#like this lil stupid drabble got me snotting

[samwrights]

HEY HEY HEY ! hows your Sunday going ?? Could I please have a lev nsfw story coz I’m thirsty for lev 🥺 and also coz boi is underrated 🥰 THANKIEWWW

ASK (thrice?) AND YE SHALL RECEIVE. So this one came to me while I was taking a shower and apparently I am in THE MOOD for our lil Russian bb—I also want to include that any other requests in my inbox that are asking for a Lev nsfw drabble, hc, oneshot will be directed to this post. Also Lev is 20 in this, Alissa is 24. Ahem, without further ado—

Warnings: uh Lev this is not how you comfort people who just got cheated on but, comfort sex, Lev’s first time, also awkward theme of having a crush on someone younger??

Edit: when you write nsfw while at work. the irony is not lost on me

Haiba Lev thought that one day, maybe, his stupid cliched crush on his older sister’s best friend would subside. A challenge in and of itself, considering you had been spending weekends at the Haiba home every single week for four years.

Four agonizing years of seeing you parade around in spandex shorts that clung to your body like a second skin with a baggy cutoff that dipped low enough to offer your bare hips.

Four years of listening to the way you pined after different crushes you had throughout the years.

Two years of hearing you gush over the unsavory, filthy things your boyfriend did to you through thin shared walls between his and Alisa’s room.

Four years of all of this bullshit, and Lev had finally had enough. He had to get out of this house before he either jacked off, again, from imagining he was the one balls deep in your cunt rather than your stupid boyfriend or he burst into Alisa’s room and just started reaming you in front of her.

Yeah, he needed to leave.

Yet, when Lev slips by his sister’s room, he doesn’t hear any gushing or squeals or even laughter coming from beyond the closed door. He hears crying, accompanied by soft shushing that he recognizes is Alisa’s voice.

“—you’re so much better than this and you deserve better than him.”

Oh?

Without even thinking, Lev knocks gently on the door, calling out your name. “Everything okay?” A dumb question, perhaps, but he can’t shake the feeling, the calling, that he needed to do something. To his surprise, Alisa opens the door, though not quite enough to allow him to see you in your obviously distressed state.

“Actually, can I ask you for a favor, Lyovochka?” Alisa peeks her head out the door, bright green eyes wandering as if to scope out the surroundings even though she knew nobody else was home. Like she was sworn to top secret information that nobody else was allowed to hear except for the man in question. Lev gives a half-hearted shrug, goading his sister to continue. “I just wanna run to the store really quick and grab some sweets for [name]. But she isn’t really in a state to come with me and I don’t want to leave her alone right now. Can you just watch over her?”

It felt wrong for Lev to admit this, even if only to himself, but he felt like after all the years he wasted praying to a god he didn’t believe in, his prayers had finally been answered. “Yeah, yeah I can do that.” Alisa opens the door a little more, revealing the disheveled mess that was you. If he were to sum it up in one word, it would be Yikes.

But even with your face red and your nose running and your eyes nearly swollen shut as you sobbed, you never looked more beautiful to Lev. So raw, so you. So damn beautiful. “I’m just gonna go grab some ice cream, [name]. Lev’s gonna be here for you until I get back, okay?” You have a nod, simultaneously choking down the bile that rose in your throat as your mind flurries with vivid, foul images of finding your boyfriend plowing a woman you’d never seen before in your bed. Thinking it’s smarter to leave sooner so that she can return quickly, Alissa flits off, leaving you in her little brother’s care.

It’s a little embarrassing, having your best friend’s little brother stand in the door jamb while every ounce of liquid is propelled through your eyeballs in waterfalls but you can’t stop. “I-I’m sorry, Lev, I should—“

“You don’t have to do anything.” The boy’s voice is lighthearted as he takes cautious, weary steps towards your crumpled frame on the floor. You say nothing as he approaches, lanky arms open slightly as he crouched before you. “C’mon. I don’t think sitting here is going to fix anything.” Lev gingerly places a hand on your bare feet, capturing your attention until he’s once again holding his arms open, gesturing at himself. Sniffling up the snot that had dribbled down your face, you limply wrap your arms around his neck. The Nekoma alumni wraps his own snake-like arms around your waist before hoisting you up to carry you. Feeling the sudden shift in gravity, you instinctively wrap your legs around his midsection so he didn’t drop you.

Were this under any other circumstance, Lev would be over the moon over the close contact. Shit, he was, but that was inappropriate. He was supposed to keeping you company not indulging in his wet daydreams of holding you just like this while he—

Bad Lev.

The middle blocker adjusts his grip around you to better support you, one of his arms dipping lower to press your hips closer to his torso while the other crosses over your shoulder blades and he swears he’s not thinking lewd thoughts in the moment. No, not in the slightest. Instead he convinces himself that he’s focused on the way you’re sniffling in his ear while your tear-soaked face is buried in his shoulder. He swears he’s not thinking about the way your lips are moving, albeit in sobs, along the thin fabric of his shirt. He swears.

Lev successfully manages to bring you to the living room sofa, ready to plop you down so he can try to comfort you with some cute, heartfelt movie. Yet your hands refuse to unwind from his neck, despite his arms already having fallen to his sides. “P-please...just hold me right now?”

