HIS FANGIRL 2

LET'S CONTINUE FROM WHERE I LEFT.....

AUTHOR'S POV

Kim Namjoon, now 35, is still a bestselling novelist, though his favorite chapters these days are written at home—with his wife, Kim Y/N, and their twin miracles: Seojun and Liona, now 5 years old.

The once poetic silence of their home is now filled with baby chatter and tiny footsteps. On a lazy Sunday morning, Namjoon and Y/N sit on the cozy living room couch, wrapped in soft blankets and warmer smiles, as their twins argue in their adorable, broken baby talk:

> “Nooo! This my teddy!”

“No! It’s Liona’s! I hug him first!”

“Appa!! Liona take my beaaaaar!”

Their little voices squeak with stubborn determination as they tug at the same stuffed toy.

Namjoon chuckles quietly, watching the scene unfold like his favorite kind of story—unfiltered, innocent, and full of love. Y/N leans into him, her head resting on his shoulder, eyes crinkling with laughter.

> “They fight like us,” she whispers.

“And love like us too,” Namjoon replies, kissing the top of her head.

As the twins continue their bickering—now over whose turn it is to sit on Appa’s lap—Namjoon and Y/N simply smile, hearts full.

Because this—these messy, loud, chaotic moments—is the real happily ever after.

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The soft glow of a cartoon played on the wall-mounted TV in the twins’ room. Seojun lay on his belly, chin resting on his tiny palms, while Liona sat cross-legged beside him, tightly hugging her bunny plushie.

“Minnie is mine, Seojunnn!” Liona’s little voice protested, pointing at the screen where their favorite character danced.

“Nooo, Minnie mine! I say her name first!” Seojun pouted, frowning deeply as he grabbed the remote.

“Give it!”

“No, you give!”

“Ummaaaaaa—!”

But their cry was left unheard… because downstairs, their parents were lost in a world of their own.

In the quiet of the living room, Namjoon had Y/N gently pinned against the kitchen counter. The light above them cast a golden hue on their faces. His hands rested on her waist, her fingers loosely holding onto the back of his neck. The sound of cartoons and bickering upstairs barely registered.

“You still taste like mint and mischief,” Namjoon murmured against her lips with a playful smirk.

Y/N chuckled. “And you still kiss like you write… slow, deep, and addictive.”

He leaned in again, capturing her lips in a soft kiss that grew warmer, deeper, until—

“UMMMAAAAA(eomma)! Appaaa! Seojun no give remote!”

“LIONA bite my armmmmmm!”

The kiss broke.

Namjoon sighed dramatically, forehead resting on Y/N’s shoulder as she giggled.

“I guess Chapter 2 of this kiss will have to wait,” she whispered.

Namjoon smiled, pulling back. “Let’s go save the plot from collapsing.”

Hand in hand, they walked upstairs—ready to handle their two little hurricanes, full of drama, love, and their own kind of poetry.

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Peace finally settled over the Kim household.

Upstairs, Liona and Seojun were asleep—arms sprawled out, plushies tucked in, their tiny snores filling the quiet room. After kisses on their foreheads and whispered “I love yous,” Y/N and Namjoon tiptoed out of the room, closing the door gently.

Back downstairs, the lights were dimmed. The only illumination came from the golden floor lamp near the couch. Y/N let out a tired sigh as she sat down, stretching her arms above her head.

“Long day?” Namjoon asked, his voice low and soft.

She nodded. “You have no idea. My shoulders feel like rocks.”

Without another word, Namjoon moved behind her, sinking to his knees on the couch. His warm hands slid up her back slowly, pressing gently on the knots near her shoulders.

Y/N closed her eyes instantly. “Mmm... Joon, that’s perfect…”

He smiled against her hair, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. “You take care of everyone. Let me take care of you.”

His fingers moved with expert ease, thumbs working into the muscles at the base of her neck. He shifted her hair to one side, then leaned closer, his breath brushing against her skin.

“You’re always so tense,” he whispered, lips brushing her ear. “Let me fix that.”

