Football imagines

Paul Pogba - Exhausted Parents kiss

"Remind me why we decided to have kids again?" Paul asked as he let himself fall down right next to you on the bed, making you bounce up and down a bit. He rubbed his eyes tiredly with the palms of his hands before yawning really loudly. Your two children had been active all day and despite your best efforts to put them down for sleep, they didn't want to cooperate. Abigail didn't want to put her pyjamas on, stubbornly refusing to even touch the clothes and instead running around her room fully naked, dodging Paul's hands with glee and laughter. Paul Jr., for some reason, wouldn't stop crying and you didn't know what was wrong with your two-year-old. They had finally fallen asleep about five minutes ago, after a two-hour long struggle.

"I don't even remember." You laughed tiredly, slinging your arm over your eyes to protect them from the soft light that was shining from the lamp above you. You had a massive headache from dealing with Junior's screaming and to top it all off, the baby in your belly had decided to be active as well. "I swear to god, this is the last one, Paul." You rubbed your belly, wincing slightly as a particularly nasty kick was delivered to one of your organs.

Paul must have noticed your wince because he shifted himself so he was leaning on his elbow, and with his other hand he lifted the hem of your shirt, so he could press his lips against your stomach.

"You take it easy on maman, alright? She's tired from dealing with your siblings." His breath tickled your skin and you let out a tired giggle, lifting the arm that was slung across your face to caress the back of Paul's head, softly scratching at the nape of his neck in the way you knew he liked. He let out a groan of delight, pressing his face against your belly gently.

"Fuck, I'm so tired." He mumbled, and you hummed in agreement, your eyes starting to close because you wanted to sleep but you knew that sleeping in the clothes you were wearing now probably wasn't the best idea.

"Okay, I need to change into my pyjamas." You sighed, mentally preparing yourself to get up and put in the extra effort of changing clothes but Paul shook his head.

"Fuck clothes. You sleep naked. I'm not moving."

"Well then at least get up here and help me take my clothes off so we can go to sleep." You negotiated, and Paul let out an exaggerated sigh but lifted his head off your belly and pushed himself further up the bed, so he could help you sit up and take off your shirt. It came off easily and was thrown somewhere on the ground, quickly followed by your bra, although your pants were a bit more of a struggle because they somehow stubbornly stuck to your legs.

Paul's clothes swiftly joined yours on the ground after he quickly turned off the light with the switch on the wall above your head, and he crawled under the covers to lay down next to you, "There. Can we go to sleep now?"

"Give me a kiss first." You puckered your lips, your eyes already closed, ready to go to sleep. Paul sighed but leaned over and pressed his lips to yours softly but firmly before pulling back, settling himself closely behind you so that you could cuddle. The kiss wasn't anything special, but it didn't need to be. You both were way too tired to do anything more than sleep right now.

He nuzzled his face into your neck and reached up to cup one of your breasts in his hand, softly stroking his thumb back and forth and you hummed in delight. It was something he did every time you were about to sleep. There was no doubt in your mind that your breasts were Paul's favourite part about you, always paying extra attention to them during sex as well. You certainly didn't mind all the attention now that your breasts were larger and more sensitive because of your pregnancy. Paul put his other arm underneath your head, his hand clutching your opposite shoulder and his feet came to tangle with yours underneath the sheets.

And it was like that, all cuddled up with your husband, that you were finally able to fall asleep peacefully after an entire evening of taking care of your overactive children. You really hoped your next one would have your temperament and energy because as much as you loved them, you didn't think you'd be able to handle another mini Paul Pogba.