There had to be a god or an angel or whatever higher power looking out for Lev.

As opposed to plopping you down on the couch, the younger Haiba plants himself beside you before fixing it so that you’re comfortably across his lap while his arms encircled your waist and resting his chin on the crown of your head. The soothing gesture only makes you sob more. “Do you want to talk about it?” Lev asks you, his chin applying and retracting pressure on your skull as he talks.

“There isn’t really anything to talk about,” despite you responding slowly after a brief pause, your voice is painted with bitter distaste, “I-I came home from work a-and he was, um, in our bed with someone.” You’re trying hard, so hard to hold it together but with every syllable is paired with a flicker of memory that causes your voice to break and crack along your lips. “I just...left. I couldn’t stay there, I-I didn’t even wait for an explanation—“

“[name], you don’t need an explanation and he should never have put himself or you in that position to begin with!”

“W-what?” Lev pulls himself away from his natural slouch, turning you slightly so that your hands find purchase on his broad shoulders and you can see the way his emerald eyes are on fire, despite the seemingly contradictory groan that rumbles in his chest.

“[name], you’re stunning, you’re funny, brilliant and you didn’t lose anything in this but some douche that can’t see how fucking amazing you are.” Maybe it’s Lev’s words or maybe it’s the way the pads of his fingers are now all but clutching at your skin as he cradles the sides of your face or maybe it’s the way his thumb is running over the trail of damp tears caressing your cheek bones. Whatever it is, your lips are pulled apart slightly as rapid, shallow breaths are leaving your lungs as your heartbeat thrums in your eardrums and swallowing this moment whole as Lev’s lip slat over your own.

The fire that was once swirling in his green eyes moves as he closes them, separating into the kiss to bring you the warmth you craved and desire into his belly because Lev wanted more. He wants more and he can’t stop himself from worming his tongue past your slightly parted lips and into your mouth. The muscle greets yours, shyly waiting for some form of reciprocation before proceeding. Your arms tighten around his neck, pulling him closer and forcing more of him into you because god, the only things you wanted right now was heat and comfort and affection and someone to show you that you were worth loving.

One of Lev’s hands that was resting on your cheek maneuvers away to once again snake around your waist as it had when he was carrying you. This time, his limb acted as a guide to grind your hips along his half-hard erection through his tightening jeans. Despite rushed and needy actions below, his kiss is the perfect juxtaposition. Tender and tentative, now that you’ve silently given him permission, Lev slides his tongue along the crevices of your mouth with your own petting the underside in encouragement. Meanwhile, your arms unwind themselves around his neck, allowing your fingers to trace down the front of his shirt until you’re met with the button of his jeans.

A surprised grunt leaves his chest while his lips leave yours, causing you to pull away while Lev watches your nimble fingers deftly working off the button and zipper off of his pants. “W-wait...” he tries to fight off the trepidation in his voice, grabbing onto one of your wrists to prevent you from ripping off his bottoms. He’s trying to not fuel every dirty fantasy he’d ever experience because this is real life. This is real life and for the past four years, Lev has had feelings for you and he can’t just bring himself to take advantage of your vulnerability. “We don’t have to do this.”

“What?” You nearly snarl. He waits until after he’s soaked you through your spandex to let his guilty conscious get in the way?!

“I love you, [name],” the trepidation is replaced by a swirl of confidence. If Lev is about to dick down the woman of his dreams, he was going to make sure you knew all the pain and suffering he endured and all the love behind his motivations. “And I’m not going to allow myself to just be a rebound—“

“You were too young,” you interrupt. Your hands finally stopped fidgeting with his pants and trying to get them off; instead, you mimic the same action he had done earlier with cupping his cheeks. “Plus, having a crush? On my best friend’s little brother? Talk about a cliche.” To your surprise, Lev lets out a laugh before he allows you to pull him closer, initiating the kiss this time around. Contrary to his own fire moments ago, your kiss is tender and delicate and full of tremors that reassure him he isn’t the only one feeling this. But your hips, on the other hand, are grinding even harder into him, his cock standing at full attention from under his boxers, the fabric pushing at the ajar zipper. “Touch me.” You breathe out as you pull away, raising your lower half so that he can rip off the damp spandex shorts you were wearing.

Your words give him the green light that Lev has been waiting to hear for years and he would be damned if he wasted anymore time. Plus, Alisa could be home at any minute and he’d really really rather be balls deep in you before she returned. The second your shorts and underwear are off, Lev licks the pads of two of his fingers, bringing them to your already swollen clit. Though apparently, his own assistance was unnecessary because you were fucking soaked. All from a fucking kiss. But, still wanting to prepare you and abide by your wishes, Lev unceremoniously plunges his middle finger into your core, forcing a scream to tear from your throat.

This was so much better than you imagined.

His massive finger was quickly accompanied by one more, stretching your walls beyond what you were used to by yourself or even your now ex. “Holy shit,” you seethed through clenched teeth as he moves them in urgent successions. From what you can tell, pleasure isn’t the first thing on his mind—just feeling you is enough for him. And right now, it’s enough for you too.

