bathroom in your bedroom, Jungkook pulls your waist from behind and starts kissing your neck.

“Where are you going?” He asks, his voice low.

“In the bathroom to shower. Can you let me?”

“Okay, I’ll join you,” he says, as his kisses get quicker, sucking every now and then.

“You just showered,” you moan, eyes closing and head rolling back at how expertly he’s pleasuring you.

“Don’t care. I want you. You’re hot when you’re jealous,” he grunts.

“Hmm, we haven’t moved on from that huh,” you pant.

He responds by turning you around so he could feel your lips, the kiss so heated and rough that you both get lost in it right away. Your hands lay on his chest, feeling the dip and firmness of it, until they move to the tent in his pants and you palm his length, causing him to growl.

“Fuck,” he says, pulling your dress up to squeeze your ass, then pushing you towards him to get some friction.

“Let’s be quick, okay? We can have tonight,” you whisper, then pull him towards the shower.

The shelter staff are ecstatic at your presence. You tell them that the food will arrive in 2 hours and offer to help set up but they say you should spend all your time here with the kids.

The scholars arrive shortly and they excitedly greet you, thanking you for the congratulations and informing you that the Foundation will be hosting a dinner for them at the end of the month.

“Good,” you say. “I needed a date when my parents were here, too. I’ve been bragging to them about you and they’re very proud. I’m incredibly proud.”

“She cried when she got the text that you all got cleared for graduation,” Jungkook chimes in, causing everyone to giggle.

“Well, she’s kind of been our parent for the last how many years,” one of them says. “She tutored me in English and Math so I didn’t fail.”

The young ones agree, and you all reminisce, the years of them being the eldest ones here, feeling the hope of having a forever family dwindling away as they get older, only to realize that everyone here is family. Including you.

“We’ve sent our applications to companies,” one of them says. “I found one I really like. I hope I get called for an interview. Their training program seems really good.”

“That’s great! Speaking of which, we got you all something,” you say, taking out the gifts from the paper bags and asking Jungkook to distribute them with you.

The staff are in awe of the big box, wondering what could be inside.

The graduates carefully open them, and it’s silent in the room as they process what they’d just received. They each take out the items, smiling and wiping their cheeks. You’re emotional again, as they look at everything with amazement.

You hear sniffing and turn to your left to see Jungkook with glassy eyes.

“Jin’s dad got me my first work attire,” he whispers. “They’ll take this with them for the rest of their lives.”

Your lips quiver and he kisses your forehead. “You’re so, so good, ___.”

You smile in response and turn to the graduates.

One of them approaches you and gives you a hug. “You’ve done so much for us,” she says. “We don’t know how we could ever thank you.”

“A ‘thank you’ would do,” you giggle, hugging her tighter. “But just work hard like you always do, all of you. And don’t forget us here.”

“Never,” she whispers in your ear. “Thank you.”

Each one of them goes to you for a hug - longer than usual, and they express their gratitude and you all laugh and cry and comfort each other.

They hug Jungkook, too, as they’ve gotten close to him as well.

“He chose the other colors of the suits,” you inform them.

“Yah, but we’re not as good-looking as you!” One of the guys teases.

It’s an emotional moment that you all share, and you’ll always hold this close to you.

“I feel like I’m sending off my kids to the outside world,” you tell the rest of the staff, as you all watch the young ones show their gifts and try them on. “It’s kind of nerve wracking.”

“Well, you aren’t wrong. But you’ll be doing that one day, too. Both of you,” Ina says casually.

Jungkook takes your hand and caresses it, and it’s all you really need.

You spend a half hour at the newborn wing before heading to the little ones who are still taking their afternoon nap.

The babies here are awake, with some of them crying, but you go from one to another, cradling them in your arms and humming soft tunes. You always whisper your hopes and dreams for them whenever you do this. Mrs. Hwang says it’s what she’s done with you ever since you were a baby.