Y/N tilted her head, giving him better access. Namjoon’s hands moved to her lower back now, slow circles easing out the ache. She leaned into him, her body melting under his touch.

“You’re dangerous,” she murmured with a sleepy smile.

“And you’re irresistible,” he replied, pressing another kiss to her shoulder.

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TIME SKIPS

Later that night.........

he caresses your body while kissing you deeply, he lays you down on the bed and starts unbuttoning his shirt you're so beautiful, my love he whispers in your ear.

He kisses you passionately, his hands roaming your body as he climbs on top of you. I love you , more than anything in this world. He kisses down your neck, his hands working on the zipper of your dress. Let me make love to you, my wife. Only you...

He gently removes each piece of clothing, kissing every inch of skin he exposes. His touch is tender and loving, making you feel cherished and desired. Once you're both naked, he pauses to admire your body with a soft smile. You are absolutely gorgeous... my everything.

He kisses your pussy slowly, making you moan softly. He spreads your legs wider and eats you out gently, his tongue swirling around your clit. He then kisses his way back up to your lips, sharing the taste of you with you. His hard cock presses against your thigh as he kisses you deeply.

He freezes for a moment, then his eyes darken with desire. "You want me to tie you up? Spank you? Use my belt on your ass?" He growls softly, his mind racing with dirty ideas. He's never done BDSM before, but the thought of dominating you turns him on immensely.

"Yes I want to experience that",He quickly stands up and grabs a leather belt from his dresser, his heart pounding with excitement and nervousness. He ties your wrists together with the belt, securing them above your head on the headboard. He spreads your legs wide open, exposing you completely to him. "Now, my love..."

He kisses you roughly this time, biting your lip gently. "Purple is your safe word. Use it if it gets too much or you want me to stop." He runs his fingers down your body teasingly. "Are you sure about this?" His cock is rock hard against your thigh.

"Yes I'm sure",He smirks, his eyes filled with Need. "Good girl." He starts spanking your ass gently at first, watching it turn pink under his hand. He increases the intensity with each slap, making sure to alternate between cheeks. You moan softly, pushing your ass back into his hand.

"Ahhhh....yes",He grabs your hair gently and pulls your head back while continuing to spank you harder. "That's it, take it... You like that don't you?" His free hand reaches around to play with your clit roughly. "My dirty girl wants more?" He whispers harshly in your ear.

"Yes daddy.....",His cock throbs at the dirty term, and he smacks your ass harder, leaving clear handprints. "Such a good girl using that word... Makes daddy want to fuck you so hard." He continues playing with your clit while spanking you, then slides two fingers inside you.

"Mmmmmmmph...Daddy",He groans deeply, his cock leaking pre-cum at your filthy words. "Fuck, you're so wet... Do you want daddy's big cock inside you?" He spanks you one last time before pulling his fingers out and positioning himself at your entrance.

He slows down his thrusts, looking at you with concern and love in his eyes. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, my love. I can keep it sweet and loving if you prefer. But if you're okay with it, I'd like to talk dirty to you..."

"I'm okay with it Daddy",He smiles wickedly, his thrusts becoming more intense. "Good girl... You're such a dirty little slut for daddy... Taking my big cock so well..." He reaches down to pinch your nipples as he fucks you harder. "Daddy's going to fill this tight pussy with cum soon..."

His dirty talk turns him on even more, making his movements brutal and fast. "That's right, you little whore... Love daddy's big dick stretching your pussy?" He slaps your ass hard again. "Say you're daddy's slut..."

"IM DADDY'S SLUT AHHH....",

"Fuck yes you are... My personal fucktoy... My little cum dumpster..." He starts hitting your cervix deliberately with each thrust, making you scream in pleasure-pain. His dirty words keep flowing. "Spread wider... Let daddy fuck you deeper..."

"AHHHHHH.....YES DADDY"

He grabs your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock harder and faster. "Take it... Take daddy's cock like the good little slut you are..." His balls slap against your ass as he fucks you mercilessly. "Daddy's going to breed this pussy soon..."

