Requested by hypenteroid
ATEEZ family AU.
Short smut part at the end.

Fyi:
Yunho - 9
Yeosang - 9
San - 9
Mingi - 8
Wooyoung - 8
Jongho - 6

It was a Friday evening. Seonghwa needed various groceries for the coming week in addition to tonight's dinner.

"Dada, can we get this?"

And when one of his kids asked to go, the other five begged as well.

Seonghwa observed the box of treats his son grabbed. "You have to share with your brothers, Yeosang."

"Hmph." Yeosang pouted.

Seonghwa sighed and continued to push the cart down the aisle. Only three of his six were following him. The others were with Hongjoong in a different section.

Three they were, but so much chaos was already unfolding.

"Mingi, stop!"

"You stop!"

Seonghwa looked down at the basket where the two were trying to hit each other.

"Both of you. Calm down." Once they stopped, he stepped away to grab something.

"Ouch!"

"Good one, Yeo!"

Seonghwa turned to see Yeosang reaching over to high five Mingi. All while Wooyoung was rubbing his forehead.

Seonghwa took a deep breath. Just a few more things to grab. Then they would find Hongjoong and all go home-

"Drrrrra!"

Oh no.

The three burst out laughing from the voice through the speakers. Wooyoung was the first to recover.

"Is that Sannie?" he asked.

"Oh, Hongjoong..." Seonghwa muttered.

"Ra?"

"Hongjoong," he gritted again, looking to find his husband and the other three kids.

The family made it out of the store in one piece — mainly because each of the kids begged for an item to keep quiet. Hongjoong held San and Yeosang's hands, both happy with their new toys in hand. He could sense the anger and exhaustion in Seonghwa's aura.

"Seonghwa," Hongjoong whispered after they'd buckled in their kids and were loading the things into the car. The younger father offered a sympathetic smile. Seonghwa merely nodded and continued setting the rest of the bags in the back of the car.

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"Dada, is the food ready?"

"..."

"Dada!"

Seonghwa jumped. "Yes, sweetheart! What?"

Yunho pouted. "Is the food ready?"

"Not yet. I'll call you all down when it is."

"Mm, how long?"

"I'm not sure," Seonghwa sighed. "A few minutes, I guess."

"How long?" the little boy asked again.

"Yunho," Seonghwa began. His voice was calm yet held authority.

"What?"

"Yunho, go play with your brothers. Leave daddy alone," Hongjoong softly requested as he stopped by the kitchen. He carried a laundry basket against his hip and was on his way to the laundry room.

"Hm. Okay." With that, Yunho ran back up the stairs to play.

"Stressed again?" Hongjoong asked.

"Is it obvious?" Seonghwa replied with a lifeless chuckle.

Hongjoong disappeared into the laundry room for a moment. Seonghwa could hear the sound of the clothes and liquid being fed into the washing machine. Then, the click of its lock and water beginning to pour.

Hongjoong slowly approached his husband, who stood by the stove. Once there, Seonghwa turned to see his face. Eyes wide and lips in a small pout, Seonghwa couldn't help but smile at his husband's pretty features.

"What are you up to?"

Hongjoong shrugged, silently grabbing Seonghwa's wrist and pulling him aside. Before he knew it, Seonghwa stood in the laundry room, where only the rumbling sound of the washing machine filled their ears.

Hongjoong held his gaze as he intertwined his fingers behind Seonghwa's head. The two slowly grew closer until their lips touched.

Hongjoong tilted his head a slight bit, kissing his husband full of love and energy. The older gradually found the rhythm to match him. He was more than compliant to let all stress fade away.

Seonghwa knew Hongjoong was up to something the moment his small hands broke their hold and fell on the belt loops of his jeans. The smaller male's fingers wrapped around them tightly, giving him a slight tug.

"S-Should we really do this now?" Seonghwa exhaled against the other's lips. Hongjoong tenderly grinned.

"The boys are playing upstairs, Seonghwa. If they need us, we'll step out."

"But dinner-"

Hongjoong pecked Seonghwa's lips. "I love you, babe, but shut up," he calmly whispered. "And calm down."

Seonghwa swallowed silently as Hongjoong unbuckled his jeans. His breath hitched the moment Hongjoong's hands ran over his clothed area.

"Shit," Seonghwa cursed. "It's been so long."

"Too long." Hongjoong slipped his hand down the waistband. "There's always a little one in the house."

Hongjoong stroked Seonghwa gently, fondling with him as they kissed. Seonghwa grew desperate, arms falling around Hongjoong's waist to hold each other closer.

"We could always leave them with my mom," Seonghwa joked. Hongjoong rolled his eyes.

"I'm not leaving my babies with her," he replied, referring to her condescending actions.

"I'm messing with you." Seonghwa grinned.

Hongjoong let go and brushed aside. "Bleh. You ruined it."

"Hey." Seonghwa grasped Hongjoong's arm and pulled him back. Not sure of what he was doing, he felt an urge to trap him against the washing machine.

Hongjoong immediately wrapped his legs around to kiss the older again. Excitement was flowing through his veins now. To have triggered Seonghwa like this... he loved it.

Seonghwa trailed kissed down Hongjoong's neck, taking a moment to focus on the area.

"Wait."

"Huh?"

"You should be here."

Hongjoong switched their positions, so Seonghwa leaned against the machine. Then he hastily fumbled with the older's open jeans and pulled them down.

Seonghwa sighed in arousal, watching as Hongjoong played with his length. And Hongjoong loved it. He could feel Seonghwa's lustful brown eyes staring at his features. It was a look he'd rather see than the stressful, exhausting blink.

"H-Hongjoong," Seonghwa growled. His husband's breath blew against his dick — ready for the next movement.

Hongjoong licked his lips before taking him whole. They widened and hugged Seonghwa's member, causing the older to moan.

"Mm."

Seonghwa couldn't tear his gaze away from Hongjoong's own eyes. They held a devious glint as he committed his explicit behavior.

Then, Hongjoong took Seonghwa's hand and placed it on the back of his head. He felt it brush over his dark hair before it tightened.

"Shit. Like that, sweetheart," Seonghwa whispered. He watched Hongjoong's head bop up and down on him with no rest -- how he missed that sight.

Hongjoong coughed as Seonghwa's dick hit his throat. He could taste the precum already — running over his tongue and down his throat.

"Hongjoong... Ugh." Seonghwa exhaled some curses, and his shaky hand forced his husband deeper.

"Fuck... fuck."

Hongjoong came off of Seonghwa's tip with a pop. He licked the head and kissed his shaft tenderly.

"Dada! I'm hun- Where's dada?" a little voice asked in the kitchen.

Hongjoong quickly wiped his mouth and left Seonghwa to catch his breath. "Hey, Wooyoungie. Can you tell your brothers to wash their hands?"

"Okay!" The sound of little steps faded up the stairs.

Seonghwa came out of hiding a few moments later. Hongjoong was at the stove, checking the food. He slowly approached him before hugging his waist and nuzzling into his neck.

Hongjoong laughed and held Seonghwa's hands. "Better?"

"Better."