"What...?" I glare at him, feeling like the words he's about to say won't be innocent and make my heart melt, but make it explode. He dives his eyes into mine, a smirk gradually forming on his face. "I want to be a baby again for you to breastfeed me."

"Ew!" I punch him in the arm and sit up to throw my leg away from his lap. "You're nasty as hell! Goddamn, disgusting man..." I mumble while looking daggers at him but cannot help imagining what his words would look like in reality. Jeez.

"Mommy~" he leans over me to wrap his arms around my body and crush me down with his muscles. "Go away!" I try to push him at the other side of the couch, even though it's hard to move a body made of steel. He giggles like a baby but gets even higher, crawling onto the cushions to get on top of me and let all his weight squash my curves. I'm pretty sure this thirsty man is turned on just from thinking about what he said. Why the hell does he always have to be so horny? Even having a kid with me didn't calm his wants.

"Do you know what I loved the most about your curves when you were pregnant?" he pecks my lips and looks deeply into my eyes to send me all his desire. "Hm...no...what was it?"

He cups my breast. "That," he bites his lower lip sexily just to entice me. "I loved it so much when they were way bigger...you can't even imagine..."

I grab his wrist and toss it away. "Does that mean that my body doesn't attract you anymore?"

"That's not what it means," he stares into my eyes and kisses my lips. "You still attract me, my baby. Your body changed since you were pregnant, and I swear to god, it makes me feel weird things inside that I love, I think I might love every inch of you even more than before since we both made a baby together."

He presses his lips on my neck, aiming my sensitive spot just so he knows I'll give in to all his desires. His hand slides down my right side, brushing past my curves, heavily, to end on my lower abdomen while his mouth is driving me out of my body. I gasp once he snakes his fingers in my oversized t-shirt to touch my skin, this is a bad idea given the fact that I'm not wearing any bra, but he doesn't stop himself and sticks his tongue out to lick my sensitive spot and pass it all over the length of my neck, giving some soft kisses in the way. My heart is beating fast, almost knocking me out, he slowly reaches the collar of my loosened top but tugs on the fabric to have access to my cleavage. His warm lips go for it without giving me the time to breathe, he moistens his lips and applies some pressures on the upper part of my breast, making me exhale sharply.

"J-Jungkook...not now..." I grip onto his cloth with feebleness to make him understand I'm too affected by his touch. He doesn't give any damn about what I say, but instead, gets his lips a bit further in my cloth, putting his hand in my cloth to tease me and brush his fingers past what he's kissing. My lower abdomen going through a hard time with all the clenching, I try my best to not moan but keep what he wants to hear from me.

I contain my voice in my throat, struggling to a terrible level just because I don't want to give him what he wants. He heats my body up by doing more and using his tongue on my skin, his hand cupping my breast when his fingers are giving to me the most intense pleasure with the subtle touches. The minutes are passing, my body getting excited and his hot one becoming harder against mine when he should be turning me on but not himself. He goes higher with his mouth to join our lips and entice me with the best kiss that he always manages to give me when he makes it long and full of tease. His tongue enters my mouth once I let a slight opening for the air to leave my lungs, he plays with it, touching the tip, or twirling it around mine to excite me. I drift my hand to his neck and grab his fluffy hair, making him rub his hard crotch against my sensitive area and moan.

He breaks the kiss abruptly but keeps the tip of our wet lips connected, while his breathing is escaping from his mouth, swiftly. "F*ck..." his body twitches as if a wave of electricity made him shiver, he drops his head down but lets the side of it remain against mine.

I open my eyes to check on him, he tried to make me moan first, but he's the one who did it and had to stop. I love how weak he is in this type of situation. "Why did you stop?" I tease him, murmuring into his ear. He moves his head to stare into my eyes and bites his lips. "I hate you so goddamn much for doing this to me..."

"I didn't even do anything," I smile at him while he seems to be struggling with something. He straightens up but lands on his back to lie down, letting his obvious boner in sight. This man is incredible.

He rests his arm on his forehead and keeps his eyes closed, breathing hard and trying to calm himself.