“I hope you become happy, I hope you’ll always be kind. I hope one day you’ll achieve all of your heart’s desires,” you repeat the words. “You’re gonna grow up amazing,” you say, as you bring the baby back to her crib and go to the next one.

Jungkook watches you, as he does when you’re here. Being in this place always makes him feel something, a kind of yearning that he’d never been able to name or fully understand.

But the past few months, it’s gotten clearer and clearer.

One of the executives he detailed before, who was abandoned by his father and then went on to have 2 divorces, told Jungkook one time, that “there’s this kind of brokenness that doesn’t leave you, you know? It’s scary to have something that you’re gonna one day damage because people like me are wired that way,” he’d said. “I just stopped thinking I could ever have good things again because I’m gonna ruin them anyway.”

That stuck with Jungkook for years. It’s the brokenness that’s become a part of him, the fear of ruining good things, of being happy… And in the dead of night or earliest of mornings, when you breathe next to him, arms wrapped around his body, these thoughts still visit him - quick, subtle, but still unnerving.

Every time he’s here with you, he’s reminded of what he once never made himself believe - that he could ever have a family, that he even deserved to want one.

With you, he wants the tender moments, the caring and soft ones, the playful and naughty ones, the joyful and triumphant ones, even the sad and painful ones. He wants all of those with you. And he’s absolutely certain that he wants them for the rest of his life.

Even more so as you turn to him with a gentle smile.

“I think I hear the little ones awake now,” you whisper. “Let’s play with them before we eat.”

Your energy is drained before you even truly get to play with the kids. There’s something about today that’s got everyone in high spirits, but Ina tells you it’s because the children know you bought meat and noodles and lots of cupcakes and ice cream.

They circle you, asking what flavors you got, and you’re laughing and answering their questions one by one.

One of the kids gets accidentally hit on the face and starts crying, turning to Jungkook to be comforted. Jungkook checks if he’s okay, and they have a little moment until Jungkook lifts him in the air, causing the little boy to giggle. It gets everyone’s attention, and many of the kids go to Jungkook for their turn.

He’s done this plenty of times before, but the kids have gotten bigger and he’s also just come from a workout and shopping with you. You know he’s exhausted but he keeps going, making sure everyone has their turn.

He releases a breath and you walk towards him, wiping his forehead and telling him he can stop.

“One last,” he pants. “Then up!”

The giggles are worth it, and you smile at the kids’ happy faces.

“You don’t have to do that every time you see one of them sad to cheer them up,” you say. “You know everyone will follow.”

“Yeah, but they laugh differently when I do it. And it makes you smile. They’re your happiness and you’re mine.”

“You really upped your charm level, huh?” You laugh and hug him, completely forgetting you’re in the presence of the kids.

They all squeal and run towards you, squeezing in between and shouting, “me too! I want a hug, too!”

So you and Jungkook do, laughing as you both kneel and give them hugs.

His smile is so full, so satisfied, especially as he says, “god, we’re gonna have so many babies.”

It’s so casual; you don’t know if he’s aware he said it, as he continues to hug the kids and pat their heads, and you feel like you’re suspended. Your heart is floating, and the image of a family similar to this one flashes in your mind. And you can’t wipe off your smile.

The afternoon passes by. It’s a feast, as everybody enjoys the meat and noodles that you bought and they have their adequate share of the desserts. The little kids prepared poems of gratitude and congratulations to their older siblings for graduating, and the stars of the celebration couldn’t help but cry, too, even more when they express their thanks to you for doing what you could to make sure they see their education through.

You lean on Jungkook’s shoulder the whole time while he holds your hand, and you can’t help but think that during the moments when you’re happiest, like now, having him close makes everything just so much better. It’s like his touch makes it all real, like you can grasp happiness in your hands like this.

It’s a feeling you never thought possible, and you’d really want to experience it everyday of your life.

You make it home by 9, having passed by a stall on the way home for some fish cake soup, and you feel too tired to pack your things for your evening flight tomorrow.