You claw at his bottoms, pulling down his jeans and boxers low enough to allow his mast to stand at full attention. The look on his face speaks volumes, along with the peridot glow swirling with the natural lust in his emerald orbs—he wants this to last. Lev doesn’t want to rush even though he had just told himself he didn’t want to waste time, doesn’t want this to only be a brief flicker of in the movie reel of his life. He wants permanence. “Maybe not when Alisa is on her way,” you murmur gingerly, brushing your hand under his jaw to pull him into a sweet kiss before slowly sinking down on his length.

Slowly, because had you matched the urgency you had while half undressing him, his girth would have caused tearing. “Fuck,” Lev hisses, instantly feeling your walls clench around him like velvet encasing glass. This was so much better than he ever dreamed of.

His large hands dig into your bare hips, the hem of your cutoff shirt draping over his knuckles as he cautiously guides your body closer and closer until his cock is fully sheathed inside. “Holy fucking shit.” Never in your life had you felt so full and you weren’t sure if it was the fact you were fucking Lev at all or the fact that his dick was pressing on your diagphram responsible for the moans leaving your lips.

A small laugh bubbles from his chest, either from being impressed or the fact that he was feeling the same, you were unsure. “You alright?” Lev is breathless, the question laced with subtle attempts to catch his breath as he brushes stray locks from your forehead. When you give a nod, he presses a chaste kiss to your swollen lip, swallowing the shriek that came from him starting to move you.

Surely, you had died and entered the ninth layer of hell because there was no way on earth riding your best friend’s little brother’s dick was supposed to be this fucking good.

Cautiously, with Lev’s guidance, your hips rise and fall, each gentle rock aiding in stretching you further and further. Lev lets out a groan, throwing his head back as you inadvertedly clenched tighter from the veins of his dick greeting your walls. As an opportunist, you took the chance to latch your lips along his exposed neck, allowing wanton need to flow through your teeth as you nibble at the flesh. The bruises that would surely come would only be the public reminder of the salacious act between the two of you.

Lev can feel his balls tighten because goddamn you weren’t letting up on the clenching. Were you even clenching? He was unsure at this point—maybe it was just you being naturally tight. All he was certain of is that he didn’t want the feeling of your pelvis smacking against his to ever end. And he wants to say something, anything, about how good your tight little pussy is squeezing him so tight and his badly he wants to cum inside you and how he waited to lose his virginity to you, but Lev just can’t make anything other than breathless moans leave his lungs.

Satisfied with the hefty, dark purple bruise forming on his neck, you ghosted you’re lips over Lev’s in the most intimate way you could muster, with the two of you sharing a single breath that spoke volumes over any words you could have shared. You’d waited for Lev, and you needed him to know that. Waited for the day that the two of you were able to overcome the awkward boundaries of meeting mutually through Alisa, waited for the day you could apologize for not waiting for him to come of age. Waited for the moment in which you could forgive yourself for dating some shit head when you could have been with the man you’d been pining after since he graduated high school.

But he knows this—Lev can feel it in the way you’re moving your hips on your own, taking his full girth and screaming his name. He can feel it in the way the muscles of your cunt are spasming around his cock as your end breaks through the surface and the way your head is falling to rest on his collarbone because you just can’t take the way his length is rubbing you in all the right ways. “‘M cumming,” you mumble out along his skin.

“Couldn’t wait for me anymore, huh?” He lets out a broken laugh before thrusting up into you, forcing the rest of your orgasm through. Your wails, the way your hips are meeting all of his thrusts, the way the bulbous head of his cock meets your womb—he can’t fucking stand it anymore. He’s so overwhelmed with everything, being swallowed by lust, that Lev cradles you’re jaw once more to pull you in for one more kiss in which there’s no more love. There’s no love, no lust, just you. “Where do you want it?” He asks, green eyes strangled with need because he was right fucking there.

“Cum inside me,” you whine. The words end all conscious thoughts as Lev grips your waist brutally, holding you in place while he fucks into you punishingly from below until you can feel his cock twitching as he paints the walls of your pussy with his emission. His pace slows gradually until he’s just barely moving, yet he refused to withdraw. He didn’t want to leave your warmth quite yet, especially not with the way your chest is heaving against his and the way you’re clutching at his bare arms.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for the last four years.” He lets out a laugh, his cock softening along with his eyes while he looks at you lovingly.

“Me too,” you admit quietly, forgetting how events had even lead to this in first place. It didn’t matter anymore. The two of you stayed that way, flaccid dick remaining inside your exhausted cavern until Alisa walked in through the door calling both of your names.

Oh fuck.

[jungshookz]

ceo!yoongi - daddy’s little girl

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ summary: it seems like hwayoung might have a favourite parent, and, spoiler alert: it’s not you.

→ genre: ceo!yoongi universe, fluFF aka jimin and hwayoung in matching teddy jackets, angst because parenthood is hard, lil touch of smut because yoongi n y/n have missed each other and hwayoung keeps cockblocking them womp womp

→ wordcount: 5.5k

→ notes: if you missed the ceo!yoongiverse as much as i did i hope you’ll like this drabble!! i’m sorry it took so long ya girl’s been buSY as heck! anyways i have moVed on from google translate and i have a vEry special translator who i will not expose in case they want to remain anonymous but for those of you who were horrified by the google translate korean from a couple drabbles ago i hope this time around it’s better!! also i couldn’t come up with a better title so get ur minds out of the guTTER

if you have no idea whO ceo!yoongi is, go ahead and read the fic that started it allllllllll anyways i hope you guys like this one! feel free to flood the friCK out of my inbox i love dat shit

or if you’re interested in reading other ceo!yoongi drabbles: the proposal | x | the wedding | x | the first date | x | jealousy | x | baby makes three | x | the fishnet stockings | x | baby min’s timeline | x | the birth of baby min | x |

if u wanna ask yoongs or y/n (or hwayoung?? u won’t get a lot outta her unfortunately) anything u know what to do ;-)

(gif isn’t mine!)

