#113 "Husband Series" part 11

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"I'm not."

"Your son got it from you."

"What?"

"Being possesive."

Seungkwan stopped. You two looked at each other and laughed.

"It is so funny that we are fighting over this," Seungkwan chuckled.

"It's because you are stubborn," you cupped his squishy cheeks. "But cute."

"Who? Me? Cute?" He blushed, staring at you in a close gap.

"Yeah~" you said as you kissed his forehead. The you kissed his nose and his cheeks. You were about to peck on his lips and he already pouted it but you hesitated.

"Why aren't you kissing my lips?" He complained.

You pulled back your hands from his cheeks and answered, "I can't. We can't.  I'm busy doing the laundry. If I kiss you right now, it would lead to that."

Seungkwan smirked, narrowing his eyes. "What that?"

Your cheeks reddened. "T-That thing. Stop playing innocent."

"Eyyy, what is that thing? Tell me in details. Hnng?" He acts cute all of a sudden.

"Pervert." You hit his shoulder as you stood up.

"Ahh! It hurts!" He winced, followed by a pout.

"I'm going now."

He held your wrist. "Where? Kiss me first. Hmm?"

You yanked his hand away. "We can't."

"Why not?" He sulked.

"I'm busy." You walked away.

"Busy?! But it's weekend!"

"Shssh. Your son is sleeping," you turned back, putting your index finger to your lips.

Seungkwan then shout in low tone, "laundry or me?"

"Laundry," you mouthed then ran inside the bathroom where you are doing the laundry.

"Laundry huh," Seungkwan murmured while scratching his reddened ears.

He sat down again and stared at the blank space.

"How could she choose laundry over me? Did she marry my brief? Huh."

After an exact eight seconds, he suddenly stood up.

"I am more important than her laundry."

Then he went inside the bathroom. When you heard him coming in, you turned around and asked, "why are you here?"

"Mwammy, I'm hungwy," he acted like a baby. He looks an adorable giant baby standing by the door.

"But you just ate your pudding a moment ago," you said, standing up. Your hands have bubbles cause you are currently washing his clothes.

"I need anothew food mwammy," he continued acting like a baby.

"What food?" You chuckled.

He went in, closed the door and locked it. Your smiled faded cause you knew what he is about to do.

"Hon, I told you, I'm busy," you explained, but he keeps on moving forward.

"What food huh," he said in husky tone. Though you don't want this, you can't deny how sexy he is with that voice. "It's you. You."

"Seungkwan you-"

He pulled your hands and kissed you torridly. Seungkwan pinned you on the cold ceramic tiles, letting your back leaned against the wall.

"Seungkwan w-wait--" you tried to protest.

But when his kiss went down on your neck, your body gave in.

"H-Hon," you moaned.

The fact that you were doing the laundry and that your hands got bubbles on it, turned Seungkwan on.

"Hmmmm?" He responded and now kissing your ear.

"Hm," another moan came out from your lips.

Those moans pushed him to do more. To own you. Right here. Right now.

So he moved back a little and took his shirt off.

"W-What are you d-doing?" You asked a nonsense question.

"Giving you another shirt to wash, duh?"  he threw his shirt to the big pail where you were using to wash the laundry.

"Hey you can't put that there! Your shirt is white but that's for-"

You couldn't continue your words since he smash his lips to yours.

His kiss is fast, yet romantic.

He pulled your wet right hand and put in inside his jogging pants.

"Squeeze it," he whispered in the middle of the kiss.

He wants you to touch his bare butt like how you used to do it.

So as per his request, you squeezed his butt while your hand is inside his pants and it make him moan, "argh."

He pulled his kiss then traced his lips down to your chest , upward to your neck again. Seungkwan licks your neck and gently bite it.

"Ahhh," you winced. But moan when he sucks it softly. "H-Hon."

"Ssshssh," he hushed. He looked at you, biting his lower lip. "Our son is sleeping. Don't make noise. Okie?"

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