Jungkook seems to be feeling the exhaustion, too, as he goes for the couch right as you both enter your bedroom.

He lays his head on the armrest and briefly closes his eyes before he opens them again to the sight of you near him, smiling at his spent form.

“I should help you pack,” he mumbles.

“It can wait. I have tomorrow morning to do it,” you assure, ready to head to the bathroom for a shower, but he pulls your hand and motions you to sit with him.

“You’ll be gone for a week again,” he reasons, and you give in.

You settle in between his legs and he leans forward so he could wrap his arms around you, his head settling in the crook of your neck, and you sit like this for a while, basking in the feel of each other in the silence. You could easily fall asleep like this if you didn’t feel so sticky, but then he speaks up.

“Did you mean what you said this morning? About us having our own place and not just me moving in?”

You turn around to face him, his arms still around you. “Yeah, not just you moving in, which I still hope you would even if my parents are too conservative for it,” you roll your eyes. “But a place of our own would be nice, right? Something we design together?”

“That would be nice,” he smiles.

“We’ll have a gym and basketball court for you,” you start to imagine. “And then I’ll have an entire room for a closet, and then a sauna and steam room, a pool, hot tub, a kitchen paradise for Mrs. Hwang, a movie theater, a—“

“Angel, we don’t need a mansion,” Jungkook laughs.

“We do! We literally need a room for everything,” you insist. “Don’t you want one?”

“I’ve lived in a tiny box my whole life, I don’t need that much space.”

“Well, I do,” you scrunch your eyebrows. “I mean.. My parents’ estate was my playground growing up and I kept running around and it was nice.”

“Fine,” he says, endeared with your pout. “But maybe we won’t need a 10-car garage and a bunker?”

“My parents have a bunker?” You gasp.

“Yes, and you’re not required to know where,” he smirks. “But, you have to remember that a large house isn’t easy to guard, okay? Anyone can hide anywhere.”

“Okay, fine. We can ditch the sauna and just have the steam room, and maybe not a theatre but a spacious movie room?”

“Maybe,” he laughs.

“And then we’ll have a house right in front of the beach somewhere, and in the mountains, and a cottage in the woods, and in some quaint Italian town,” you grin at the thought.

“Angel, one at a time, okay? We’ll need to save up for that,” he reminds you. “Well, I do.”

You nod, knowing that the talk of finances—what he can afford and can’t—isn’t the kind of conversation you both want to have right now. “Okay, we can start with one big house in Seoul.”

“Sounds good,” he says, kissing you deeply.

“How about you? Did you mean what you said about having lots of babies?” You ask shyly.

“I do,” he smiles. “I’ve been spending time with my half-siblings and it would’ve been great to have them when I was growing up, so as long as we have more than one, that would be enough. But only if you want, of course.”

“Of course I do! It was pretty lonely not having playmates and it would be nice for our kids to not feel so alone,” you reason.

“We’re really talking about this, huh?” He says, caressing your cheeks.

There’s no fear or worry in his voice the way there used to be when the topic of having a family would come up. It didn’t always bother you; Jungkook choosing you every single day was always more than enough. The idea of having a family with him only lived in the crevices of your mind, which you visited every once in a while. You didn’t want to get your hopes up if he wasn’t thinking of the future that far ahead.

But seeing his joy at the orphanage earlier and seeing it now, there’s that excitement of creating a family full of love with the man you’re overwhelmingly in love with.

You hum in agreement then kiss him deeply this time. “I love you so, so much, Jeon Jungkook,” as if it’s the only answer to everything.

“I love you so much,” he whispers in between kisses, which are getting more heated by the second.

You both shift until you’re able to straddle him, his fingers grazing your skin underneath your blouse.

“Thinking about it, I’m pretty sure we’re gonna have many babies,” you say, sitting up on his waist then laughing when he urges you to take your trousers off, which you do.

“Yeah?” He smirks, caressing your now bare thighs. “Why’s that?”

