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fruitmins · 16 days

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Agust Dad—Nine

➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party- one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry

➭ genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au

➭ warnings: angst but also not that angsty??, rushed to edit this so WILL have mistakes, self hate talk, poor communication skills

note: wow been a while. in the months i’ve been gone it’s turned into a new year and i’ve just recently turned the age of a legal adult (hooray?). how have you guys been? this chapter hit a lil too personally as someone who cannot communicate and pushes ppl out so i hope y’all like it😭🫰🏾again taglist is: closed.

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You were stupid.

As much as you wanted to gaslight yourself into the thinking that the few days of silence is just what you need to clear your mind and have some space after all of the hectic chaos going around, it wasn’t as peaceful as you hoped. The silence started to turn more uncomfortable, becoming deafening and depressing quickly.

So on the third day, when the ringing of the doorbell broke the silence, somewhere inside the self pity you had been drowning in the last couple of days was grateful.

It’s short lived.

Being the baby mama of a famous Kpop idol billionaire, you knew it was only a matter of time before someone came knocking and looking for you sooner or later. That part you guessed. What was making you nervous was the fact that you didn’t know who was going to come.

Was it a crazy fan who somehow managed to find out where you stayed (which was still in Yoongi’s house, ironically)? Was it a member of BTS themselves? Or worst of all, was it Yoongi.

The thought made you so nervous and sick to your stomach. Out of all the awkward interactions you were avoiding the one with Yoongi the most, though that wasn’t hard to do recently. You had kicked him out and broke your only form of communication aka your phone.

There’s a knock on the door a couple seconds later, not a doorbell, a knock. Then another, and another. There is a sense of urgency to the knocks, like whoever is at the door is afraid to wait any longer before trying to speak to you.

You finally get up from the bed, your legs shaking a little bit from standing. You move slowly towards the door, trying to calm your nerves.

It is too silent outside the door, and you have no idea about the identity of the person standing outside. It can be anyone, and in a way, it's scary but you have half a brain to look through the peephole to prepare yourself for whoever it is.

Your eyes widen and your face pales when you see a familiar face, one you hadn’t really thought about. Harin.

She doesn’t look her best which was unlike her. Usually she’d have on at least a bit of makeup and dress nicely, no matter where she was or where she was going. She was classy, and always had on a caring, bright smile. No matter how much struggle it was being in the spotlight because of Jin or being away from Jin because of his job, she was strong. She was everything you wanted to be, you in an alternate universe where you had met Yoongi under the right circumstances.

But looking at her now, on your doorstep with very noticeable eyebags and a dying look of worry, some guilt hits you, and all you want to do is throw the door open and cry into her arms. You had always kept people and friends at a distance, it felt so different to want to seek out someone’s comfort. Maybe this is what it was like to trust and care heavily about people, you didn’t know. Everything nowadays was new to you.

You slowly open the door with a shaky hand, your heart skipping a beat when her head snaps over to the sound of it finally opening.

“Harin..” her name slips from your mouth in a shaky breathless voice. Harin nods, her entire face filled with compassion and worry. One look at you and she can see that you haven't been doing well at all and you can only imagine the amount of pity she’s feeling.

She looks at you for a moment before speaking softly. "I heard about everything that's been going on, please... let me come inside." Her voice is calm and reassuring, as if trying to be as gentle as possible with you. She was treating you as a time bomb, and as much as you wanted that to anger you, it was impossible to be mad at her.

You open your mouth but nothing comes out, you want to tell her it’s not a good time or something. You want to turn her away, like you do with everyone else in your life, like you did with Yoongi. You want to go back to drowning in your sorrows and depression until eventually you become a rock.

But she looks so emotional, so hurt. And suddenly you don’t have the balls to push her away. For the first time ever, you let someone in. You let someone help you instead of pushing them out.

“Okay.” You say weakly, barely being able to direct your voice to her. You open the door more and move to the side so she can come inside.

Harin nods, her eyes widening as she steps inside before closing the door behind her quietly. She doesn't say anything more, going directly towards you. Without warning, she enfolds you in a warm and gentle hug.

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry for everything," she whispers passionately, rubbing the top of your back. "I-I'm just so sorry." Her voice is small but filled with emotion.

The sudden hug catches you off guard, and to your own surprise you melt immediately into the warm comforting embrace.

“Sorry? What are you sorry for?” You ask, fighting back a smile as you hug her back tightly.

Harin lets out a sigh. "So, So many things," she whispers. "I'm sorry you're going through this right now, I'm sorry I haven't been there for you enough. I-"

She can't continue, her words choking her up but you are quick to shake your head dismissively anyways. “Stop. If anything I should be sorry. I took the spotlight off of you and Jin’s special accomplishment. I messed up your proposal and I’ll probably just mess up your wedding too so you shouldn’t even invite-“

“Stop,” she’s the one to say it this time, frowning and shaking her head. “You’re absolutely going to be at my wedding. You’re my best friend.” She says passionately, pulling away from the hug to look you in your eyes. “I'm not letting you go through this alone, no matter how hard things get..."

“Thank you, Harin.” You respond in a whisper, your heart fluttering as you pull her back into the hug tightly. Seconds after there’s a small stab of pain in your stomach, causing me to groan and close your eyes and lean onto her for support.

Harin flinches as she feels your sudden

movement towards her, then notices your hand grab onto your stomach. Her heart sinks when she realizes what it means, her eyes flaring with shock and concern.

"Your stomach... does it hurt?" she asks softly, her voice filled with worry for you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah..” you take a step back to ground yourself. “Just been stressed lately.” You mumble, trying but failing to reassure her.

"I know the feeling..." Harin whispers, still looking at your abdomen. “Come sit.” She says, holding your hand and ushering you to sit down.

“Thanks..” you mumble, slowly sitting onto the couch as Harin watches you closely as she helps you settle. "You sure everything with the baby is okay?" she whispers softly, her eyes filled with concern and worry.

“I think.” ‘I hope.’

“I don’t want to go outside, let alone a hospital.” You say with a sigh, looking up at Harin who gives you a sympathetic expression. She nods in understanding, “I know how you feel," she says quietly. "The outside can be so scary at times... especially when there are so many people watching your every move."

You let out a small smile and nod, of course Harin understood. You couldn’t imagine all she had been through when she first started dating Seokjin. It was a relief to have at least one person who knew what you were going through. Her and someone else.

“..How’s Yoongi?” The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least a tiny bit concerned curious about how he was doing. But you knew a part of you were asking from a place of guilt, some part of you knew you had overreacted the slightest bit. Because it was like you, to push people away when things got too serious.

Harin’s eyes widen in surprise, almost as if she was surprised you even brought him up. She blinks a few times before speaking. "I talked to him earlier today," she whispers softly.

She opens her mouth again, lashing hesitantly before actually saying anything. She looks at you for a few moments, debating on whether or not she should continue. She looks thoughtful for a moment - then lets out an exhausted sigh.

"He's been really worried about you," she states honestly, letting out a short breath. "He was really hurting when you kicked him out... honestly, he's not doing too well right now."

“Really?” You don’t want to admit that the news is sickening, because you still cared about him, despite everything. Harin nods, “Jin says it’s worse than when they first debuted. Overworking himself, not eating, not speaking.”

Your elbows go to your knees as you bury your face in your hands. To say you felt awful was an understatement. “I don’t know what to do, Harin. I just..I felt hurt. He kept something so big from me no matter what the reason.” You shake your head, swallowing nervously.

