#number four is an inside joke that i will explain after the poll finishes

[youarejesting]

Femme: 45

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang, Erik Nam, Hyuna x Dawn, Black Pink x Female oc, TXT x robot oc, Got7 x Female oc

Rating: Mature

Length: 3.3k

Warnings: Birth, Smut, Oral (male receiving & Female receiving), Pregnancy sex, Orgasm denial, Overstimulation, Dirty talk, Cute scenes.

Announcement: It has been a long time but I had some spare time to finish this chapter 5 more to go. I tried to hint at some of the other background characters stories at the end of this chapter. I will hopefully expand on them more just a fraction in these closing chapters. I one day, when I revisit and edit the hell out of this fic, wish to create the side stories and elaborate more on them. 5 CHAPTERS LEFT!

Your channel had blown up massively taking over the number one channels on the social media platform, surpassing, S series and you were setting dates after your next child was born to go on tour starting and ending in Seoul. Working with a camera crew and setting up your house you had actually decided to start a reality tv series based on your busy lives.

You started filming and you were talking about your routines and the dynamic between you and the boys, the boys decided not to disclose their relationships between them but didn’t act much different around each other. They would still cuddle and feed each other and make inside jokes. Still getting questions from femmes and their companions about issues you took your time to explain and encouraged more questions when you go on tour the end of the year.

The twins and Jeongsan were running around after daycare, the ran straight into the living room climbing onto the couch, jumping up and down on Yoongi’s back. “Daddy Yoogi, Daddy Yoogi” In a quick movement he caught them both with his arm and picked them up and spun them around making them giggle.

Seokjin called them to the table for some afternoon tea, “Come on, you can have juice and a bikkie, how does that sound?” “Bikkie!” they each scrambled to the table sitting quietly waiting for their snack. You waddled over kissing the twins on the head and scruffing Jeongsan’s hair. The front door opened and you turned to see Kyungju storm past and Jimin holding the door open laughing silently.

“Why is my son upset?” Yoongi asked concerned “Some girl at school likes him and stole his milk at school and he is mad,” Jimin said and Jungkook was trying to hold himself together and Yoongi nodded silently heading up to the room to deal with it.

You were home alone Hoseok was visiting his parents with his son. This meant you could do anything you wished, taking the keys to the van thanking yourself for getting yourself an international license. The car though it looked old like the vintage car from your time, it was modern as hell It practically drove itself and that scared you a little. With a destination in mind, you started driving. Except you had accidentally been speeding not seeing that the limit had dropped.

You were pulled over and a wave of nausea washed over you and you had vomited all over the police officers shoes. They took you to the station believing you were intoxicated. You thankfully locked the car before you left. Filling out some paperwork you sat in the holding cell in the corner of the station and waited. 

“Do you have someone we can contact” you had to think carefully, Namjoon had a reputation that you didn’t want to ruin and you had to pick someone who wouldn’t make the situation worse and wouldn’t make fun of you for it.

Before you had the chance to answer you heard a familiar voice. “Why is my wife in the holding cell?” He walked over and the officer saluted him. 

“Uh Detective Kim, she was caught speeding and assaulted an officer” “Namjoon, I got a craving for jajangmyeon and so I went for a drive down the road and I didn’t see the speed limit sign and I got pulled over and I was nauseous and I accidentally vomited on an officers pants and they thought I was drunk so they brought me back here.”

“Sir her blood test results shows her blood alcohol level is zero” the officer wearing sweat pants glared at you and you looked apologetically at him.  “Of course it is zero, she is pregnant” Namjoon pulled open the cell door and walked you out to sit on a comfy chair. He ordered some jajangmyeon and sighed.

“Is the baby okay, you must be hungry” he frowned glaring at the officers. The two paled considerably. You took your husbands face and gave him a kiss and apologizing. “I am sorry Namjoon, I was just so hungry, I thought I was driving sensibly, last time I remember fake street was 60 but it is 50 now, when did they change it”

The officers paled a little further, “It was changed this morning they lowered it as there was a lot of trouble for cars during work hours trying to merge. You weren’t to know”

“How much money do I owe, I can pay it now,” the two shook their heads. “No, we couldn’t expect you to pay anything for a simple mistake,”  “No I am a woman of my word, I did the wrong thing and my husband as a law enforcer and a detective can’t have the law bent for him. How much?”

“A first offence ticket for speeding would be approximately 30,000 won for being under 20km over the limit,” Namjoon said and you nodded and pulled out the money. 

“What about the pants? I can pay for them to be dry cleaned” The food arrived and the officers paid for the meal and handed it over, you began eating heartedly and Namjoon sat beside you rubbing your belly fondly. “My wife, do not stress, you are supposed to be resting. What if you went into labour early again”

Needless to say, you did not live it down, The boys were calling you a speed demon for the next few weeks, as you waddled down the hall Seokjin began calling like you were a racehorse or race car. Jimin would dodge out of your way and grin down at you shouting “WOAH slow down!”

Finding out you were having a baby girl with Namjoon had to be one of the sweetest things. He would come to you with different names. He wanted to find an English name and a Korean name. The names were either too odd or sounded too old fashion. You were snacking on some leftovers from the fridge and Yoongi snuck from his studio to the kitchen and back.