“Because I can already imagine it. You’re gonna be such a hot dad.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “And what makes you say that?”

“Well, we’ve already established that you’re really hot, as evidenced by every stranger trying to flirt with you every chance they get,” you frown, earning you a chuckle.

“But I also know you’ll be good at the whole parenting thing. You’ll be so doting and protective of all of us. You'll always worry about the kids, reprimand them for running too fast or straying too far or hurting themselves, but they’ll be your biggest weakness - you’ll be the softest bun when they’re hurt and they apologize with their doe eyes,” you smile as you imagine him not being able to resist the little ones when they say they’re sorry.

“And you’ll cook them their favorite food and teach them many things like how to play sports or ride a bike or make dumpling soup, and you’ll have the most tender smile on your face with the most loving eyes while you do.”

Jungkook looks back at you with adoration, getting lost in your imagination, too.

“You’ll want to prepare them for the challenges of life but want to protect them from everything, too,” you continue. “You’ll teach them to be independent but still want to give them a bath, dress them up, feed them, spoil them, because you don’t want to lose that attachment. You’ll be so supportive of everything they want to do or be. You’ll love playing with them - let them dress you up, tie your hair, paint your nails, be the dragon they’ll fight off.”

He hums as you take his hands and kiss them tenderly.

“You’ll be so good at everything, babe - fixing the house, cooking in the kitchen, helping them in school, playing with them…”

“Oh okay, I see where this is going,” he teases. “And what will you do?”

“All of those with you. We’ll do everything together,” you smile.

“We will,” he affirms.

“But you, mister, will be so adorable and so sexy doing all those that I’m gonna have to keep making love to you. So yes, I think we’re gonna have many babies because I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

Your eyes turn dark and so do his. He pulls you for a searing kiss, mumbling “that’s a good plan,” then takes your blouse and your bra off.

His hands roam your torso, knowing one day it’ll hold the most precious beings, created out of love and desire.

But your imagination doesn’t stop, as you bite your lip and remove his shirt, his half naked body laid out for you to mark as you wish.

“And then we’ll go on trips and do groceries and go to parks and be there during school events and throw our kids the best birthday parties,” you continue, “and all the men and women will be so jealous because I have the sweetest, most amazing, hottest husband out there.”

You meet his piercing eyes and his smug face turns you on even more. You’re panting already and you need to sate your desire. You start with his neck, sucking and licking the flesh as you feel his breaths get quicker.

“Hmm. Getting off on the thought of others being jealous of you, huh angel?”

Your mouth travels south, kissing his taut chest, your wet muscle swirling his nipples, causing him to hiss.

“Maybe,” you mumble.

You trace his abs with your tongue, moaning at the perfection that is his body, knowing you could have this for the rest of your life.

The rise and fall of his chest tells you that he’s into it, too, much so when he moans at the kisses on his pelvis while you remove his trousers, slowly revealing his aching length.

You drool at the sight. So does he, with the view of you in between his legs causing his heart rate to shoot up. You take his warm cock in your hand, stroking it while you meet his half-lidded eyes that’s already getting lost in your movements.

You lick his slit, then his shaft, and he groans in impatience before you take him in your mouth - slowly, until you feel his tip on your throat, and you clench around him, causing him to moan loudly.

“Fuck, angel. I’ll cum if you keep doing that.”

You look at him with fluttering eyelashes as you find a steady up and down pace, your mouth and hand on his dick moving in tandem.

You suck and pop then take him deep. You eventually let him take control, and he holds your head gently so he could thrust his cock inside your mouth at a pace that he knows you can handle. You keep up, holding onto his sides for support. It’s when your gags get louder that he pulls you away, and he wipes the drool off your mouth and chin to give you a deep kiss.

He kisses you intensely as you now lay on top of him, his hands gripping your ass as he pushes against you.

“So fucking good, angel,” he moans as he sucks your neck. “So warm for me.”