“What would you have done?”

She winced, thinking about if she was in your shoes. "I... I would have heard him out, before I made my decision," she says softly and you sigh, knowing she was probably right. "I understand that you felt betrayed," she admits. "But it wasn't intentional, he just didn't know how to talk to you..."

She looks at the ground, her voice softening even more. "He didn't know how to handle this... honestly, neither one of you do. But there's still a chance you can work things out if you talk to each other."

You swallow, tears welling up in your eyes as a bunch of emotions cloud your mind. “I don’t know how to do that Harin. How to communicate.”

Her face immediately softened, pulling you into another hug. “Give it as much time as you need for yourself," she continues. "Just don't shut him out... he wants to be there for you... just like I do."

Harin looks at you for a moment then smiles. "You're not alone now, okay?"

Your eyes go to the phone in pieces next to the wall at her words as your mind wanders to similar words.

i’m here now

The first stupid text that started everything. The text that you stupidly didn’t listen to. The stupid text that showed how horrible you were for not communicating when he was.

You were stupid.

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yonkimint · 2 years

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Without You [Yoongi x Reader, Hobi x Reader] — HIATUS

A clean break.

That’s all y/n wants for her messy, complicated, and seemingly endless friends with benefits arrangement with Min Yoongi. But that seems to be the last thing he’s willing to give her.

When she moves halfway around the world, forcing the end of their arrangement, she discovers he’s left her with a gift that will alter the course of her life forever.

Will she go back to Yoongi or will a rekindled relationship with the estranged Jung Hoseok come between them?

Genre: Pregnancy!AU, Idol!AU, Love Triangle, FWB2L, F2L

Warnings: 🔞, profanity, suggestive language, mentions of sex, angst, excessive use of exclamation points, etc.

Schedule: idk anymore lol. my life kind of blew up and i haven’t been able to catch back up 😮‍💨

Taglist OPEN! (Send an ask or leave a reply to be added to the taglist)

PART 1

INTROS

1. Brain Goes Stupid

2. Abstract Beef

3. Dinner and a Show

4. 👏SAY👏NO👏

5. Like Rabbits

6. The Cha Cha Slide ✎

7. Jugular

8. Manipulative

9. It’s still early...

10. Jay

11. Meanwhile ✎

12. A Walking Disaster

13. An Auntie or an Uncle

14. One Ragrets

15. Takes a Village

PART 2

16. A Perfect Life

17. Hobi’s Baby

18. Going Forward

19. Reunion ✎

20. The Favorite Uncle

21. Complicated

22. Sunday

23. OT7 Forever

24. No Take Backs ✎

25. Betrayal ✎

26. The BEST Dad

27. “Appa”

28. Move in Together

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0funsite0 · 10 months

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Poor us

Summary: You and Jimin have been living in poverty without parental help as they decided to disown you the moment you married the love of your universe. Life hasn't been easy ever since, but your love for each other and the will of building a family of your own may just be enough to concur all.

non-idol!jimin x pregnant!fem!reader

Warnings: pregnancy, poverty, medical issues, cold, malnutrition, childbirth

Word count: 2.9K

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You felt another blanket being placed on your body.

- Chim, I think that's enough, but thank you. - you breathed out sleepily, as Jimin carefully lays down next to you on the mattress placed on the floor.

- No, love! It's freezing. We need to make sure you don't catch a cold. That wouldn't be good considering you are 28 weeks.

He was right. Your tiny apartment was located in the poorest part of town, where cutting the water or gas was done weekly by authorities, since there was always something wrong with the system. Now not even the tiny heater in your miniature room was radiating any warmth, meaning the only things keeping you and your baby growing inside your womb warm were those few blankets you had.

- This was our last blanket though... now you have none. - you extended your hands, motioning him to lay under your blankets.

He hesitantly lifted the blankets and slipped under them, wrapping his protective arms around your waist to scoot you closer to his body. Of course, he was mindful of your bump, making sure not to crush your little one inside. A warm smile spread across his face, as he felt the baby wiggle against his torso. Moments like this reminded him, that rich, or not, life was beautiful.

- Now, go to sleep, okay? - ha pleaded, while softly caressing your hair and back. - You need a lot of rest.

- Okay... - you yawned. - But you too! Night.

- I hate that you still go to work.

- Jimin, we talked about this before! Women in my condition usually have maternity leave around their last month. I just started my seventh month, we have 3 left. - before he could cut you off, you continued. - Besides, we can't afford to have minus one working hand. We need the money. I already quit one of my jobs.

- Then I'll get another job.

- A fourth one? There's no way I'm letting that happen!

- Jagi...

You cut him off with a kiss. That kiss brought him comfort and reassurance. He still didn't like the fact that even after the doctor told you you were a bit underweight and should make sure you didn't lose any more if you wanted the baby to be healthy, you were still on your feet all that at work, which also included some physical labor. Ever since that day, he would skip meals, so you could eat more. Of course, he never told you this, because he knew you'd never let him do that.

- Good night!

- Good night, Love! - then he put his free hand on your tummy. - Night, night baby!

- Mrs. Park, - your doctor sighed. - even though you made some progress compared to last time, you still seem a little underweight. I want you to keep in mind that malnutrition doesn't only affect the fetus' development but can also send you into premature labor.

These were definitely news that you expected to hear at your 32-week check-up, and you had plenty of time to prepare yourself, but you still couldn't stop the tears from escaping your eyes. These facts being said out loud sent shivers down your spine and made your heart fill with worry for your precious baby.

Tears kept running and running down your red cheeks and no one was there to wipe them away. Jimin had work, which he couldn't miss, and the old lady, who called herself a doctor definitely wasn't the one who would calm you down. She was extremely unsympathetic. You just wished your husband was there, holding your hand.

The gynecologist printed out your ultrasound pictures and handed you the papers which contained the updates on your and the fetus' health.

You didn't have a car. None of you. So you had to walk all the way home, burning calories, which you couldn't afford to burn. But you had no other option. On your way to your apartment, you stopped in front of a bakery, just staring inside of the showcase, debating whether or not you should spend those few bucks you brought with you, on some nourishing pastries for yourself... more for your baby. The debate was obviously determined when you set your thin hands on your bump and felt your bundle of joy wiggle around. A soft, but sad smile appeared on your lips, and you went inside.

You sat in your scummy kitchen, munching on one of the cheese biscuits you bought earlier, when you hear the squeak of the front door, signaling that your husband was home. About time... it was 10 PM.

- Hi, My Love!

He took his shoes off and hugged you, caressing your back and pressing a gentle hand on your bump.

- How did your appointment go?

- It went great. - you lied.

- Can I see the papers?

You froze. Oh no! That will give everything away.

- Uhm... I lost it.

- Jagi... Please don't lie to me, okay?

You realized that there was no reason to lie to your husband any further. You dug deep into your duffel bag you've been taking with you everywhere for years now. The time took a toll on it as well. The rips and lose threads were becoming more and more evident.

In the end, you pulled out the folded medical papers, which will soon reveal your little secret to Jimin.

He carefully read through the words, making sure he wasn't missing any detail.

You didn't dare to look at him. You were scared. you expected scolding from him, words that would send you tears.

Instead, you just felt thin arms wrap around you and delicate hands running up and down your bump.

- Oh Jagi! - he breathed.

