Minsung - "A short lifetime story pt. 9// Parents' work"

Smut, NC17, Adult Content

3rd person P.O.V.

Han looks at Minho's irresistible face. He leaves a small kiss on his lips and starts to bring the spoon to his mouth, patiently, bite after bite.

«Dad? I'm hungry too!»

Han makes a desperate face and Minho grins, looking at Jin.

«Want some soup, kitty?» the older asks. Jin nods and Han starts alternating between spooning Minho and spooning the baby.

The older looks at him with shining eyes and a soft smiles.

«What?» Han asks, blushing under that gaze.

«I really love you, Han Jisung»

Jin has finally been sleeping for a few minutes, but it hasn't been so easy to make him fall into dreamland. He spilled the soup that Han had prepared on his parents' double bed and screamed for a good hour, running in all directions before giving the two boys some peace.

Han almost burst into tears, but fortunately Minho felt much better after eating and taking an antipyretic. So he got out of bed and put his "beloved little monster" - as he likes to call him - to sleep.

A smile blooms on Minho's lips as he looks at his baby who is finally calm and relaxed. Jin is such a cute little boy, with his big cheeks that resemble Jisung's and a temperament that's more like his other father. Poor Han has to endure two "tsunderes".

Minho leaves a kiss on Jin's forehead and, turning on the baby monitor, comes back to his husband.

Han is grumbling, he has removed the soup-soaked sheets and is tiredly drying the wet mattress with the hair dryer. "Incidents" like this happen about once a week.

Minho approaches, sneering. No one would have ever bet that he would be the more patient of the two and seeing Han sitting on the floor sulking makes the older smile.

He sits next to him and gently takes the hairdryer out of his hands.

«I can do it myself» the younger grumbles.

«I know, baby» the other smiles, giving him a kiss on the nose and starting to dry the mattress, «But you're already too tired today.»

Han sighs. It is true, he's tired, but sometimes he feels guilty for getting often angry at Jin and complaining about the messes he makes. He's only a child of course, but... It's hard being a parent. Really hard.

«Hey, are you okay?» Minho noticed his thoughtful look.

Han nods absentmindedly and rests his chin on Minho's shoulder, who turns off the hairdryer, «Are you sure, love?» he insists. He knows Han, he doesn't immediately admit that he isn't feeling good. 

«I'm not as patient and funny as you» he murmurs, ashamed of the childish thought. It's not a competition and rationally he knows well that he's doing his best for his little Jin, but a part of him, emotional and deep, makes him feel at fault. As if he was never enough.

Minho's eyes widen in surprise. He immediately left the hairdryer and grabs his husband by the hips. He pulls him towards his body and holds him in his arms: «You're really stupid» he murmurs, trying not to let the sadness show in his tone.

Hearing him say those things makes his heart cry. Han must never feel like he's not enough. 

«I feel better now» Han quips, still burying his face in Minho's neck.

«You're a fantastic dad, Jisung» the older says, stroking his back, «and I'm the one who thinks I'll never measure up to you.»

Han doesn't lift up, «What are you talking about» he mutters, thinking that Minho is just trying to cheer him up. It doesn't even sound like a question.

«I'm serious» the older adds, however, «You always know what clothes make him wear for each temperature, you know what to make him eat, you're the one who teaches him what to do and what not to do, you remember every doctor's appointment, when to pay the nursery school fee... I would be a disaster without you» 

Han pulls away from Minho slightly to meet his eyes, «Do you really think that?» he asks, his eyes bright and shiny.

«I do» Minho nods, bringing a hand to his cheek and caressing him, «Together we are amazing, don't you think?» he tells him, with a smirk.

Han chuckles and nods. Minho is right. They get along well together, Jin seems happy, they are doing a good job after all.

Their gazes meet for a few seconds, a tear slips from Han's eyes, he can't hold it back anymore, the tension accumulated during the day is too much.

He returns to rest his head in the crook of Minho's neck, «How do you feel? I was so worried...» he murmurs, he had to hide his apprehension all day. Minho seemed so weak.

«Much better» the older replies, stroking the other's neck.