“What’s with Yoongi?” “He is worried you will go into labour again?” Namjoon who you were leaning on had a resting Seokjin laying on his lap. You were running your hand over Seokjin’s soft hair and Namjoon ran his hand up and down Seokjin’s “We have all placed out bets” the eldest smiled tiredly up at you causing your chest to constrict pleasantly.

“Who has placed bets?” “Jiyong and his family, all our parents, his parents, everyone at your work, Jimin’s work, my work, Hajun and his wife, us, Erik, the BlackPink girls, the TXT boys the NCT boys texted their bets last night and also Tae set up a poll online last night and ninety-six percent of the people who voted voted for Yoongi” Jimin grinned looking up from his phone.

“How many people voted?”  “In twenty-four hours one million four hundred thousand”

Finally convincing Yoongi to spend some time with you, he seemed to relax at the idea that you weren't about to surprise deliver another baby. It was amusing how he would cautiously look at your belly and it would take several attempts before he would give you a quick kiss and pull away. However, you missed him and when all the children were at daycare or asleep and you were feeling frisky you had to come up with a plan.

Taking out Yoongi’s favourite undergarments and his favourite clothes on you, you got dressed. You did your hair just the way he liked it exposing your neck. You were set, walking into his studio he turned and pulled off his headphones. “Is something wrong?”

“No I just wanted to see you” you smiled and walked over. He seemed to notice the swaying of your hips and the tone of your voice, what you wanted and he groaned.

“Kitten we can’t” he covered his eyes with his hand and laid his head back on the chair. “Can’t what, I just wanted to see you Oppa” The sound that pulled out of his chest was sinful. Yoongi’s moan gave you the confidence to keep going. You took his hands and kissed them leaning over the back of his chair making him relax. Slowly letting your entwined hands drop behind him as casual as you possibly could, playing with his hands and moving them around so he didn’t expect anything odd. It didn’t take much as he couldn’t feel them against his wrist due to his thick hoodie but you cuffed him and then cuffed the cuffs to the chair. He heard the clicks and pulled against them.

“Take them off” He hissed looking at you unamused. These weren’t for playing these were from Namjoon’s work. You turned his chair and sank to your knees grinning up at him. 

“Come on Oppa, we haven’t played together in ages” “Maybe if you stop going into labour” “It’s cause you make me feel so good” He was practically clawing at the chair to get out of them, encouraging you to proceed. He was telling you in great detail why this was a bad idea, but that didn’t last long. As soon as you had him in your hand his words caught in his throat and his mouth ran dry.

“You know the safe word, you can use it if you need to” He watched you looking up through your lashes at his expression, he liked the anticipation. You parted your lips and let out a small puff of warm air, it made him twitch. 

“Don’t play with me baby, Fuck the safe word, you can’t hurt me” He scoffed, his face was mocking you. “I can do whatever I want to cause you can’t stop me” You went to take him in your mouth and pulled back again “Actually perhaps we shouldn’t do this I mean...”

You pressed your thumb firmly across the head of his penis making his stomach muscles jump. “You obviously don’t want this” Completely playing the dominant role. You saw his brow tick and his mouth fall open he was pissed. Languidly stroking his member, the desire to give him everything he wanted. This time, however, you wanted to be in control. squeezing him gently he took a sharp breath before exhaling a strong moan. 

He huffed beads of sweat across his brow. Deciding to speak to him completely in English, “You know I think you would look better wearing this, Mister Min” Pulling out a blindfold and he shook his head “Don’t you dare” Slipping it over his head he squirmed and tried to get it off. “You are going to be punished after this kitten, I am going to take you over my knee and spank you until you can’t sit down”

You took him in your mouth sucking hard before pulling away completely. He was trying to hold it in and you grinned repeating this action a few times, he was painfully hard and as you breathed hot air gently against him you watched pre-cum dribble from the tip. His cock bouncing ever so slightly with the beat of his heart.

“Ahhh stop messing with me or I will” You firmly squeezed his thick length and grinned at the noise he made. “Or you will what?” Taking him into your mouth and bringing him to the edge listening to the way he breathed and panted he was so close. Pulling off of him with a wet pop. “It’s getting late Yoongi, I need to go start dinner”

“Don’t you dare” He shouted, you didn’t leave the room but you did open and shut the door waiting silently “I know you didn’t leave, If you let me out now I won’t punish you, kitten, Kitten I got work to do, come on let me out”

Opening and closing the door again he perked up as you walked over, “You need to get me out of this” “You know the safe word use it” “No, I won’t back out like a little bitch” he growled “I want to get out of these and bend you over my desk.