You couldn't help the tears. You were an emotional mess. Relief, sadness, worry, guilt...

- A-are you m-mad?

- No, no! I'm not, baby.

He carefully lifted you and slipped under you n the chair, so he could set you on his lap. He turned your head to look him in the eye and was quick to wipe the tears away, which were continuously pouring onto your shirt. He just kept wiping and wiping them.

- I'm just so worried, Jagi... But... don't you worry, My Love, okay? We'll work on it. You'll be fine! Perfectly healthy!

- Love! I'm home! - he said as he closed the door.

- Chim? - you breathe out shakily.

Jimin could immediately sense the discomfort in your voice, so he is quick to get into the tiny bathroom your voice could be heard from.

He dropped everything he had on him the moment he saw your distressed figure on the floor hunched over the toilet, hands on your 34-week bump, and rat to your side.

- Baby! It's okay, let it all out!

- I haven't been able to keep anything down today.

- Oh God! Why didn't you call me?

- I don't have any money on my phone... I couldn't call anyone.

Jimin cursed at himself for forgetting to charge money on your phone. It was a very dangerous move from him, especially now that you are nearing the end of your pregnancy.

- I'm having a contraction... - you panted as you clutched your abdomen, still sitting on the floor.

His hands carefully flew to rest on your stomach as he felt around. Your bump was rock-hard. He panicked. You weren't full-term yet.

- Are you sure? Maybe they are just Braxton hicks... - he held onto the last bit of hope he had.

- I'm not sure... I hope though. - you straightened your posture as the tight feeling in your stomach eased. - Chim... - tears started streaming from your eyes. - These don't feel like Braxton hicks. My baby...

- Shhh... It's alright, don't worry. We'll get you to the hospital.

- Mrs. Park, you are now in pre-term labor, but we can give you medication that might extend your pregnancy by a few more days or weeks.

- How much does it cost? - you ask, laying in the uncomfortable hospital bed with pink and blue bands strapped around your bump, which attached little machines to your skin to detect the baby's and your vitals.

- No! She'll have it! - Jimin said with much confidence.

- Chim...

You could barely afford the hospital bills for your labor and delivery. You didn't need to add any more to that sum.

- Can we get a moment, please? - your husband addressed your doctor.

- Of course. - she walked outside.

Jimin sat down next to you on the bed, his eyes flaming as he stared at the bands and machines attached to your still small bump. At least compared to how far along you were. Baby didn't weigh much and you were supposed to work on that in the remainder of your pregnancy.

And while Jimin's stare was livid, he stroked your hand and talked in the most gentle way possible.

- You are getting that medicine. I'm not letting my baby have potential risks or even die!

- I know, Ji-

The next contraction hit you out of nowhere. You curled around your hardened stomach and gripped Jimin's shirt.

- Breathe, breathe! - he whispered.

- I know, - you started as the contraction ended. - and it's the last thing I want as well. But tell me honestly how will we pay for that. That shit is expensive and we d-don't even have baby products yet.

That's when the tears spilled.

- It's okay, - he wiped your eyes. - I'll make sure everything is perfectly fine. You'll have that medicine and won't worry about the bills. I'll sort everything out.

His tone calmed you a bit, just enough to stop crying. But it didn't free you from the concern you felt about your child's well-being.

Your husband called the doctor back in, who immediately started preparing the procedure.

- No, no! - you whined. - No needles, Chim...

- Shhh... - he stroked your hair. - Just focus on me. Think about how is you are strong now, we'll have a strong baby in a few weeks.

So you did. You were strong and the IV was in, pouring some fluid into you. You didn't look at it, but you were nauseous non the less.

Just in time, a nurse assisting the doctor shoved a bowl in front of you. You let out the contest of your stomach. You didn't know you had anything left in you, and now, vomiting with Jimin tying your back with an emergency hair tie on his wrist, then rubbing your back.

- We're going to wait now and see how your contractions turn out. If they stop, we'll do a check on the baby and determine whether you are safe to go back home or now. If they continue to progress, we'll get ready for delivery.

So you waited there in the arms of your husband. Breathing through contractions and praying. Praying that the medicine worked and that your baby is okay.

Hours went by, but the constant pains tormenting you never stopped.

- Mr. and Mrs. Park, I'm afraid there's no other solution, we have to go through with the delivery.

Your heart ached. You wished you could give your beloved child, whom you haven't seen yet but lived with everything you had, a bright future. You wanted them to grow up in comfort and love at the same time. These are things you got to experience in your life, only never at the same time. Comfort you had while in the care of your parents, but love you only ever found when comfort was taken away, with Jimin.

A strong contraction ripped through your abdomen, squeezing your helpless baby inside. Jimin was close to tears himself.

- Breath, beautiful. You've got this. - he whispered with a broken voice.

You would have thought that this little gesture (him reminding you to breath) would be useless and would only agitate you, but thanks to him you realized you've been holding your breath which didn't help with the pain. As soon as you were reminded by him you let as much air into your lungs as possible and that relieved a lot of pressure from your stomach.

At some point the pain got extremely bad. No matter what you did, walking around, or squatting, the pressure was worse than ever amd could no longer be relieved by breathing.

- Wow, that was a big one. - the nurse exclaimed as she inspected the red line on the monitor, possibly measuring the intensity of your contractions. - How do you feel about some kind of pain relief?

The word "yes" was at the very tip of your tongue, it wanted to escape faster than light travels. But a voice, that has been chanting the same word over and over again since the day of your engagement, stopped you. Money.

- What do you suggest? - your husband asked after seeing your doubtful gaze.

-No... Ugh... I- W-we can't... - you huffed in the middle of feeling your baby squirming in discomfort as your belly hardens again.

- What do you suggest? - Jimin asked again, this time with a much more impatient voice, ignoring your protests.

- At this point it would be too late for the epidural, but I would recommend either oxygen, or gas. Oxygen is great for your lung capacity, helping you with breathing, amd gas kind of works like a drug. It's completely harmless of course, it has a numbing effect, so your brain can't process pain the way it is now, making it seem less intense.

- Jim-Jimin! You no we can't-

- We'll take oxygen.

After a bit of time and a lot of convincing from your husband, the nurse brought all the equipment needed and soon you had a mask-like plastic thing in your hand. She showed you how to use it and you were good to go. You were hesitant at first, but after feeling the difference it made, you couldn't resist anymore.

Jimin was relieved to see you have some break from the constant torture. That break, however, didn't last long.

A sudden strange urge and pressure broke you from your relaxed state. Your water broke and the contractions, which brought your baby so low, came almost immediately after each other.

- I ned to PUSH! - with that last word you were pushing, there was no going back.

Jimin worriedly smacked the calling button above your head, and 3 nurses entered the room, taking their places around you like the professionals they were.

They quickly understood that you prefered being encouraged with gentle words, not like some who needed them to shout like a football coach. You were scared for your baby, who would be born prematurly into this cold world, without a warm home, without a place to sleep. Damn... you don't even have a crib yet.

The only thing that allowed you ta stay focused was the thought of your little baby being in your arms, and Jimin's heartwarming words. These two pushed you forward.

- IT BURNS! - you scream in pure agony.

- Push through it! It means you're doing it right. - one of the nurses assured.

To be honest you couldn't tell the difference between them at this point. You could barely even see, your vision was so blurred by the tears pouring down your cheeks.

- We're so close baby! So, so close. It'll all be over.

