"I want a kiss," he whispers against my skin, so I move up onto him and sit astride his lap to wrap my arms around his neck and look into his big brown eyes while he is touching me with his warm masculine hands. "Daddy wants a kiss?"

He bites his lips and smiles. "He does."

"See, you're already begging," I joke, knowing what I am leading this to with this type of sentence, and his tongue runs over his lips. "I'm not. It was actually not a request but an order. I just frame my sentences the right way."

"Then no kisses for you," I pull my arms away to move back, but his tough hands grip my waist and draw me in. "Are you sure?" he peeks down at my lips, his confidence and authority making me weak. "I think I am."

"Alright then," he shows indifference, and I regret my decision. "Well...you must not have wanted a kiss that much."

"What? Are you upset because I didn't beg?" he reads my mind, and I conceal my smile as much as possible to not expose myself. "No, but since you're mean, I'll burn the choker. Not the cat ears because you bought them, but the choker is mine, so I won't ever wear it anymore."

"It's fine. I'll use my belt or hand," he makes my entire body tingle, and my lips part. "Your— The belt won't work, and you'll have to keep your hand on the same spot all the time."

"I know how to tie a belt, and I'll get a sore arm if I have to, don't worry about that," he goes crazy and speaks more casually, going way further every new day. I do not even know what to say anymore, I laugh and look down at his chest which is revealed by the few opened buttons of his black shirt.

"Do you want me to wear the cat ears?" I look up into his eyes, which have not directed their attention anywhere else but on me since I got on his lap. "I do."

"Well, I won't then," I provoke him and overrule the risks, feeling oddly turned on whenever he looks at me, touches me, and talks to me that way. Let alone when I am on his lap and have his crotch right between my thighs.

He smirks, his stare intensely intimidating me. I drop my eyes to his lower stomach and toy with the strings of his silk pajama pants. For some reason, he remains silent and does not let a single word out, so I take this opportunity to annoy him and move the bottom of his shirt up, put his tattoos within sight, and pull on the strings to make a bow.

The movie being the only source of noise in the house, I look up at him after what I have done, his elbow staying on the back of the sofa to hold his head, he stares into my eyes but glances down to untie the bow. "It isn't done well."

"What's wrong with it? It was cute," I complain about him ruining it, and his eyes go down to my chest. "I want the same as this one," he heaves his hand up to the neck of my nightie and brushes it over my breast to touch the tiny bow. "I'm not good at making bows, so this won't be as perfect as this one," I grab the strings again, but this time, since he touched a sensitive spot of my body and teased me, I pretend to only focus on making the bow and give some rubbing over his pants.

"Am I doing good, Mister Jeon?" I tell the words he undeniably wants to hear. "Hmm. I'm not sure. Focus a little more."

"I am already, I can't be more focused than I am right now," I pass the back of my hand over his crotch, and his fingers undo what I did again. "The waistband is too tight."

I stare at him into the eyes with frustration. "I'm not doing it anymore," I cross my arms over my chest and refuse to give him what he is asking for. "I'm sorry?"

I lean over to speak in his face. "I am not doing this anymore, Mister Jeon," I cannot hold back from smiling, and he smirks. "Okay," he does not care or play but sets his eyes on the TV. 

"Are you gonna ignore me now?" I hope for him to tell me otherwise, but he does not speak or look at me, answering with nothing but silence. "Don't do that..." I use another tone of voice and put my hands down on his thighs, but he does not pay attention to me, so I press my lips on his.

Not getting a reaction from him, I kiss his lips again and put my face before his to force him to make eye contact with me. "Daddy..." I whisper and smile, trying to find his weakness, and he loses. He chuckles and glances away. "You're a brat."

"I know," I do not deny it, and he smiles at me, so I hug him and rest my head on his chest. "But I got what I wanted by being a brat, so I don't feel bad."

"You didn't get anything," he does not accept his defeat against me. "I did. I got your attention."

"Shh," he holds my jawline and gets his thumb against my lips. "I don't want to hear you anymore."

For once, I remain quiet and leave him alone, but he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, making it hard for me to not feel or do anything. At first, I do not react to it, but then, after feeling him rub them both and slightly push against the slit, I part them, and he slides his thumb inside my mouth.

Softly, he grazes my tongue with it, wetting his own skin, and I suck on it. Not seeming to mind it, he slowly pushes his thumb back and forth, and with some hidden shame, I enjoy this feeling it gives me.

"Suck a little harder, baby," he causes me to feel butterflies way lower than in my stomach, and I do as told. "I'm gonna shove something in your mouth more often," he scoffs, and I pull away to look up at him. "What does that mean?"

"No argument when it's stuffed," he sneaks his hands up inside my nightie to never take them off my thighs, and I grin. "Tell me if I'm annoying."

"No, my little girl will never annoy me," he pulls me closer, and I press a kiss on his lips, his fingers running down my thighs, he smiles and earns another kiss, but my thighs clench once he pushes his thumbs up the inner part. "What's that?" he mentions the response of my body, and I shake my head to pretend that nothing happened inside of me, but see and feel his veins jute out of his hands and forearms once he slides his thumbs up my inner thigh again to tease me, making me bite my lips and hide my face in the crook of his neck.

He drops a kiss on my ear and laughs through his nose, and he wraps his arms around me.