(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))

you’re pretty sure hwayoung hates you

which is NOT fair because you gRew her for nine months and um also YOU BIRTHED HER

“we’re never going to get this diaper on if you keep kiCking me” you scowl as her tiny foot digs into your (still sensitive) stomach and you wince in pain

how the frick do diapers work

it’s just deconstructed underwear and you can’t even figure it out

which way is the back????

“okay, let me just…” you lift her up a little and slide the diaper underneath and plop her bum back down

hm

no that doesn’t look right

maybe that’s the front???

“sorry, wait-“ you lift her up again and she gurgles when you whIp the diaper away from under her “okay, now i got it”

you’re about to reach out to lift her up again but then

o frick

you sigh frustratedly when her face crumples up and she starts to wail “oH my god girl why are you crying?? what is there to cry about?????? do you want to hang out in a poopy diaper all day???? i’m trying to help you!!”

she starts to cry harder and now yOU want to cry

jesus

your ears are literally about to start bleeding

this girl has a pair of lungs for sure

“hey, what’s wrong? y/n, what did you do?” you turn as yoongi walks into the nursery looking as concerned as ever

“wha- what makes you think i did something??” you scoff and yoongi plucks the diaper from your hand

“오~케이 아빠왔다! 아빠가 기저귀 빨리 갈아줄게! [oh...okay... daddy’s here! daddy’s gonna change your diaper!]” yoongi tuts and slides the diaper underneath her and her wails begin to reduce to small hiccups and whimpers “y/n, jagi, i know you’re tired but maybe you shouldn’t yell at our two-month-old child, hm?”

“i wasn’t yelling-“

“you kind of were” yoongi mutters and you clench your fists in frustration

you can’t help it

you haven’t slept in like a week so you’re exhausted and you feel like you’re about to pass out all the time

your boobs are always just,.., leaKIng

your nipples!!! are so chaffed!!! and so raw!!!!!!!!

all of your clothes are now stained with multiple types of bodily fluids

you watch as yoongi tightens the straps and then sticks the little tabs down

and the whole time

hwayoung doesn’t move and barely makes a peep

she gurgles as he tucks her legs back into the onesie and buttons her little outfit back up

“alright, you chunky monkey” he pinches her thighs and grins down at her “we’re all done! 아~ 내 째깐한기— 누구 딸이길레 이렇게 귀여운거야? [oh, you’re so cute - whose baby is this cute?]” he coos and tickles her plump lil belly

he rubs his nose against hers and her tiny palm slaps against his cheek

yoongi picks her up and cradles her in his arms and she sucks her fist into her mouth

“how about you go and take a shower? i can take care of her for a bit” yoongi murmurs and yanks her fist out of her mouth

she whines and shoves her fist back in

he doesn’t give you a choiCe because then he’s walking out of the nursery

okay

guess you’re taking a shower

you let out a long sigh as the hot water rains down on you

you don’t know how you’re going to survive motherhood

it’s already so hard

you can’t even put a diaper on

you know what

motherhood is difficult buT you know for a fact it’s going to become easier

yeah

just give it some time

everything will be fine

3AM

the sudden sound of wailing jolts you awake and you sit up immediately

the baby monitor next to you is blinking like crazy

u don’t even need the baby monitor to tell u that hwayoung is crying because her cries are so loUD

you reach over and turn on the lamp and let out a sigh

there’s some shuffling next to you and yoongi reaches over and places a hand on your bare thigh

“i got it, don’t worry.” yoongi murmurs and rubs the sleep out of his eyes with his other hand

“you had a long day at work today… i can take care of it” you bring his hand up to your mouth and press a kiss over his knuckles

“no… no….i…i got it…” yoongi rolls over onto his stomach and flops an arm over your lap

he’s basically fallen back asleep and you can’t help but snort quietly at your husband

you run your fingers through his hair gently before pushing him back so that he’s on his back

you let out another yawn and crawl out of bed

“coming, i’m coming…” you make your way down the hall to hwayoung’s room

goD

you are so tired you could pass out right now

“hi, sweet girl… can’t sleep, hm?” you scoop her up into your arms and she tucks her face into the crook of your neck and continues to sob

you can feel your shoulder getting wet from the copious amount of tears and snoT being produced by your child as you pace back and forth

you spend the next twenty or so minutes trying to calm her down but nothing seems to be working

she keeps spitting out her pacifier

you tried bouncing her and it didn’t work

you cradled her in your arms and sat in the rocking chair and it didn’t work

you even tried singing that stupid tomato song that jungkook and jimin sing to her that she seems to like (u don’t really know the lyrics so it was basically just you saying ‘tomato’ over and over again but in the tune of the song lmao)