They stay like that for a few seconds, in silence, hugging each other softly, when Minho feels something wet on his collarbone. Han has started filling him with wet kisses and is moving up his neck, quickly reaching his husband's sweet spot. His small hand slips under his t-shirt and starts to touch the skin of Minho's abdomen, still a little sweaty after the last fever peak.

The older sighs, immediately relaxing under those soft caresses. Jisung's lips are sucking softly at the skin of his neck, leaving little hickeys. He closes his eyes, leaning back against the mattress and letting his little lover do what he wants with him.

Han knows that the older is weak from the fever, but he cannot resist. Hearing him say those nice things about him, about them as parents, lit a fire in him.

«Did I turn you on, little one?» Minho sneers, while Han's hand drops towards his boxers.

Jisung detaches himself from his neck for a moment, crossing his eyes biting his own lips.

«Too much» he says, pulling Minho's cock out and looking at the huge erection. He throws himself on the older's lips, in a wet, chaotic, needy kiss, and also pulls down his own boxers.

«Please...» he moans, grabbing Minho's hand, much larger than his, and guiding it to their boners. The other smiles seeing his baby already so needy and grabs their dicks, making them touch, and he starts moving them together, with his large and veiny hand.

«Fuck fuck fuck» Han moans, following the movements of Minho's hand with his hips.

He attaches himself completely to his body, resuming kissing the older's neck, and pants near his ear, knowing how much the other loves to hear him.

«You're hot, Daddy Ji» Minho says, cracking a smile. Han smiles slightly and hits him on the shoulder.

Minho's hand moves faster and the younger immediately starts to pant, feeling his orgasm approaching quickly.

«Don't stop, Min...» he moans, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. The other looks at him in ecstasy, enjoying the sight of his sweaty face lost in pleasure, his tense and exposed neck.

«You're fucking gorgeous, baby» he praises again, making Jisung moan harder.

Seconds later, they both come, all over each other's shirts, Han's hands wrapped around Minho's torso. 

«Fuck» the younger pants, «It's been a week since I-» but he can't finish the sentence because the baby monitor starts ringing. Yet, he doesn't roll his eyes. He gets up from the floor, adjusts his boxers, takes off his t-shirt soiled by their liquids, ready to go and see what's wrong in the bedroom.

Minho looks at him in amazement. He's not complaining?

«What?» Han asks, frowning.

«Do orgasms calm you down that much?» the older sneers.

«Definitely» the younger smiles, giving him a wink and disappearing towards Jin's room, leaving an amazed Minho still sitting on the floor with a smile on his face.

The younger returns a few moments later. The child had only woken up for a moment but had collapsed again in a short time, so no big issue.

In the meantime, Minho had put on clean sheets and given himself a rinse. As soon as he sees his man coming back, wearing only his boxers, his perfect chest on display and his narrow waist ready to be grabbed, he catches Han's hips and pulls him towards him, kissing the boy hungrily.

«Do you want to relax more?» he asks, with a smirk.

Han laughs, «Let me take a shower, I smell like that little monster's vomit and your cum» he says, «After that you can bang me as much as you want»

Minho bursts out laughing, giving him a loud smack on the ass: «I love how naughty you have become, Daddy Jisung.»

«Do not call me that!» he snaps at the other, pointing the finger at him, «It's cringe!» and he takes off his clothes to go to the shower.

Minho quickly imitates him, making the other get that he wants to follow him to the bathroom, but before Han can move away the older grabs him again, making him stick to his chest. Han's eyes look at him in surprise.

«You prefer Princess, right?» he whispers to him, making him turn scarlet.

«Minho...» the other murmurs, lowering his gaze. That petname has always caused a turmoil in his stomach, even though he can't easily admit it.

«I love fucking you, Princess» Minho repeats, pushing his new erection against Han's cock.

«Then do it, if the fever hasn't made you weak» Jisung teases, running a thumb over the other's nipple.

Minho grabs him bride-style, smirking, ready to take his love to the shower.

«Oh, baby, let me show you»

Moon's note:

Weeeell this ends here! It was just a drabble's collection at the beginning but it has been longer at the end ahaha I really hope you like it!

On instagram I made some polls about some ideas for the next Minsung stories: enemies (like reeeeeal enemies) to lovers. What come to your mind? Let me knooow!

Moon <3