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father's day: Namjoon🖤

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Just Namjoon being a dilf lol. Yes this is fluff/smut HOWEVER the sexual content will be towards the end.

Rough, dom! Namjoon, sub reader, oral, shower...yk what imma shut up. Just enjoy.
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Dedicated to anybody that's been wanting a Namjoon oneshot...++ myself bc that's my man.

It was a bright and early Sunday morning. The usual singing of the birds could be heard spilling in from the outside, the usual light snores falling from your husband's lips as he snuggled up close to you displaying just how much of a clingy sleeper he was, arms wrapped securely around you.

But for some reason you knew this wasn't a normal Sunday. And it was simply because it was June 20th. Father's Day.

You enjoyed the silence and calm for as long as you could but you knew it would not last. Living in a house with four children who were borderline obsessed with their dad and had an entire store of gifts for him — some of which handmade, others you bought with your own money that they just picked out or signed.

They showed you the same love on Mother's Day. But for Namjoon it was different. He was always out on work meaning that when he did catch a break he was either resting, writing or spending time with his babies.

So since they missed him so much they always over did things for him.

"And the silence ends in one, two, three..."

Knock knock knock

You sighed to yourself as the beating on the door began. You heard clearly as the sounds of your children's small voices bled through the door causing you to groan and twist and turn your way out of your husband's strong grip.

"Mommy, daddy?! Open up!" You could hear your baby girl first - Na'Riah. She was only 4 and turned 5 in about three months. Her voice was so small and shrill and cute. Yet, country.

She picked that accent up from you though.

Next came the sound of your eldest son.

"Appa? Are you up?!" He shouted.

Nehemiah, your oldest shouted from the other side. He was 9 years old and turned ten in another 6 months. He resembled Namjoon the most with his deep dimples and almond/tanned skin. He had the most beautiful curly hair and deep brown eyes and you just knew he would grow up to be tall like your husband as well.

Then came the sound of your two middle's — the twins.

Neveah and Naomi. Both of them being 7 years old.

"Mommy we want breakfast!" Neveah sighed dramatically.

You sighed and pushed Namjoon's arms from your body. He only groaned and turned so that he was laying on his back, his arm behind him propping up his head as his other lay across his stomach. The blanket was down so that it only covered up to his v-line. Luckily, he wore sweats and boxers.

The only thing on his chest being the thin silver chain that he seemed addicted to and the list of Names of his children and you he had tattooed on his left breast — close to his heart.