I turn into a real little crap and crawl over him to sit on his crotch. To be honest, hat feels good as hell.

"N-No, no, baby..." he grabs me by the hips and tries to push me away from his body, but I just worsen it by rubbing my buttock on him while he's doing everything to get me off of him. "Babe...!" he slightly moans. "I swear...stop...I'm gonna cum-"

"Cuddle!" Daehan running back to us makes me roll to the other corner of the couch to act normal, even if what I just did wasn't. "What is it, my love?" I smile at him while Jungkook turned to his side to hide the front of his body.

"Can I show to Kiran what I drew for him?" he beams, holding a piece of paper in his hands. "Can I see it?" I lean over him to take a look at what he's talking about. He nods joyfully and turns the white paper to show me the drawing he made.

Gosh...Jungkook really helped him to become a real artist. "That's so beautiful, my baby..."

"It's him in your arms, I just looked at a picture that I took of you with daddy's camera," he speaks with delight, seeing how much I find it amazing. "That's gorgeous, my love but...Kiran is still sleeping, it's better to wait till he woke up, okay?"

"Okay," he complies without showing any annoyance and goes back to the office where we can see everything he does.

"I'm gonna kill you, Y/N," the man, who I forgot was going through some problems, whirls around while holding his crotch. I burst into laughter but stand up to walk away.

"Laugh while you still can," he sits up and tries to get on his feet. "And what could you do to make me shut it for several days?" I smirk at him, leaning on the wall at which the other side keep Kiran peaceful.

He smiles smugly like an evil, "There's a lot of things I could do."

"Like what?" I impel him to speak and give me the details. "Like making you scream and break your voice, or I could make you shut it by putting something into your mouth," he gives me a dirty look of pervert. "If you know what I mean."

"Your sock?" I smile and act innocent, knowing exactly what he's talking about but just pretending to think about something else. "Of course, baby," he utters cutely with a honeyed voice. "A big and hard sock that will hit the back of your throat on repeat and release a warm liquid after some seconds."

"After some seconds because I make you reach your limit easily~" I tease him shamelessly and play to his little game. "Just like what happened some minutes ago~"

"Shut the f*ck up, my girl~" he forces a ridiculous grin but heads towards me with his long legs, keeping his hand on his crotch to cover something even if the bulge disappeared a little bit. "If you make me angry I'm gonna tackle you down and do bad things to your pretty body that I own~"

"Come to me, Jungoo," I stand on my tiptoes to throw my arms around his neck, show him I'm ready, and not fearing anything. "No. Don't you mean 'Come into me, Jungoo'?" his lips curve upwards as his steps drove him closer to me, he pushes me against the flat surface with his body and stares at me. "Both..."

"Are you thirsty, baby girl?" he smirks and stares into my eyes, then my lips with a lot of hunger and lust. I nod, naively, thinking that he's finally serious. "I would like a hot chocolate..."

"I have something better," he bends his head forward and places both of his hands on his crotch to unfasten the knot of his pants and pull it down. "Get on your knees, baby," he peeks at me while my eyes cannot look away from the hard and long part of his body that he exposed. "Why would I do that?" I smile shyly, feeling my ears warming up, weirdly.

He leans closer to me and approaches his lips from my warm ear to whisper into it, "To open your mouth and let daddy feed you your favorite milk."

My face burns up at the images I got at his words. This is nasty, but since my mind is nasty as well, I love it. He moves to meet my eyes with flirt. "Tonight," I avert his face with a nervous smile, before fleeing away to the kitchen.

"Bad girl," he utters in my back while fastening his pants back. "I have to take a shower and change my clothes now, so scream my name if you need something."

"Why would I scream your name?" I chuckle and look at him walking up to the door next to the TV leading to our bedroom. He sets his eyes on me. "If you need me, if Kiran woke up and you're worried, or if you want me to kiss or hug you, my little baby love," he acts cute, before walking inside the room and disappearing behind the walls. I already miss his stupid self.