“she’s still crying?” you look over your shoulder to see yoongi standing by the door

you’re about to respond but hwayoung lets out another ear-piercing sob

he scratches at his bare chest and lets out a yawn before holding his arms out “c’mere, give her to me”

you’re about to protest because u want to prove to yourself AND yoongi that you are capable of making your guys’ child stop crying but like

your arms are starting to get tired

and hwayoung doesn’t seem like she’s going to stop crying any time soon

the moment yoongi takes her into his arms her cries start to quiet down significantly and you’re like ????????

are u having a fever dream

is this even happening right now

“yeah, there we go… 아이고야, 아기야 울지말거라.....[no need to cry…]” yoongi coos and pats her back gently

a fat tear rolls down her cheek as she shuts her eyes and-

what

did she just fall asleep

she totally just fell asleep

“hey, look at that! easy-peasy.” yoongi teases but the smile drops from his face when he sees that you are very noT amused

“that is so not fair.” you grumble and watch him put her back in her crib

as days start bleeding into weeks you can’t help but realise just how exhausting being a mother is

you can’t even grasp the basic concept of time because you’ve been hanging out at home all day and all night

you only know it’s nighttime whenever yoongi comes back from work

yoongi’s been a vEry supportive and doting husband and father even though you know he’s super busy at work

he offers to make dinner and he gives you back massages when you need it

he’s always the first one outta bed whenever hwayoung starts crying in the middle of the night

jimin and kook stop by from time to time

most of the time they bring food for you which you’re very grateful for

the point is

usually you have someone there with you whenever things get rough

but tonight

tonight is really testing you

yoongi isn’t going to be home for a little while longer

jimin is busy at work with yoongi

jungkook’s hanging out with his other pals tonight

so it’s just you and your baby

speaking of your baby

hwayoung is being especially difficult tonight

more difficult than usual

you can’t help but wonder if she inherited the stubborn gene from you (the answer is yes in case it wasn’t already painfully clear)

she hasn’t cried in two hours which is concerning because she usually bursts into tears like every twenty minutes

that means when she eventually cries it’s going to be the most intense waiLS you think you’ll ever get from her

“you sure you don’t want any milk?” you let out a sigh of frustration as you try feeding her your nipple and she moves her head away before bursting into tears “c’mon, just-“ you try manoeuvring her head towards your boob again and she whips her head away “hwayoung, please, mommy’s boob is literally probABly going to explode if you don’t-“ she starts to cry harder and you’re pretty sure she’s going to pop a lung if she doesn’t stop “okay okAY okay no milk no milk” you shush and stand up and start bouncing her gently

you wince and reach up to cup your boob

o god

your boobs hurt so fuckign much

you need to pump some milk out before you pass out

you haven’t used the breast pump yet because hwayoung’s been diligent with the milk drinking but for some reason she’s refused to drink aLL day today which has resulted in what you think is an ovERProduction of milk in your boobs

“shh, it’s okay, there’s nothing to cry about…” you mutter as you go through the cupboards and- “ah! found it!!”

“mommy’s just gonna put you down here, okay?” hwayoung’s calmed down a bit but you know she’s still irritated because she keeps fussing and whining

you lie her down on the couch and take a seat next to her

you don’t think you’ve ever felt suCh relief in your life when you finally attach the pump to your boob and it starts suCkINg the milk out of your body

“thank god..” you sigh and rest your head back against the couch

all that can be heard in the room is the continuous pumping of the machine with hwayoung’s occasional babble thrown in

see

everything’s fine

you glance over and-

“hwayoung-!” you gasp and imMediately reach out to grab her before she can roll off the damn couch

and then all hell breaks loose

your hand knocks against the bottle attached to your boob when your arms whIP out to grab onto her

the bottle tumbles onto the ground and you literally want to die when the milk spills out and starts soaking into the rug

that was

that was like all of your milk

that was hwayoung’s meal and it’s all gone

“fuckin-“ hwayoung’s shrieking at this point and you have no idea what to do

here you are in the middle of the living room with a boob hanging out of your nurSing bra with your child crying into the crook of your neck

“okay, it’s fine, don’t cry!” you seem like you’re telling yourself that rather than hwayoung

you groan in pain when you shoVe your sore boob back into your bra and you don’t even bother buttoning yoongi’s shirt up because there’s no timE

“okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, mommy’s here,” you try to shush hwayoung as you furiously dab at the carpet with her ducky blanket

she’s squirming in your grip and you wince when she smacks her tiny fist against your face

“-daddy heard your crying all the way from- woAh what the hell” the last thing yoongi expects to see when he walks into the penthouse is the sight of you on your knees scrubbing at the carpet while cradling hwayoung in your arms (who is squirming so much she’s literally about to faLL out of your arms)  

“take her, i need to clean up the milk” yoongi rushes over and takes hwayoung from you and you immediately zip to the kitchen to grab the cleaning supplies

“눈물 뚝... [don’t cry, don’t cry...]” yoongi whispers and bounces her in his arms

she continues blubbering and big fat tears roll down the sides of her face “화영아 울지마... 아빠야.. [hwayoungie, don’t cry... it’s daddy...] no, no! don’t cry, it’s okay!] y/n, what happened??”