Oh how wrong he was...

Once this part comes to an end the rest and most difficult part begins.

Several pushes and one last scream later the pain faded into nothing and for the first time in your life, you smiled when a baby cried.

You remember countless times when on long plane rides a baby was close to you on an aircraft you silently cursed at all living species on Earth. You would do so again when you realize you forgot to bring your headphones, and you'd have to listen to the annoying wailing sounds of an uncontrollable infant. Now, however, it was the world's most wonderful sound.

He was alive, breathing, gunky and slimy, just covered in all kinds of birth fluids, but he was the most beautiful thing that's ever existed on this planet.

You became a mother.

A mother to a child whose father is the love of your universe. You chuckled at the silly thought. Of course, how else would it be?

Your beautiful newborn son was placed on your chest and his warmth made you forget all the hardships you've faced and the ones you'll have to face once this moment is over. He was tiny but had a healthy set of lungs and an even healthier heart, which was all you cared about. His squished face scrunched even more with his cries. You were in love for the second time in your life. You never thought your love could get bigger, you imagined becoming a mother would split your love into two, half for your husband, half for the new addition to the family. But you were so wrong!

- Our little son. - the voice of your husband pulled you out of the state of mind you were in. He pulled you out to be with him. Him and your son so you could enjoy these moments with those who matter. Who you live for.

- Thank you Jimin...

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A/n: Might make a part 2 if enough people have interest in it, because I'm curious what happens to them now 🫣

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justimajin · 10 months

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Angst Series Masterpost

A collection of all the completed series I’ve written that incorporate a hefty amount of angst or in general have an angst-tier tone.

→ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader [M]

↳ Pregnancy AU, Friends to Lovers AU

→ Word Count: 31.9k / 11 parts

→ Summary: Break-ups aren’t easy - you knew this way too well, however this was a break-up that was much harder to shake off then a normal one, all because of one little reason…

→ Part 1

➸ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader [M]

↳ Vampire AU, Reincarnation AU

➸ Word Count: 40.5k / 14 parts

➸ Summary: Each night, its the same dream; drenching tears, specks of blood and a heart torn in half. Each night, you wake up trembling and filled with the fear of how crystal-clear the nightmares were, more and more endless questions ready to spur from you. The biggest question however, was always left unanswered - who was the man that never ceased the opportunity to appear in them?

➸ Series Masterpost

➺ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

↳ Actor and Actress AU

➺ Word Count: 27.9k / 10 parts

➺ Summary: The world of acting can be best described with three words - dark, invasive and inhumane. Talent, although heavily required, isn’t focused upon in comparison to the juicy gossip and various rumors that can be spread. This is why even you - an extremely talented actress - fall prey to the chops of the acting world and find yourself in a down whirling spiral with no escape. Desperately needing to get back up on your two feet once again, it seems like your best bet is a newcomer to the industry, who has yet to understand the ways of your fallen world.

➺ Series Masterpost

⇾ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader [M]

↳ Werewolf AU

⇾ Word Count: 52.8k / 13 parts

⇾ Summary: Jungkook and you have been like two peas in a pod for the majority of your lives; whether it was going through the ups of downs of the horrid teenage change, to transitioning to the racing world of attempting to be adults. Simply put, you’ve been inseparable and glued to each other’s sides longer than you can remember. But one fateful day seems to completely change everything you had faith in and you begin to wonder if there was ever a time where you and your best friend even knew each other’s true colors.

⇾ Series Masterpost

➟ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader [M]

↳ Arranged Marriage AU

➟ Word Count: 49.5k / 11 parts

➟ Summary: If someone told you that you’d be marrying the Kim Namjoon, you would think you were being lied to, or worse, that you were hallucinating. However, fate seems to have it’s own ways of making the impossible possible and before you even know it, the title of Mrs. Kim is bestowed onto you. There’s just one problem: you’re not sure if Kim Namjoon is the person he says he is and the truth of your own identity is dangling by the strength of a mere thread.

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vinetae · 1 year

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You have promised that you will upload full circle series at the end of December please upload it soon

Finally done! So sorry for the wait, guys.. At first I had been really sick for around two weeks, the Christmas came around the corner like that, and now my cat has a UTI 😔

I had MAJOR writer's block with this chapter, so I hope it's not terrible. This had been in my drafts for over 2 weeks 👀

I hope you enjoy it! (Does have a lil smut and oop- Jimin's got a lil addiction to something. Can you guess what? Lmfao.)

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Chapter 2: Addictions

Pairings: Jimin x Pregnant Reader

Genre: Pregnancy!AU, Unexpected Pregnancy, Angst, SMUT SMUT SMUT, Sperm Donor mishaps

W.C: 6.3k

Summary: Y/n's now a little further in her trimester and acceptance of her situation. While Jimin on the other hand...

Not so much..

How will they both find a way to cope through this new way of life?

Chapter 3

Chapter 1

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This was it.

He had a feeling about it. He knew you’d find out eventually. The dates had just added up too much to be a coincidence.

You were carrying his child.

The thought stuns him each time it crosses his mind. The fact that his child, your child is his own. He’s the father, and he barely even knows you. Sure, he’s hung around you in the past a few times but it had always been short lived from Namjoon’s early and late arrivals. When he got time, you’d scoot further away from Jimin, giving him a small jab in the heart at the cold gesture.

The door creaks open, noticing how you’re just sitting down in the chair across from the doctor’s desk. Your hair pulled into a loose ponytail. The flow of your dress had been graciously splaying across the skin of your thighs. He takes in a deep breath, before revealing him fully.

“Jimin, did you not feel like waiting outside anymore?” You flash him an adorable smile, which makes his heart pang with sadness. Will you hate him for this? Will you leave and never let him see your child? Can you file for sexual assault?

All of the questions are simmered by the doctor’s short commentary.

“We’re actually waiting for someone, sir. If you’d like to wait outside for a little while longer-”

They weren’t going to believe this. He sighs, pulling his phone from the hidden pockets of his jeans, dialing the last number in his unknown contacts. The doctor quickly picks up the hand held phone that sat on her desk before answering.

“Hello?”

The simple word was all the confirmation that doctor Lee needed. She sets the line down before offering Jimin to take a seat.

Your glimmering eyes set on his. “Why’d she call you, Jimin? How do you even have her number?” This was torture. He couldn’t stand this. The pain, regret, and everything else you’ll feel will be all his fault.

“Well, shall we get started?” You tilt your head to the side. Confusion paints your expressions.

“Aren’t we waiting for the donor?” Your voice is so sweet, so innocent. Like a spoonful of smooth honey coating a sore throat for a great relief. His eyes land on your straight figure. Hands rest in the crease of your thighs, while your ankles cross at the joints. Before Jimin could say anything, the doctor speaks.

“Donor 519, Park Jimin.”

Your body freezes up. His eyes glisten with a certain gleam. Worry? Maybe some even pity in his saddened chocolate irises. Your heart races from the new information.

This can’t be happening..

There’s no way Jimin’s the-

“Mr. Park came in on the 12th of last December. Two supplements had been provided, totaling his earnings to 300,000 Korean won.” Your eyes fall back between the two. Jimin had sat in silence, focusing his sights on the papers he’d been skimming over.

“So, since the two parties already have been in contact before, have you discussed a plan for when the child arrives?” Your eyes are both set on each other. An awkward silence falls upon the room.