“That sounds nice but I don’t want to do that” Sinking to your knee’s you spent half an hour bringing him to the edge of his release and then stopping he was squirming in his computer chair when it slipped past his lips. “Please, just let me cum” You smiled around his dick swirling your tongue around the head, you ignored him continuing the slow torture from the start. Turning on your phone to record him begging. “Please just let me cum kitten I need this, Please oh fuck. Please. Please it hurts”

You pulled off his blindfold and smiled up at him “What do you want me to do?” “I need you to make me cum, please” you brought him to ecstasy once and he whimpered actually whimpered throwing himself back in the seat trying to move away. But that over stimulation was how you got him to cum a second time “Too much, fuck ahh too sensitive kitten I can’t”

Paying you back tenfold. It was your anniversary weekend and the kids were at their grandparents or asleep in their cots. Your hands and feet had been tied to the bed and Yoongi made sure to tell the boys they were allowed to everything but let you finish. They took turns you spent the whole day in bed only allowed to take toilet and lunch breaks.

By the third day, you were looking for any way out. “Jimin imagine if I came right now it would be so powerful after two days of waiting. I bet it would be really nice” “Yeah it would but Yoongi would have us both in chastity belts” He laughed cumming inside of you with a groan all the talk had him spent. You were filled with their essence and they weren’t letting any of it go to waste.

When you finally came, it was with his permission. He made you count down from thirty and began thrusting hard into you. If you came before thirty whatever number you were on would be the number of times Yoongi would receive a back rub. You didn’t want to tell him you would gladly give him a massage whenever he wished. They were all watching and sadly you broke at four.

Yoongi finally seemed comfortable with the idea of being intimate with you, but boy was he in for a shock when March came around. You were laying on a makeshift bed in the recording booth. There was a sound he wanted to record. He was trying to elicit a moan from you and when he got it he rewarded you. You frowned and his face dropped “no kitten you didn’t, please tell me this is a joke”

“I’m sorry honey the baby is coming today” you winced and he ran to grab some towels. You had an easy birth, one of the easiest so far because the baby was so small. “Everyone welcome our second daughter to the family her name is Kim Mirae and her English name is Mila June” 

You had picked her middle name and made it the same sound as her father's name. The children all met their baby sister, Huimang was too little to understand. 

“If someone gets you pregnant before this child turns two I will actually cut their dick off” Yoongi sighed  “Papa Joo did Adar Yoogi day a bad word” “Yes baby, he did” Namjoon ruffled Jae Eun’s hair while glaring at Yoongi. “Are you happy papa Joon?” Jeongsan asked and Namjoon smiled “Very happy”

Things slowed down, Namjoon took a little time off work to be with his daughter for the first few weeks. He loved Mirae greatly. He would just talk to her for hours about anything they shared so many secrets.  He had on more than one occasion tried to put nappies on backwards which was always amusing. Kyungju had just finished first grade and Jeongsan would be heading off to school when the term started again in the following year. You weren’t ready to see them all growing up.

Hoseok had Huimang and you had Mirae strapped to your chests. You were doing some light aerobic dancing. Jungkook had been pushing you at the gym to strengthen all your muscles in your tummy. You didn’t want your muscles to separate so you tried hard to keep yourself strong. 

The boys and yourself had been super careful, all being very safe as you didn’t want to get pregnant any time soon. The schedule was booked for your live tour. You were performing at a few theatres around the world. Starting in Seoul your stage was set up to look like your recording room. Your guest was NCT. Jiyong followed you on tour with his family and helped watch the kids while you were on stage. 

But you never stopped your children from joining you. On many occasions, they would have a small lapel mic and pack courtesy of the stagehands and they would run out. “Adar, Jeongsan needs to go to the bathroom” Kyungju led his younger brother out by the hand.  “JK to the rescue” Hoseok laughed heartily and the crowd joined in. 

While Jungkook was gone, you opened up questions Femme’s stepped up onto the stage and they asked you questions. “I was unfrozen a week ago and I have been watching your videos from the start, I am not far through them so you probably have already mentioned it but, what do you do to cope with homesickness”

“That’s a really good question, I cried a lot always thinking about everything my family wouldn’t get to see, and that’s perfectly okay to cry and be upset over. My wedding and the birth of my beautiful children all I wanted was to have that support from my family. Until one day I realised I had been shutting the boys out and I needed to open up, I needed to face my fears. I remember the dream I had and they all sang to me asking me what I was looking for and where I was going. I didn’t realise the whole time I was with them I was looking back at my past and not at the present and future. And when I finally looked forward I saw the support from them and their families, my friends and neighbours. There were just so many people, even online there were people standing with me. We are never alone. Which brings us to a really important announcement all the Femme’s here will leave with a care package from me to you we need to support one another”

The tour went amazing and there was enough footage for you to make a tour special which was posted on the latest movie streaming platform Fletnix.

Watching Eric and the TXT boys grow up and go to university you were so proud. Hyuna and Hyojong had actually gotten engaged and were the cutest couple. The Frozen Spoon had become iconic, with the increased revenue, you became the area manager of two stores, each store had a picture of Moon Inshik the founder and beside it a little plaque with his story.

Namjoon’s old friend Jackson and his 6 fellow applicants were celebrating their Femme who announced she was pregnant with a little girl. The young girls whom you met at the park had slowly graduated high school and reached full maturity, three joined the Femme Project, one of them found matches, two were frozen and the fourth decided to put in an application for a femme herself.

She had been denied over thirteen times but she was still persisting with her application. Until she found her perfect match.

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