“i- it’s fine, everything’s fine, it was an accident,” you breathe out as you come back with a damp cloth “-i was pumping milk and i put her down and i wasn’t paying attention and she was wiggling around a lot and i guess she squirmed all the way to the edge of the couch buT BUT i caught her! i caught her and ended up ripPing the pump off my boob-“ you drop to your knees and start dabbing at the milk

it’s too late

most of it has soaked into the rug and you don’t want the living room to reek of your crusty breast milk when it fully dries

shiT

you should grab the bleach

but this rug was eXPENSIVE

“i’ll go put her to bed, okay? i’ll be right back”

you don’t know if it’s the hormones or the lack of sleep or whatever but suddenly you feel your eyes starting to well up with tears the moment you’re left alone

it’s just

you’re so overwhelmed and so tired

hwayoung hates you

you can’t do anything right

you can’t even put a damn diaper on your baby

you can’t get her to drink from your stupid boob

and not to mention it took you like 20 minutes to figure out how to attach a pump to your boOb

your movements start to slow down significantly when it hits you

you’re an unfit mother

it’s true

you are an unfit mother

“she’s a bit fussy tonight, no?” yoongi jokes as he comes down the stairs

he purses his lips when you don’t reply and continue to scrub fuRIously at the rug “…lemme help-“

“no, it’s okay.” you shake your head quickly and swallow the lump growing in your throat

yoongi kinda stands there awkwardly because he doesn’t know,..,,. what to do.,.,

“okay. uh… do you… want pizza for dinner? cauliflower crust good with you.” he jokes aGain as he loosens his tie

and once again

he’s met with nothing but silence

he feels like this is the calm before the storm

something’s coming

u know what

he’s just going to call the pizza place

he’ll make sure to get extra garlic dip for u

hopefully that’ll cheer you up a bit

you lean back against the couch and look down at the dark patch on the rug

okay well

you got most of the milk out

so everything is fine now

yes

everything is fine

you press your lips together to try and suppress the incoming soB because you know yoongi’s tired and he probably doesn’t want to deal with-  

“i’m a terrible mother!” you burst into tears and immediately reach up to cover your face with your hands and yoongi jumps in surprise

thEre it is

“baby, no! you’re not a terrible mother!!” yoongi’s brows knit together and he drops to the ground right next to you

you immediately launch yourself into yoongi’s arms and bury your face into the crook of his neck

“i just don’t understand why i can’t do anything right like i can’t [hiccup] even change her diaper i don’t know [sob] what the f-front of the diaper looks like and what the back of the diaper [hiccup] looks like and she won’T EVEN drINk from my b-boob so now my boobs huRT [sob] and i know it’s not her fault because it’s always my fault i’m the one who keeps messing up howamisupposedtotakecareofababywhenicanbarelytakecareofmyself-“  

yoongi can barely understand what you’re saying because your words are muffled and you’re blurring them together pluS you’re uncontrollably sobbing but he manages to make out a couple of your sentences

he lets you cry and cry and crY out all your anger and sadness and frustrations for the next ten minutes until you quite literally have no tears left to cry

you sniffle and pull away from yoongi

your eyes are watery and puffy and your nose is red and your lips are swollen “…so how was work?”

“you aren’t a terrible mother.” yoongi deadpans before reaching up to cup your cheeks “how’d you manage to get that silly idea into your head?”

you scoff and reach up to wipe at your eyes “yoongi, i can’t do anything right. you’re nailing this whole being a parent thing and i’m just fucking it up for everyone.”

“no, you’re not! and you’re not alone, you know that! we’re both in this together - last time i checked, hwayoung is half of you and half of me. i have my fuck up moments too! i didn’t tell you this because i didn’t want you to get mad but i accidentally clipped hwayoung’s finger when i was cutting her fingernails and there was a little bit of blood but-“

“you whAT-“

“-not to mention, you have jimin and unfortunately you have jungkook too but the point is you are not alone in this!!! i know things are hard right now because babies are difficult but you are not a terrible mother. you take care of hwayoung-ie so well and you love her so much and i can’t even think of any woman more perfect than you to raise my child. it’ll get better, i promise. but for now, the most important thing you need to know is that you are not a terrible mother.” yoongi holds your face up “look at me and say it.”

your eyes flicker up to him before they look back down at the rug “…u r not a terrible mother”

“y/n, seriously-“

“i am not a terrible mother.” you murmur and reach up to wipe at your puffy eyes

“i would ask you to say it louder but i’m not risking waking the baby up.” yoongi laughs lightly and wipes a stray tear away for you before giving you a sweet lil kiss “you okay?”

“ya i guess so... you still gonna order pizza for us?”

“mhm”

“with extra cheese?”

“yup”

“and stuffed crust?”

“…well now you’re just pushing it buT yes, you deserve stuffed crust.”

:-)

yoongi was right

things got better

“what’s the matter with this film?? it’s about mermaids! i’m sure you’ll grow to like mermaids.” you look over at hwayoung who’s just chilling in her little rocker

since you and yoongi are ~millennial~ parents obviously you guys had to get your baby more modern things

it’s a rocker that rocks itself!!