“If not, Mr, Park; you’re legally obligated to sign over all permissions to miss Y/n.”

Jimin’s fist clenched, as his eyes darken in his gaze. “And what will you be doing about this mess up, hmm? Last time I checked, it’s not exactly an accepted practice to accidentally inseminate the wrong patient.”

Doctor Lee’s eyes widened at his words. The lump in her throat visible to anyone who’d take a look. She pulls at the tight of his button up collar, loosening the fabric to get pressure off her windpipe. Your hand comes to rest on Jimin. His gaze immediately softens when looking at you.

“We can figure out the logistics of this later. What about the couple who’d originally planned for the procedure?” She quickly starts clicking the keys on her keyboard, until she turns the screen to face the two of you.

“The couple is already scheduled to get the right procedure taken care of on Monday morning. You two have nothing legally to do with them, so need for no introductions.” You nod, watching as the little vein in Jimin’s neck starts throbbing.

This was going to be a difficult conversation indeed…

The door clicks shut as you lean up against it’s hard surface. Jimin follows soon after, as you both avoid eye contact with each other. The TV’s bright lights switch off, as Namjoon rises from his seat on the couch he’d been laying on while watching the first few episodes of Love Island.

You sigh, shuffling your way over to the stocked kitchen, rumbling through his goodies of sweets before settling on a bag of salt and vinegar chips. Jimin trudges over, plopping down onto the couch next to Joonie, sporting an exhausted expression.

“Jesus you two. Did someone die?” Namjoon walks over, taking a few chips from the bag held in your hands. Quickly, you slap his hand away before he has time to grab a second round. You flash him a pissed look which tells him to back the fuck off.

“No. No one died, hyung.” Jimin finally responds, making his way over to the kitchen, pulling out a cold beer before plopping down onto the barstool adjacent to the two of you. Namjoon’s gaze switches between the two of you, a questioning look arises.

“Then what’s the matter?” His eyes go wide at the crazy thoughts filling his head. His hands quickly reach down to cradle your small bump.

“Is something wrong with the baby!?” You shake your head before removing his hands from your lower stomach, pressing the palm of yours to his cheek to calm him down.

“Everything with the baby’s fine, Joonie. It was perfectly healthy. Here-” You reach into the small of your pocket, pulling out the little sonogram the doctor had taken of your child a few hours before. You place the small piece of precious paper in Namjoon’s hand. His smile beams like rays from the sun as he examines the thin sheet.

“Wow..” Is all he responds with.

You clear your throat, leaning back into your chair to finish the remains of your meal. Once you’re through, you stand up to clean your mess and head to the bathroom to ready yourself for bedtime.

The tinted night falls heavy upon the apartment’s lack of lighting. The moon’s bright rays peek through the thin curtains that flow from the A/C’s cooling winds. Namjoon had offered for you to spend the night since you and Jimin had gotten back super late. Offering his bed to you, you quickly refused, commenting that you’d much rather take the couch instead. You’ve slept on it before.

Why would this time be any different?

Took him for about EVER to finally give in to your stubbornness, but he’d had a long day at work. So, in the end you’d won. Which led you to sleeping on the black faux leather sectional in the large apartment complex.

Tossing and turning, your mind wanders to scenes from the hours before.

“Donor 519, Park Jimin.”

You groan, rubbing your face out of agony. Ever since walking out of the OBG/YN Office, your head hasn't stopped pounding. It felt as if a million tiny monkeys with anvils were bouncing on a bed. Your flip over, huffing from frustration.

You weren’t going to sleep anytime soon.

Sighing, you untangle yourself from the wrapped sheets you’d encased yourself in, walking to grab a glass of water. As you're chugging the liquid, your headache has subdued a bit. The loud being from the front door had alerted your hazy senses. A tall dark shadow messily walks into the doorway before shutting the door behind himself. He ruffles his hair while making his way to the kitchen cabinets. Rummaging through the shelves, he huffs before breaking the seal of a new chip bag. You turn to face you a few seconds later, his reddened eyes widen at you. A smile plasters his features as he stumbles over to embrace you in a tight hug.

“Y/n! You’re here!!” You cover his mouth, trying to pry his heavy weight from you. “I’m here, Jimin. Fuck-” You push him back, feeling bile creep up the backs of your throat. You cover your nostrils to not projectile vomit all over the place.

“You reek of alcohol. What the hell happened??” He pouts before laughing maniacally. He fumbles over to a stool at the bar before plopping down with his bag of chips and a new bottle of soju.

“I went out and I was g-gonna buuy some fings for ma room but I thought about our baby! So I went-” He hiccups, banging his head on the counter.

“Fuuuck. Is is loud in here? It’s so fucking loud..” You sit down next to him, rubbing the curves of his back.

“You’re drunk, Jimin. Come on, let’s go get you into bed.” He whines as you help in rise to his feet before he collapses, falling to the floor while pulling your weight down with his. He laughs loudly at the silly position, as you’re trying to pick his heavy form up off the floor.

“Jimin get uuup! You can’t sleep here” He whines, kicking his feet like a toddler pitching a tantrum. After a few more tries you sigh before swinging him around to drag him by his feet.

“Weeee! This is so fuuunnn! We should d-do this more often, Y/n!” He laughs like a crazy person, as you reach the entry of his room. His navy blue silk button down had ridden up, revealing the toned dips of his stomach. You swallow quickly before helping him onto the flat sheets of his bed.

“Stay here, I’ll get you a trash can.” He smirks before tackling your figure, pinning you against the his bed.

“I’ve got a better idea~” His jet-black locks fall softly into your field of vision before the pads of his lips press gently kisses to your cheek. You groan, trying to push his weight off of you, but it has been no use. He was way too strong, and you had already been worn out physically.

“Mmmm that’s so hot.” He moans, while the palms of his hands travel up to squeeze one of your breasts in his hand while the other pulls the hem of your over-sized -well, Namjoon’s oversized tee- to sit on your ribcage.

“Jimin, stop. Get off me” His motions never stop. With each soft, angelic kiss had been paired with his naughty, devilish hands coming to explore the plains of your figure. Honestly, it had been so long since you felt any kind of touch. Even if he was drunk, would it really be that bad? He’s really fucking hot and it’d be awesome to loose your virginity to a God-like statue as attractive as this man was-

“GET OFF HER BEFORE I BEAT YOU TO A PULP.” Namjoon’s loud yells pull you from your lust-driven thoughts. You’d never been this horny before..

Namjoon immediately pulls Jimin off you as he lets out a pouty groan.

“No fucking way I’m letting you fuck my best friend too, Jimin!” Namjoon pulls you into a tight embrace, as he rushes you out before Jimin could make any kind of move. Once you’re both back into the safety of Namjoon’s bedroom, he locks the door before joining you on his bed.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t know that he had gone out drinking. He usually never gets this bad..” You look down to the floor, not wanting to admit that you’d been at fault for not stopping it either.

“God, I promise you he’s never done anything like that.. This is so embarrassing.” He rubs his face harshly, hiding his shame between the cups of his hands. A big, frustrated sigh washes over his body.

“He’s just- He’s being really weird lately. I don’t know why but it’s like he’s-”

“Jimin’s the father.” You blurt out.

His head whips around to face yours, his eyes blown out like cartoon characters. His jaw practically drops to the floor.

“H-He’s the- You and he-”

“No. But… He was the donor. There were two Park Jimins and they mixed up the batches I guess. But we didn’t sleep together so..”

