Cursed Fate

Chapter 85- intimacies old and new

(YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED LOVES- ENTER WITH CAUTION, MATURE CONTENT AHEAD!)

TAE POV:

Two months since Dae-Hyeon was born, two months of being a dad. Two months of stumbling awake in the night and rocking Dae-Hyeon to sleep, praying fervently that he doesn't awaken the others, doesn't awaken (Y/N). But luckily my deep voice is able to lull him back to sleep, that is if he isn't hungry. The first two months he required a feed every hour, and it seemed like all of (Y/N)'s time would be taken up in just feeding him, but then slowly he developed a pattern of longer and more spaced out feeds. 

Mornings now began with the soft, intimate sight of (Y/N) and Dae-Hyeon cuddling; skin to skin contact as she lay there topless with him nestled against her, sometimes feeding but mostly just enjoying the soft, sweet bonding moment it became for them. It never ceased to amaze me just how natural the sight of a baby in our home was; it was like he slotted in to fill a gap we didn't know needed filling until he was there.

But it's also been a testing two months- overcoming our fears and insecurities as a family, being there when one of us stumbled and helping them back up. But especially for (Y/N)- who worried if she was connecting well with him, whether she fed him enough, whether she'd ever lose the weight gained from her pregnancy- but we were there, I was there to whisper and comfort to her that her worries would fade, that she was far more an excellent mother than I was a father. There was something so settled in her, she glowed and thrived as a mother- fit the role so well, so effortlessly that it had left the seven of us awed.

And slowly in those two months we traversed from stolen kisses that were sometimes short and murmuring we loved each other between kisses, sometimes long and drawn out until we were gasping for breath and all we could breathe out were each other's names. But those moments never developed into anything further, they were perfect and whole in themselves. But also that (Y/N) was off-limits for us, not until we let her heal and recover and recuperate and she never minded when our hands wandered over our other soulmates- she was content to watch with a fond smile or just cuddle in bed with someone else.

But today when we woke up, I was surprised to find (Y/N) leaning against the kitchen counter, clad in a sweatshirt she had snagged from me and arms free and available- she set down the cup she'd been holding and beckoned at me with grabby hands as I entered. I rushed to bury myself in her arms, breathing in her soft scent mingling with my scent she was wearing and spun her around, holding her tightly to me. My hands remained on her waist as I set her back down, leaning over her and trapping her between my body and the counter- pinning her there, eyes roving over her with softness but also need that was slowly beginning to bubble.

She blinks at me, lips curving up into a beatific smile, hands coming up to curl around my neck, playing with the strands of hair at my nape. 

"I love you Taetae. So, so much." She says, voice soft and sweet.

My own lips curve into a beaming smile at the sight of her in my arms, of the words she's uttered and I think- how is it possible to love someone with every fibre of my being and still want them and love them more day by day?

I lean down, head bending towards hers.

"I love you jagi...so much it aches." I whisper before capturing her lips with mine.

At first her lips are slow and gentle, sweetly coaxing mine- I grasp her full bottom lip between my teeth, teasingly nibbling and smiling when it elicits a gasp. I lean forward, further into her, tongue slowly roving over to soothe the brief sting, running across the seam in her lips and delving in when they part to grant me entrance. Her tongue shies away, almost toying, and I can feel her squirm slightly when my tongue brushes against hers, coaxing hers to intertwine, to entangle and the sweet whimper when I dominate her mouth, control the movements of our kiss, tilting her head back to allow deeper access. I claim every inch of her sweet, hot mouth with my own- committing it to memory over and over again, creating a new memory with the way she breathlessly gasps and whimpers and mewls- I get drunk on those sounds, chase after them, swallow them hungrily. Without parting our lips I bend down slightly, hands sliding around to cup the back of her thighs, delving under the thick, soft fabric of the sweatshirt to meet her heated flesh with my own.