..or maybe u guys are just lazy lol

hwayoung gurgles and her little arms flail around a bit

“unless you wanna watch basketball or something.” you mutter and switch the channel

you’re sitting on the ground next to her and the both of you are just enjoying each others’ company

once again hwayoung’s pudgy bread roll arms flail around

“what’s the matter, miss fussy?” you coo and pull her out of the rocker gently and proceed to place her on your chest

you lower the volume on the tv because you figure she’d appreciate more silence since she’s tryna go to sleep

“alright alright just gimme a second to get comfortable.” you can’t help but laugh when she lets out the tiniest most adorable yawn

you sit on the couch and lean back a bit and hwayoung burrows her face into the crook of your neck before turning and squishing her cheek against your shoulder

and-

you pause

“…hwayoung?” you whisper and awkwardly crane your neck so you can kINda look at her face

oh my god

she fell asleep

no way

you press your lips together to keep yourself from scREECHING in excitement because she nEVER falls asleep in your arms!!!!!!! EVER

holy shit

ok

oh god

now you can’t move because u don’t want to wake her up

u know what it’s totally fine because the point is hwayoung is sleeping on yOU

“i can do this.” you breathe out as you look up at the ceiling

yeah

you can do this

you’re not a terrible mother

yoongi shuts the door behind him as quietly as he can

the penthouse is eerily quiet tonight and yoongi’s only slightly concerned

he’s tempted to call out for you but he doesn’t want to just in case-

oh

aw

yoongi has to press his lips together to suppress the big fat grin on his face because there you are

there you are

asleep on the couch with an arm hanging off the edge while the other is wrapped around hwayoung

meanwhile hwayoung is sprawled on top of you with her lil cheek smushed against your chest

her little duckie blanket is tossed over her

the two of you are drooling which yoongi finds absolutely endearing

“c’mere...” yoongi scoops hwayoung up from your chest and cradles her in his arms

she stirs in her sleep and her little nose twitches (yoongi wants to melt right then and there because she definitely picked that up from you!!)

he tucks her into bed as slowly as possible so that she doesn’t wake up

of course his head knocks into the mobile hanging above her bed and it jingles a little bit

luckily she’s a deep sleeper

he picks up her little chocolate chip cookie plushie (you named it shooky for some reason which don’t even make any damn sense) and places it right next to her head

and then he just takes a moment to admire her

wow

that’s his little baby

that’s his daughter

he never thought he’d be a dad this young

heck

he didn’t even think he’d be married this young but

u know what

life works in funny ways

and he’s pretty sure he’s the luckiest guy in the world

the floorboards creak under his feet as he makes his way back to you

he bends down and reaches over to move a strand of hair away from your face

“y/n…” yoongi whispers and smiles fondly when you stir in your sleep

there’s that nose twitch

you peel an eye open before reaching over to cup yoongi’s jaw “hey… you’re finally ho-“ suddenly you sit straIGHt up and look down

“i put her in bed a minute ago” you visibly relax and you let out a sigh before lying back down

“she fell asleep on me tonight” you hum happily “i think she likes me”

yoongi snorts and rolls his eyes before getting back up onto his feet “c’mon, you. let’s get you into bed too” you let out a whine and swat lazily at his hand

“i’m too tired to move”

classic

yoongi bends down to pick you up

you wrap your arms around his neck and he wraps your legs around his waist

“c’mon, you big baby.”

he bounces you a little to make sure he has a good grip on you and you hum

this position feels very familiar hEhe

“i thought you were tired” yoongi teases when he feels you begin to plant kisses down his neck as he makes his way up the stairs

“changed my mind” you murmur

one hand wraps around the nape of his neck

meanwhile your other hand wraps around his bicep and you give him a lil squeeze

hoLy moly

“have you been working out?” you pull away from him and yoongi raises his eyebrows

“if by rocking our child to sleep every night for like two hours straight, then yes, i have been working out”

yoongi plops you down on the mattress before settling in between your legs

you wrap your legs around his waist and yoongi can’t help but laugh because he’s trYIng to undo his tie but you keep pawing at him

“what’s gotten into you??” you’ve sat up to unbuckle his belt

you are a woman on a mission

and he’s not complaining

you’re just being vERY speedy

“our baby might start crying at any moment-“

“she sleeps like a log-“

“buT she always starts crying at the most inconvenient time!! it’s like she knows everythING that goes on- christ, you’re really taking your sweet time with- you know what-“ suddenly everything whiRLS and yoongi’s staring up at the ceiling

he blinks twice

what the heck

“now shut up and enjoy the ride.”

god

he really is the luckiest guy in the world

“look, we match!” jimin beams

he has hwayoung cradled in his arms and she’s sucking on her fist while wearing the most adorable teddy jacket

and jimin

jiMIN is wearing an equally as adorable teddy jacket and you’re pretty sure your heart stops beating when he nuzzles his nose into her cheek

they’re both so squishy

she places her hand over his mouth and pinches his plump bottom lip in response and he yelps in pain which then triggers hwayoung to become a giggling mess

“y/n, take a picture!!” jimin hands you his phone and points to you in an attempt to get hwayoung to look at the camera

she keeps staring at him as if she were completely entranced by his beauty which.,.,. is fair

jungkook appears behind you and starts whistling and popping his tongue “정국삼촌보세요!!! [look at uncle jungkook!]”