“Wait, so let me get this straight.” He twists his body to face yours, holding out his hands to make sense of it all.

“The doctors mixed up the products.”

You nod.

“And.. there were TWO Park Jimins..”

Nod.

“And.. My female best friend’s baby daddy is my roommate.”

You chuckle nervously. “You’re on a roll, Joonie.”

“But.. you two didn’t sleep together?”

You nod again.

“But that still doesn’t answer on why he’s drunk as fuck right now.” You stand to meet him, locking your sights to his chocolatey irises before letting out a sigh.

“He told me that he went to the store to get some things for his room, but then started to think about the baby.. Well, his baby.” Namjoon’s eyebrows knit together in your tone. You put your hands up in defense. “Hey, his words are not mine! Anyways- So I guess he tried drinking to understand it all..”

Namjoon plops back down onto the edge of his bed spread. “This is so fucked up..” You nod before laying back on his bed, arms spread wide apart from each other. He soon joins, as you both stare up at the ceiling trying to contemplate everything.

A few minutes of silence goes by before he asks.

“So, what are you gonna do?”

You sigh, slowly turning your head to lay on its side while admiring his prominent features. You flip on your side, cuddling up to his arm. He scoots closer, slinging his opposite arm around your lazed figure. Both of your breathing patterns slowly come in alliance.

“I don’t know.”

The living room had only one patterned sound echoing through the background.

The droning noise of boring daytime television.

You’d decided to sit back for the day and enjoy the peace and quiet of Namjoon’s apartment. He’d left a while ago to meet with some architect for a piece he wanted to buy to add to his collection. He’d always loved collecting special items. Mainly abstract or unusual pieces to match his unique style himself. You’d started on cleaning around the rooms, but quickly had ran out of breath. So now, here you lay spread out on the gray sectional in his living room. Your chest rises and falls in a patterned way, breathing in the peace and tranquility.

Until a quiet door had latched itself close.

You sit up, seeing a ruffled haired Jimin stumbling his way out of his door to the kitchen. A bumble of silence buzzes over the room, before you decide to lay back down, not wanting to get into what had happened the night before, right now. You were too tired to even barely stand. My feet ached already, a migraine had been teasing you on and off repeatedly for around 7 hours now. It had started dully in the middle of the night. You had sat up to ask Namjoon if he had any pain medications, but his snores signaled to you that he’d been far to gone for any sort of communication.

That’s when you’d met Jimin in the kitchen, early in the wee hours of the morning. He’d been following a recipe on his lit up phone screen, while watching a small pot of soup boil on the stove surface. He’d been leaning against the counter, bending forward to brace himself on the edge. It had been a few minutes before he finally took notice of you. You quietly made your way past his body, reaching up to search the cabinets. He turns to face you, while his sights are still set on the boiling pot of stew.

“Looking for something?” He finally responds, breaking the silence. You sigh, nodding.

“I’ve got a headache..” He hums softly before sliding a little bottle of pills over your way, taking a taste of his stew as his face contorts into a grimace at the taste.

“Thanks.” You walk away after popping one of the capsules in our mouth.

Jimin plops down onto the couch next to you, glancing to look at your overheated body sprawled out on the couch. He takes a sip of the bottle he’d been nursing for the past hour or so. His eyes travel up the length of your elongated legs. Each curve and dip had been like candy tempting a little kid.

The way your silk pink pajama shorts had been riding up the round of your peeking cheeks had something inside him begging to get a taste. Your worried tone pulls him from his daydreams. He watches as you arise from the sunken couch, reaching upwards to crack your back. The thin, silky material of your button down pajama shirt lifts slightly to reveal the tiny protruding bump.

A smile creeps his face without knowing. He watches you rub the sides of your temples before plopping back down. A mumbled curse leaves your lips.

“Shit-” He’s quick to reach out, helping you keep your balance so you won’t fall over. You turn back, as he flashes you a worried expression, as it’s soon turned into a soft smile. His smile fades as you ignore his gesture.

“Y/n..” He starts, trying to get into your view of sight. Moving all around your vision while your eyes are fakely glued to the TV.

“Y/n.. I’m sorry.” He sighs, giving up trying to get your attention. At that, your head cranes to the side, giving him a soft glance. “I was really drunk and.. I never should have- touched you. At all.” You let out a gentle huff before fixing your attention back onto the droning television. He still continues.

“I was just- it was so much to grasp, you know? I’m just.. Scared. I guess.” He chuckles, tipping his bottle up to take another sip. Your hand’s quicker as it reaches out, stopping him from drinking another drop.

“At least stop the day drinking, Jimin.” He hesitates, but soon allows you to take the bottle away from him. You place it on the side of the coffee table, watching as his face contorts into a withdrawn expression.

“You’re right..” He chuckles at the thought. “If I’m going to be a dad, I guess I have to act it.. Right?” His small smile fades while watching you give him no sort of reaction.

“I’m really sorry about last night, Y/n. I've never done anything like that, I swear..” You nod, surfing through the channels to browse. His hand reaches out to yours, cupping your small fingers between his large palms. A saddened expression paints his face. Yours soon follows to match. You felt bad for him. He didn’t ask for this…

Any of it.

Your thoughts start sending you down a rabbit hole of possible outcomes of this.

Number one: You could give birth, live a happy life..

But that means stealing his own.

Option two: Forget all of this, and put it behind you. Get rid of all of it. Move away to another country, and leave your past behind.

It’s not like getting pregnant was in your life plans anyways.

“Y/n?”

Jimin’s soft tone pulls you from your detriment of spiraling thoughts. Your eyes focus back on the gentle features of his face. His thick, blackened sharp eyebrows knit together, expressing concern. His eyes glisten with a certain shimmer you’d seen so many times these past few weeks now.

Your voice is weak and strained. You’re not sure from what though..

“Jimin..” You practically whine out. You hadn’t felt the tears welled up in your eyes, a few slipping down your cheeks before landing on the flesh of your thighs. He gives you a gentle smile, placing his thumb to your cheek, wiping the dripping liquid from your reddened cheeks. Your eyes had become puffy and red from the overwhelming emotions this tiny moment had revealed. Your breath staggers in your chest. The tight, bolt-like feeling screws in the back of your throat, as you hiccup through the emotions. He coos, pulling you in a tight embrace. His other hand comes to pet your hair as you lean into his touch.

You needed some kind of comfort.

But this..

It Wasn't enough.

You needed more.

You craved more.

He presses the front of his forehead to yours, as your lips reach out to meet his. His palm slides over your dampened cheeks, fingers caressing each and every beauty mark and freckle your features displayed. The digits of his hands caress the sharpness of your jaw, tracing along the protruding bone before resting at the hairline near your cherry red ears. Every dip and crater on your skin had been the mark of perfection to him. His eyes fluttered open just to peak at your tear-dropped eyes. Squinting with every emotion you’d been feeling from these past few weeks. His heart breaks at the sight.

This was all his fault.

He never meant to hurt you like this.

His own stupid actions had led to your life ending.

You were still so young.

You had so much to live for.

So many dreams he overheard you telling Namjoon about for the past two months.

Every Time you had a night terror, he’d wanted to be the one to comfort you.

Not Namjoon.

Instead, he became the monster haunting you the most.

You feared him.

He could see that clear as day.

But he also had seen something else hiding behind your innocent, doll-like eyes.