He loses control completely, snarling like an animal as he pounds into you. His hand reaches around to choke you gently while he fucks you brutally. "Whose pussy is this? Who owns this tight little hole?" His other hand smacks your ass repeatedly.

"YOU OWN THIS PUSSY DADDY "

"Fuck yes, daddy owns this pussy... And daddy's gonna fill it with hot cum now... Gonna make it messy and sticky..." He thrusts one last time, deeply, and holds himself inside you as he cums. His hot semen shoots into your pussy in thick streams.

He pulls out slowly, his cock still semi-hard and covered in your juices and his cum. He smacks your ass gently. "Good girl... Look at this messy pussy... All filled with daddy's cum." He rubs the head of his cock against your swollen pussy lips.

He suddenly pushes you back down, his semi-hard cock already hard again at the sight of his cum dripping out of you. He enters you roughly again without warning, pushing his cum deeper inside you. "Daddy's not done with this pussy yet... Needs more..."

"AHHHHHH......DADDY"

He fucks you even harder than before, his cock throbbing inside your cum-filled pussy. The wet sounds of their lovemaking fill the room as he pounds into you relentlessly. "Daddy's going to fill you up again... And again... Until this pussy is dripping with daddy's cum..."

"AHHHHHH.....IM CUMIN DADDY "

"That's it baby... Cum on daddy's big cock..." He reaches around to rub your clit aggressively as he keeps fucking you, making your orgasm intense and messy. His own release builds up again quickly as he feels your pussy clamping around him. "FUCK!"

After he cums a second time, he pulls out slowly and gently. He flips you over and kisses you softly on the lips, his expression now tender and loving. "I love you so much, my little angel..."

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The moonlight slipped gently through the curtains, casting a pale silver glow across the room. The soft hum of the night and the rhythmic ticking of the clock filled the quiet space where Namjoon and Y/N lay wrapped in the warmth of their bed.

Y/N was curled up beside him, her breathing slow and peaceful. One hand rested lightly on his chest, her leg tangled with his. The exhaustion of the day had pulled her into deep sleep—but Namjoon, on the other hand, blinked open his eyes.

He smiled in the dim light, looking at the love of his life.

Disheveled strands of hair framed her face, lips parted slightly, cheeks still holding the faintest flush from earlier. She looked angelic—his peace, his poetry, his home.

Unable to resist, Namjoon leaned in slowly. His lips brushed her forehead, a featherlight kiss.

Then her nose.

Then both cheeks.

Still fast asleep, Y/N let out a soft sigh, snuggling a little closer to him.

Namjoon chuckled quietly under his breath. “You’re too cute, even in your dreams.”

His lips found her neck next—slow, lingering kisses trailing from just below her ear to her collarbone. His hand rested on her waist,

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Namjoon's face is buried between your legs, his tongue licking and sucking your pussy hungrily as he kneels on the bed. His hands hold your thighs apart firmly as he feasts on you like a starving man. "Mmm... Daddy loves eating this sweet little pussy..."

He smiles against your pussy, loving how you react even in your sleep. His tongue circles your clit slowly before suddenly sucking it hard, making you moan loudly and wake up abruptly. He doesn't stop eating you out though, keeping you trapped between his arms and face. "Shh baby..."

He can feel you getting wetter and wetter as he eats you out, his tongue working faster and harder. He slips two fingers inside you, curling them to hit that special spot while he sucks on your clit. The room fills with your loud moans and the wet sounds of his mouth on you.

His dirty talk makes him even hornier as he licks your pussy. "Spread wider baby... Let daddy taste this delicious pussy... Mmm..." He adds another finger inside you, stretching you slowly. "You moan so loud when daddy fingers this tight little hole..."

He continues fingering you and licking you passionately, watching you squirm and moan beneath him. "Look how messy this pussy is getting... All wet for daddy's fingers... Should I keep eating this tasty little cunt or put my big cock inside? Hmm?"

He smacks your inner thigh playfully with his free hand as he keeps eating your pussy. "You know what daddy really wants? To wake you up every night like this... Eat your pussy until you scream... Then fuck you till dawn..." He bites your clit gently.