jimin grins for the camera and squishes his cheek against hwayoung’s as he squeezes her tight

hwayoung squeals in delight when jungkook sticks his tongue out and crosses his eyes and you snap the picture quickly

“got it??” jimin bounces hwayoung up and down while continuing to squish his cheek against hers

you nod and hand his phone back to him expEcting him to give you hwayoung

“i’m taking her for the rest of the day!! i have to show the reSt of the office my baby”

“your baby?? i’m the one who pushed her out of my vagina!” you scoff and jimin puShes past you while baby-talking to hwayoung

“look at you in your little teddy jacket, you cutie! uncle jimin loves spoiling you, yes he does! i’m gonna take you on a shopping spree and you can buy whatever your little heart wants!”  

she babbles back to him and shoves her fist back into her mouth

“화영이 내꺼~야, 삼촌이 더 좋지? [hwayoung is mine~ i’m better, right?]” jimin coos and you watch as he disappears down the hallway

well

you’re probably never going to get your child back now

jungkook didn’t think he’d like hwayoung as much as he does because like

babies are disgusting

and annoying

and loud

and they drool and poop everywhere and they’re just constantly leaking fluids

but bitch

he is W HI P P ED for this baby with a capital wH

“i love tummy time, don’t you?” jungkook sighs and rests his cheek against his fist before looking over at hwayoung

he reaches over to squeeze her bread roll arm

squidge

uWU

“i’m gonna eat ur little bread roll arms yes i am yes i am” he shifts closer and leans down to nip at her elbow and she squawks

you can’t help but snort before returning your attention back to your laptop

you set up hwayoung’s mobile in yoongi’s office and jungkook popped over with your coffee and is supposed to go back to work immediately but here he is lying on the floor with your baby

hwayoung gurgles before letting out a huff and squishing her cheek against the floor

keeping your head up is hard work okAy give her a break

jungkook flips over onto his back and reaches up to whack at the little moon plush that’s hanging from the top of the mobile

hwayoung lets out a muffled whine because her face is currently smooshed against the floor seeing that she cannoT LIFT HER HEAD SOMEONE HELP HER

“알았~어 인제 한번 뒤집어보자? [okay~ how about we flip you over?]” jungkook tilts his head backwards so that he can look at hwayoung but all he sees is the top of her head

he sits up before turning and picking hwayoung up gently and flips her over like a lil pancake

“jungkook, careful” you scowl and jungkook waves you off before reaching down to flick the moon plush

hwayoung reaches up to try and grab it

her chubby fingers brush against the bottom of it and jungkook coos

“you can’t reach the moon because of your sausage fingers, ya loser” he teases and reaches down to boop her nose and she swats at his finger

jungkook is still hooked on this bread roll arm thing (he’ll never get over it for as long as he lives) and pretty soon all that can be heard in the room is him fAWning over hwayoung

“얘는 팔에 식빵 있네! 식빵 사세요!!! [this baby has bread-roll arms! come buy this bread!]” he laughs as he wiggles her plump arm around

yep

caPITAL wH

“and if those papers aren’t on my desk by monday morning 8am you can consider yourself fiREd” yoongi barks before slamming the phone back down onto the receiver “ridiculous! absolutely ridiculous” he scoffs and whips around

hwayoung squawks in the baby carrier and wraps her tiny fingers around yoongi’s pointer finger

“하.. 나진짜! [i mean, seriously!]” yoongi bounces up and down as he continues to ramble on and on “이 사람들은 내 시간 낭비하는게 일인가.. 서류 작성하는게 뭔 어려운 일이라고...??[these people are wasting my time! how hard is it to fill out documents??]”

when the korean comes out that’s when you know yoongi’s suPer pissed

you poke your head through the crack of the door and you’re only a little surprised to see yoongi pacing back and forth ranting angrily while hwayoung lets out the occasional babble

she looks at you like she wants you to save her from this hELL because yoongi’s bouncing her a little bit too aggressively now

she’s got her fingers wrapped around his pointer finger as he goes oN and oN

yoongi looks down at the baby attached to his chest “don’t you think this is ridiculous? i’m probably going to have to start firing people at this rate.”

hwayoung looks up at him and gurgles

“누구 해고하는거 내 마음인데, [i can fire whoever i want] thank you very much.”

“agha”

“얘네 무능하다 [they’re incompetent], that’s why!”

“bajdsl”

hm

this seems like a daddy-daughter moment

you’ll leave them alone for now

“you look like such a dad.” you snort and yoongi glances over at you before returning his attention to the TV

“i am a dad.”

he’s wearing a plaid button-up pyjama top with a t-shirt underneath (because it’s still a lil cold out) and hwayoung is lying on his chest just snoozing away

she’s wearing a matching plaid onesie which is adorable and u know yoongi did it on puRpose

you sit down next to yoongi and peek at hwayoung

her cheek is squished against his chest and you can’t help but poke her little nose

you rest your head on yoongi’s shoulder n he gives the top of your head a kiss

in this moment you can’t help but feel overwhelmingly happy

because you love your husband

and you love your daughter

“…i think hwayoung just pooped.”

…and you love your lil family of three.

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working on a couple stories right now for the faves and omg why do they make me so emotional?? hate them so bad!! 😭