Something he’d never even guess close to imagining lurking behind your gaze.

It was the same thing he’d been stuck with as well. The need for something that you know you shouldn’t have. The longing for that comfort from something that will destroy you in the end.

Yet,

You still run towards this thing with open arms.

You like the pain.

You like to feel broken.

Because you know,

Even if it’s bad.

It helps you to feel something.

And that’s all you need to keep crawling back to your doom.

With each passing day, you slip further and further into insanity.

Every hour feels as if it’s a million, without the help of your comfort.

You drip back into your vice like an IV bag trying to keep it’s patient alive.

Only in this sense,

It had been trying to kill you.

As this bitter-sweet tragic kiss is sealed, his mind replays all the horrible things he had done to you just some hours ago.

Touching you like that..

How warm your body had felt in his cold hands. The sweet scent of your newly purchased perfume had filled his senses more than any meal he's ever eaten. All he wanted was to show you how much you meant to him.

How much the both of you meant to him.

Instead, his own greed and selfishness led to you hating his guts even more.

As the kiss drags on, it felt like pins and needles as his hands caressed only the places he wished you would only give him access to. The fiery path he trails behind his gentle touches sends butterflies shooting into the pit of your stomach. Your soft moans grow in volume at his feathery light touches. He wished this moment could last forever.

Fuck.

He wanted you.

And damn whoever tried to get in his way.

His hands drip down to grip onto your hips, before pulling you to straddle his lap. You rise above a bit, hovering over his pelvis as to not cause him any disturbance. His moans rolls onto the tip of your tongue, pushing past all of your doubts to replace them with the images of what could be, instead.

The point of your chin is taken by his strong grip, as he leads the way in your passionate exchange of silent sentiments. His hand reaches to yours, guiding them downwards to drag along the straight plains of his chest. His forehead presses against yours, pulling away from the kiss for a second to gain oxygen which he had been more than happy to give away to you.

Then, it starts again.

The passion resumes, kisses exchanged. This time; more fiery and fierce than ever before. You both had an unspoken desire lurking behind these spirited reciprocity.

His strong, well toned arms come to lift the hem of your shirt above the dip of your belly-button, as you both admire the little pudge that had begin to show itself just in the first few weeks. You anticipate his next move, wondering what had been going on in his mind right now. Did he think you were fat? Were you ugly? Is it weird seeing that? Does it just look like you had a big lunch? Is this a turn off??

You watch as a smile tugs his lips before he flips the two of you around, until your back is pressed firmly up against the couch's. He's now sat right between the space of your thighs. The tip of his tongue peaking through his plump lips to wet the edges.

"Cute."

He smiles before bringing his lips to your lower stomach, placing tiny little pecks along your semi-rounded belly. Your eyes knit in confusion at his gesture. He glances up through batted eyelashes, flashing you a smile. Your head tilts to the side.

"You.. You don't think it's weird..?" A chuckle rolls past his lips as the hook of his index finger pulls down on the elastic of your silk pajamas. His eyes burn with an intensity so fine, it could melt through metal.

"Weird? Oh baby, " His plush lips come down to press soft kissing along the light red line that had marked your skin from your silky elastic shorts.

"Seeing you carrying my child is the hottest thing you could probably ever do." Your eyes widen at his comment. His, narrow to oppose your shocked expression. A smirk tugs the corner of his lips. You hadn't even noticed that your panties and shorts were already half-way down your legs until you felt a wet sensation press itself to your most intimate places. You grip onto the edge of the couch as a moan is forced out from the back of your throat. Your legs unconsciously part, wanting more of the unfamiliar feeling. He hums, satisfied with the response he'd received. He continues, testing your boundaries even more this time.

"Hmm, you like that? Like it when I eat your pussy out?" You watch as his features disappear from sight, as the wet sensation against your clit returns. Your moans quickly grow is size at his motions. You watch as he sticks his fingers into his mouth before inserting the smallest of his digit into your core. You reach out, gripping onto his should from the slightly painful sensation. I mean, you never really touched yourself anyways. When you had, it was no more than just your clit. Never really felt good with your fingers but-

with his ..

"Aww, I don't even have one finger in, baby. You already giving up?" You whine at his teasing, as your heads lulls back to hit the couch's backrest. You shake your head, as your breath fails to follow a certain, calmed pattern. You feel the length of his finger slide up into your core a bit, inching further inside you as his lips come to plant a soft kiss to your navel before looking back up to meet your messed gaze.

"That's my girl." He tsks, watching as your face contorts into expressions he's only dreamed of seeing. Your mouth falls open to rest at a O-shape, chest rising and falling at an uncontrollable pace. He watches with a smirk as your knuckles turn white from your gorilla-like grip onto the poor sectional's fabrics.

"What's the matter baby? Cat got your-" His thumb's quick to press circles into your throbbing bud.

"Tongue?"

Your eyes lull to the back of your head, as your thigh begins to twitch at his quick motions. You can't but help all the sinful noises that erupt from the bottom of your chest. You hadn't really had any relationships prior to meeting Jimin. You had just friend-zoned them all until you saw their true intentions. Many had just wanted in your pants, not on your friendship bracelet. It's not like you were saving it for some magical wedding night- no. You had just never really gotten the chance-

Let's not lie here: You hadn't really gotten the confidence either.

You'd always been so shy and awkward with your body. The way your parents had explained sex didn't at all help with the whole thing either.

Your body is a temple and it should be preserved and blah blah blah. You just wanted to live like everyone else and be normal for once. But, I guess the universe had other plans for you.

He grips your legs, motioning for you to wrap them around his shoulders as his mouth dips down to lick stripes up along the center of your core. You moan out, accidentally tensing up your thighs which in turn makes his moans drown out your own.

"Oh my god" He groans while sucking on your throbbing clit.

"Oh my goddd" You moan out as your leg starts uncontrollably shaking from the pleasure.

"OH MY GOD-" A new voice echoes through the hallways. Your head quickly does a 160-ish, watching as the bags Namjoon had been holding, fall to the ground. The milk busting open as it starts to leak on the floor. Your eyes go wide at his sudden entrance.

Shit.

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AHAHAHAHAHAHA ANYBODY SENSING A THREESOME HERE?!?!?!?!??!

I really hope you enjoyed this as much as I did while writing it!! I kept getting writer's block for WEEKS and then all of a sudden this idea popped into my head when i was cleaning. I did have to delete like 13 pages of nonsense before this so 😔

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lullabies - jjk

summary: in which everyone is sleep deprived and jungkook helps with some lullabies || warnings: none || genre: fluff, established relationship, parenthood au, dad!jungkook || word count: approximately 700

Your baby was constantly waking you and Jungkook up throughout the night with loud sobs, and this night was no different. You checked on her the first time, going into her room and making sure nothing was wrong and that she wasn't hungry or anything like that, and when she rejected you feeding her, you knew she wasn't. You then checked her diaper to make sure she was okay and she was, it was clean. You even did everything to make her crib as comfortable as possible while still making sure it was safe for her, and yet every once in a while, throughout the night, you were being woken up the sound of her cries.

After the first time, you stopped checking and waited for her to calm down, which after a few minutes, she always did, but it was constant throughout the night and you couldn't take it.

Your head pounded as you woke up for the nth time to the sound of your baby crying. You turned over, now facing the man who was spooning you from behind, to see that Jungkook was also awake now.