Now that I can be serious and calm, I wash my hands and start to make the bottle for Kiran. I fill it with boiled water and use the scoop from the formula tin to measure the good amount of powder and put them in the water. I seal the bottle with the cap properly and shake it up for both of the textures to mix perfectly and make one.

No time to tidy up what I used, the baby phone makes the cries of my little baby echo through the house. I put the bottle down on the flat surface and hurry to reach the room that is just at some short feet away from my spot, I open the door, slowly, to not scare him but walk up to his cradle. "My baby, I'm here~!"

I bend over him and take him in my arms to lift him up and rub his back while kissing his cheek, I hate to hear him cry like that, even though it doesn't mean he's hurt but just hungry, it breaks my heart. "It's okay, honey. Mommy is here for you," I try to soothe him as I'm heading back to the kitchen. I grab hold of the bottle that I made for him just a few minutes ago and stroll to the couch.

I sit down on it, but Daehan joins me in no time with two drawings in his hands. "Why is he crying...?"

"He's hungry," I smile at him, noticing how caring he is for his nephew. I hold my baby carefully, with his head resting in the crook of my arm, and I place the teat of the bottle on his lips for him to open, and take it in his mouth.

"He's not sad, right?" Daehan leans over him, caressing the crown of the baby's head in the most delicate way. "No, he's not. Look, he's not crying anymore," my heart regains his normal and steady rhythm at the sight of my son calming down while drinking his milk and staring at me. I wipe his tears that remained on the sides of his face as his small hands are holding the bottle.

Daehan gives him a kiss and rests his head on my arm to keep on brushing the head of Kiran with his fingers. I'm dying with all this softness. "Will I have the right to hold him once he will have finished his bottle?"

"Yes," I agree without any hesitation. I trust him enough to be careful with him and not make any abrupt movements.

"Look at my new drawing, cuddle. I made it for daddy," he holds it up to show me the adorable but stunning reflection of Jungkook with hearts around it. I'm so proud of him.

"That's the best drawings ever sweetheart, he's going to be very happy to see it," I offer him a sincere smile, living to see his bright features.

Jungkook comes back, joining us while we're both calm and having all our attention on the young boy. He gets closer and sits down next to me, already smiling broadly just to see our baby awake. "He's so cute..." he speaks in a low voice, expressing all his love while gazing at the baby that doesn't drift his eyes away from me. It makes my heart beat hastily for some reasons.

"I knew that I would have a wonderful and pretty baby with you," he smiles and kisses my cheek, resting his hand on my thigh to play with Kiran's little foot. That won't be a surprise if he cries again, he's been doing it a lot since our son was born, everytime they both stare at each other, his eyes glisten, and he starts to act all childish, or when the small hands of our baby touch his face, when they wrap one of his finger because of how tiny they are compared to his, worse when he stretches his arm to him only to ask for his dad to hold him, he cannot hold back from letting his emotion take over him. That's the best father ever, but the most emotional one.

"My little Kiran baby~" he softly says, in a cute voice, rubbing his frail legs and belly, which got his attention and made him peek at his father. "Oh, look!" he reacts hysterically at the sight of his son gazing at him. "He recognized his name!"

I smile but look at him being all happy about it. "He's going to ask himself if his dad might not be crazy," I slightly laugh at his adorable admiration for his baby. "But look..." he makes a cute face and softly pokes Kiran's chubby cheek, before stroking it with his thumb. "He's so cute...I can't believe we created him..."

I don't know who is the cutest between him, Daehan and Kiran. I'm surrounded by cute boys who all makes my heat melt.

"Can I hold him...?" Jungkook asks as he noticed that the baby finished his bottle and drank everything, but I let him keep the small container as I can see that he wants to keep the teat in his mouth. "Daehan wanted to do it..."

"Oh, okay. I'll hold him after then," he smiles, so I check on my little brother who stayed oddly very silent all this time. "Put your arms just like mine, my baby," I try to make him get in a good position and posture to be perfectly ready to hold the baby.

"It's okay...Jungkook can hug him..." he changes his mind for no reason. "Are you sure?"

He nods and stands up with his drawing to walk to his bedroom. This behavior always appears once Jungkook is here with Kiran.