— One week later —

Tuesday, August 31st, 2021.

10:40 pm.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

The last assignment of my students finally corrected, I lay it on the pile and get hold of my black folder to put all the assignments together inside. Feeling some exhaustion, I keep my glasses on and grab my phone to check what time it is, but since I have been dealing with too much tension in my body that is hurting after remaining on my chair for too long, I lift my arms up and stretch, and I let a moan out when I feel a satisfying crack.

To break the silence in the room, someone knocks on the door, so I tell them to come in and fix my eyes there.

As soon as I catch sight of y/n stepping in, a smile grows on my face, and I suddenly feel much better and relaxed.

"You've been working for a little too long, so I'm checking up on you," she comes closer, walking in an oversized t-shirt, so I rotate my desk chair and spread my legs to offer her a seat.

She does not even ask or wait before sitting on my lap, and she leans in to press a kiss on my lips. "Aren't you tired?" she puts her arms around my neck, my eyes staring into hers, and I cup her side with one hand. "A little, but I'm fine. How about you? What were you doing?"

"I was playing with him a little bit," she removes her arms from where they are and brings her hands down to her thighs. "What game was it?"

"Minecraft," she answers, and I cannot help chuckling. "With the house he built for you both?" I recall the words my son told me some time ago, and she nods to confirm. "Yes, it got so big now, it's beautiful. He's really good at it."

"I should take a look at it then," I gaze down at her thighs and leave my left hand on it to touch her soft skin, and she smiles. "You'll love it."

"I'm sure of it," I slide my right hand up her side to pull her closer, and I hum but drop my head on her shoulder. "When are you going to bed?"

"When you are," she kisses me once more, and my lips curve up. "Then let's get into bed. I'm so exhausted, I can't focus anymore."

She hears what I said and leaves my lap, grabs my hand, and holds it. "Let's go."

"I can't stand up, I need some help," I playfully remain still, and she shakes my hand. "Come on, daddy. Come to bed with me," she uses the right words, and I instantly get up from my chair. "I don't need help anymore."

She giggles but leads me out of the room, so I follow her but turn the lights off on the way to our bedroom.

When we are in, I close the door, but since tonight's weather is pretty hot again, I take my shirt off and drop it in the laundry basket to join y/n on the bed. I lie down but only cover my legs with the blanket, and she snuggles up against me to place one leg over mine and hug me.

"Can't you take a day off tomorrow?" she lays her hand on my torso, her head resting on my chest. I glide my fingers up her hip and waist and tilt my head towards hers. "I can't, baby, but we'll have time this weekend to celebrate my birthday. It's okay."

"But it's not on the good day, so it's not the same," she expresses sadness about it, knowing I will not be home before six thirty as always, which means we will barely have time to celebrate my birthday. "We'll still see each other and spend time together, we won't be away from each other, so that's the most important," I reassure her.

"You're right," she tightens her embrace around my body, and I plant a kiss on her forehead. "Will your colleagues do something special though?"

"Probably. Last year, they brought some gifts and pastries. Some of my students gave me some chocolates too, so I'm going to be pampered by everyone tomorrow," I smile at the thought of it, eager to see how this will go. "You deserve it. I want you to always be happy."

"What makes me the happiest is to have you and Joonha with me, so as long as you're both there, I'll always be happy, don't worry," I rub my thumb over her ribs, and her cheek, which is against my chest, exposes the smile that formed on her face. "We both feel the same way with you."

"I hope you do," I close my eyes and let my head rest on hers, the sweet and floral scent of her hair going in my nose, I stay quiet to enjoy the feeling of this moment we share together every night, but of which I never get enough.

— Next day —

Wednesday, September 1st, 2021.

5 am.

I turn the alarm off after it went off, not feeling in the mood to go to work at all this morning. I heavily breathe out to get rid of the effect of my fatigue, and I turn towards y/n to put my arms around her and stay a bit more in bed with her.

"Hey," she wakes up and gives me a bear hug, her head still in my chest. "Happy birthday," she tells me in a sleepy voice, and I smile, broadly. "Thank you, baby," I lower one arm to hold the side of her face and kiss her lips.

This is exactly the type of birthday morning I love. I feel so good with her in my arms, against my body, our hearts beating against each other's chest. That is so precious.

"You take a shower first, right?" I speak in my morning voice, feeling the need for moisture in my throat. "Yes."

"Well..." I do not get any motivation at all to leave the bed, and I bring my hand to my mouth to yawn. "We gotta wake up now..."

"Hm, do it first," she tells me to do, but I buy time. "I need a kiss..."

She raises her chin up and kisses my lips with her soft ones, but I do not let her separate our skins and get another peck, then roll on my back. No matter how much I want to stay here and have a lie-in, I sit up and check my notifications.

"Come on, you can do it," she encourages me but does not move at all, making me chuckle and look at her. "Daddy's disappointed, baby. You didn't listen and get up," I rise and leave my phone on the nightstand, the lack of light in the room not helping to see her features.

Suddenly, without saying anything, she jumps out of the bed. "I'm up," she fixes her oversized t-shirt, and I laugh at how cute she is. "Go and brush your teeth now."

"Okay," she does not show reluctance at all anymore but goes to the bathroom, and I make the bed to give her time to do what she has to before I use the bathroom and have my morning routine as well.