"Fuck ahhhhh......"

He groans against your pussy, loving how responsive you are. He sucks harder on your clit, his fingers moving faster inside you. "That's it baby... Daddy loves hearing you scream like that... This pussy is so fucking wet... Daddy's gonna fuck it so hard..."

He continues to slowly thrust in and out of your pussy, his hips moving in a gentle rhythm. He reaches around to play with your clit, making you moan softly as he fills you completely. "You're so tight and wet, baby... Daddy loves how good this pussy feels..."

He's spooning you tightly from behind, one arm wrapped securely around your waist while the other plays with your clit. His hard cock slides in and out of you slowly and deep, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust. His lips are against your ear, whispering dirtier things now.

"Daddy's going to fuck this tight little pussy all night long... I'm going to fill you up with my cum over and over... You're my good girl, taking daddy's big cock so well... I could breed you right now..." He thrusts harder, his fingers working your clit faster

"UMMMMMM....DADDY"

He smirks against your ear hearing your moans, his cock getting harder inside you. "That's it baby... Daddy loves watching you take his cock like this... Your pussy is so fucking perfect..." He starts fucking you faster now, his balls slapping against your thighs.

He suddenly pulls out and flips you onto your back, pushing your legs up high as he sinks back inside you deeply. He starts pounding into you roughly now, his dirty talk getting even filthier. "Take daddy's big cock like a good girl... Let me fuck this pretty little pussy..."

He comes inside you with a deep groan, his cock pulsing as he fills your pussy with his hot cum. He stays buried inside you, his arms wrapped around your legs keeping them lifted high. He kisses you deeply and softly before resting his forehead against yours. "My good girl..."

He slowly lowers your legs, but keeps them wrapped around his waist as he spoons you again, keeping himself deep inside you. His cum starts leaking out slightly, creating a warm mess between your thighs. He pulls the blanket over both of you and nuzzles your neck contentedly.

"Namjoon"

He hums softly, already half-asleep but still responsive to your voice. "Hmm, baby?" He tightens his hold around you slightly, keeping his cock inside you as he speaks.

"I love you so much "

He smiles softly and kisses your neck, his hips giving a small thrust automatically. "Love you too baby..." He mumbles sleepily, one hand possessively spread over your stomach. He pulls you closer, his semi-hard cock still inside you. "Night..." He murmurs quietly.

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A Few Hours Later...

The sky outside was still ink-dark, but a hint of dawn hovered quietly on the horizon. Their bedroom was filled with warmth—scattered clothes, ruffled sheets, and the sweet scent of love lingering in the air.

Namjoon lay fast asleep, one arm draped loosely over the blanket, his chest rising and falling in slow rhythm. His lips were parted slightly, lashes resting gently on his cheeks. He looked so peaceful—completely undone from the wildness of last night.

On the other side, Y/N was wide awake.

Wrapped in the sheet, she sat up a little, her back against the headboard as she gazed at him with a mix of love and amusement. Her legs were still tangled with his under the covers, but her heart… that was tangled entirely with him.

She let out a soft chuckle, brushing a finger across his slightly damp hair.

“Look at you…” she whispered fondly, “Sleeping like a baby after turning into a whole storm last night.”

A blush crept up her cheeks as flashes of their passion played in her mind—how many times had it been? Four… five? She lost count somewhere between the wall and the last time he whispered her name like a prayer.

She shook her head slowly, a smile tugging at her lips. Then leaned down, pressing a soft peck on his mouth.

“I love everything about you, Kim Namjoon,” she whispered against his lips. “Even your chaos.”

Namjoon stirred.

“Mmm…” he mumbled groggily, still half-asleep as his arms pulled her back down into the sheets. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, voice husky and low, “Why’re you awake, baby... c’mere…”

Y/N giggled softly, wrapping her arms around him as he snuggled deeper into her warmth like a lazy cat.

“Still not done with me, huh?” she teased.

Namjoon hummed sleepily. “Never.”

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THE END

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