“Fuck, babe,” you pant, feeling his still-hardened length poking you, needing the friction so badly.

“I’ll make you feel good, too okay? You’ll take what I’ll give, yeah?”

“Yes, baby, yes. Make me feel good, please.”

“Okay, good girl. Let’s get this thing off,” he says, ripping off your underwear again, his oops face for ruining another one of your expensive lingerie lasting only 2 seconds before his lustful gaze returns.

You help him lift yourself up. He takes his cock and lets you slide on top of him, sitting yourself comfortably as the sting is something you’re now used to. You rock against him gently, eyes closed as you savor the feel of him.

“That’s right, keep going, angel.”

You grip his strained thighs as he plays with your clit while he rocks along with you, and the feeling of overwhelming sensation starts to build.

Your half-lidded eyes and parted mouth tells him you’re starting to lose yourself in it, and this is when Jungkook usually takes control.

He shifts you so he could hold your hips steady as he does the work of pounding into you from below. The pleasure is immediate, as the angle is one that makes him hit a certain spot inside you. He’s relentless as he thrusts himself upward into your hole, and you’re screaming, cursing, urging him to keep going, and he does.

“You’re taking me so fucking well, angel.”

“Ah, fuck, babe. I’m cumming,” you moan.

This prompts him to go faster, harder, and you could barely make out his furrowed eyebrows and the sweat dripping on his temples at the intense way he’s ramming into you.

You shriek as you come, losing balance and feeling weak, but Jungkook holds you up then guides you to lay on his now sweaty chest. You catch your breath and so does he. He tries to calm himself by caressing your also sweaty back.

He peppers kisses on your forehead and you hum in response, feeling so spent but also wanting more, as you rock your hips, knowing he’s still hard inside you.

“One more?” He asks.

“Yes,” you pant. “Want more. Want you to fill me with your cum, babe.”

You turn to him and lazily kiss him while he slowly gets in the groove again. The kiss, which is mostly tongue and you sighing into each other, gets intense after a while.

You get your energy back and you lift yourself so he could take your nipples in his mouth, and he gets to work - sucking, licking, kissing, and it’s not long after when your moans get loud once more.

This prompts him to wrap his arms around your waist so he could shove himself into you intensely again, fervently, with so much passion and force.

It’s almost animalistic, this need and desire to make you feel all of him, to make you scream in pleasure, to mark each other, to want more.

He holds you steady as he continues, and your cries of praise lets him keep going, until he feels you clench around him, with you cumming with no warning, and this causes him to spill into you as well.

You feel some of your joint slick spill out of you but you don’t mind. The sex was good, as it always is, and your clouded, still fucked out mind still can’t get the image of your family together out of it.

It’s later in the night when you and Jungkook have washed up that you lay in bed, on top of him again as you want to feel the comfort of him like this. Your head is on his naked chest and his fingers trace patterns on your bare back, and you both just stay like this, enjoying the quiet, intimate moments you get to share.

“I meant it all, okay?” You whisper. “You’re gonna be an amazing dad.”

“And you’re gonna be an amazing mom, too. You know that, right?”

You nod and turn to him. “I look up to Mrs. Hwang as a mother, to me and her own kids. And she said the same thing,” you smile at the memory of not long ago.

“Our babies will grow up to have so much love in their lives because of us, Jungkook, because we have so much love in ours, for each other, and for others. We’re gonna live good, happy lives, babe. I just know it.”

It’s a nice thought, your children growing up in a love-filled home, with parents who have nothing but love in them, too. And it makes Jungkook think of what he didn’t have, what you didn’t have, and he knows it will take more than just wanting that kind of life.

“They will, we will,” he responds.

“Don’t think I’m rushing, okay babe?” You affirm him. “I love our life now. It’s fun and exciting even with all the things we have to deal with.”

He returns your smile. “I know; I’m not rushing, too. I want to be ready and capable of giving you the life that you deserve, ___. That our future kids deserve.”

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