"Just try to ignore it, honey. Blair will be okay." Jungkook softly says in an obviously sleepy voice. We were both sleep deprived, but we expected this, and we'd just have to get through it.

I nodded as I shut my eyes and cuddled up to his chest, the both of us lying there for a few minutes as we listened to the sounds of our baby's cries.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I moved away from him and he opened his eyes, looking at me.

"I can't do this. She's crying for longer than usual." I said, which wasn't actually true, but it definitely felt longer than usual this time.

"Okay, I'll go check on her." Jungkook tells me.

"It's okay, I can-" I'm cut off.

"Baby, no. You checked on her last time, it's my turn. Lay down." He said as he pecked my forehead and got out of bed, walking out of the room.

A few minutes later, I could still hear my baby crying next door, but at least she wasn't crying as hard as before. Even though I knew Jungkook was there taking care of Blair, I couldn't help it. I got out of bed and made my way to Blair's room.

When I walked into the Blair's room, I saw Jungkook standing in the middle of the room with her in his arms, swaying back and forth slowly as he softly spoke to her. He looked over at me when I walked in the room, smiling a little at the sight of me.

"You just couldn't resist, could you?" Jungkook softly asked me with a smile and I nodded, walking over to him and putting my hand on Blair's arm, gently rubbing it.

Jungkook handed me Blair and I carefully took her in my arms. He led me to the little sofa and made me sit down. He then stood by Blair and I and started softly singing lullabies. I continued gently rocking her as we both listened to Jungkook singing. Jungkook's hand made his way up to my head as he started gently massaging my head with his hand.

Now, with his singing voice, me rocking Blair, and him massaging my head, along with just the lack of sleep in general; Blair and I were both getting sleepy.

Eventually, without even realizing Blair fell asleep and so did I also I continued to unconsciously rock her in my sleep. Jungkook noticed and he stopped massaging my head. He walked over to Blair and took her from me, gently placing her in the crib. He bent down and gave her forehead a little kiss before walking over to me and picking me up from the chair, carrying me out of the room and back into bed.

I didn't even realize what had happened until I woke up the next morning, tucked into bed, next to Jungkook, who was sleeping next to me. I checked the baby monitor on my nightstand and I saw that Blair was still asleep.

Parenthood is difficult, but it is worth it.

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mikrokcsmos · 1 year

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Beautiful Dreamer

synopsis; in which you’re on your honeymoon, and though you should be enamored by the sights around you – you still believe that your husband is better.

pairing; husband!taehyung x wife!reader

genre; fluff, established relationship, marriage au, honeymoon au

rating; PG-13

warnings; a LOT of nuzzling

w/c; 979

a/n; he’s so dreamy.

He leans sideways against the tall, thick wooden railing, right arm folded over on top, hand tucked into his armpit. The other arm’s elbow dangles over the edge, his chin resting on it’s left hand as he gazes dreamily at the scenery in front of him.

You take up the same position next to him, albeit your dreamy gaze is zeroed in on him instead.

“What are you thinking about, husband?” Your voice is light and airy, not too loud, but not too soft either. He closes his eyes briefly to allow it to wash over him, only putting him in an even deeper state of tranquility.

He hums, a soft smile blooming over his features. He keeps his eyes closed, answering you with another question.

“What do you think I’m thinking about, wife?”

You scoot closer to him on the railing, and without hesitation, he lifts his left arm up to allow you to tuck yourself into his side. He nuzzles the top of your head, nose nestled in your hair, the lavender honey scent he’s come to know and love overtakes his senses for a moment. His arm wraps loosely around your waist, hand coming to lay on your stomach.

You take his left hand in yours, fingers playing with the thick, gold band of his wedding ring that you had the pleasure of putting there only but a few days ago when you said ‘I do’.

“Would it be selfish of me to say that I want you to be thinking of me?”

He chuckles, the vibration that exudes from his chest you can feel through your back as it lightly jostles you with its intensity.

You tilt your head to look back up at him, small frown adorning your lips that he gives a chaste peck too, the curve of your lips now threatening to curl at the act.

“What’s so funny, pray tell?” Your brow quirks up, which upside down, makes you look silly. He gives your nose a soft nuzzle, voice lilting with a teasing tone.

“The fact that you believe I would even be thinking of anything else but you, my love. That is funny.”

A loud mother duck, who has her hands full trying to get all her ducklings in line and back into the water off to the side of the wooden deck, is what breaks you two out of your lovesick haze.

Leaning back against Taehyung, you both watch as one by one, the ducklings plop haphazardly back into the water. Each one squawks momentarily in fear of their head being beneath the water for too long, before the mother duck nuzzles them back upright.

Taehyung now looks at you, your expression akin to something of both longing and fear. His fingers tap against your stomach, his voice caressing your outer earlobe that causes goosebumps to erupt onto your skin.

“What’s troubling you, sweetheart?”

As he rubs your stomach, you can’t help the anxiety that slowly begins to build within you, nerves on edge of the insecurity that passes through your lips. It has his heart clenching.

“Do you think I’m gonna be a good mom?” He can feel the emotion you try your best to keep tucked within you, and kneeling down beside you, he gently turns you to face him, his head now perfectly aligned with your barely there baby bump.

His hands come up to cup your stomach gently, as if afraid the weight of his hands alone could harm the little life that’s growing day by day inside of you. Like he did with your nose earlier, he nuzzles your baby bump with his nose, before giving it a loving kiss and fixing his brown orbs back onto yours.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be an amazing mom.” His smile is boxy and wide, eyes shining with excitement. Your eyes begin to water, lip trembling.

“You’re going to be an amazing father, Tae.”

His eyes get glossy, and the setting sun on the horizon only makes his features glow even brighter. The baby pink shirt he wears makes you envision a little girl running around his kneeling figure, pulling and tugging on said shirt with little pleas of wanting to be held and loved by her daddy.

“She is going to love you, and have her wrapped around her little finger, mark my words.”

He lets out a watery chuckle, sniffling and wiping his nose with the back of his hand, before standing back up. He places his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your sides as he tilts his head at you in wonder.

“Oh, really? You believe it’s gonna be a girl?”

You nod, confident in your gut feeling.

“Well, if she’s anything like you–,” he starts, stepping closer to you to place kisses on each part of your face, you giggling the whole time. And as he kisses each part, he names them off one by one. “–your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your dimples, your mouth.”

The lingering kiss he leaves you on your lips has you arching your back into him in order to get closer and deepen it. His hands slide up your body to caress each side of your neck as he stares into your eyes with nothing but love and promise.

His lips move, his words reaching the very depths of your soul to gently envelope and ease away any and all doubts or worries you might’ve had about being a mother.

“It’s not always easy growing a little life inside of you. The morning sickness. The hormones. The changes to your body. The sleeplessness. Yet, when it all gets too hard, just remember how powerful you really are. You are growing a life inside of you, and that is incredible. You are incredible.”

And, as always, he was right.

You do become an amazing mom.

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pascaloverx · 4 months

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OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter three

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.

PREVIOUS NEXT

You wake up surprised, you didn't even remember falling asleep. Especially in the studio where you shouldn't even be. Yoongi is still sleeping while you are spooning. How did this happen?

"Let's stay like this for a little longer..." Yoongi murmurs, almost opening his eyes and you don't know how to react.

"And we get caught like this? Never. I have to find a way to get out of here before I cause problems." You respond, moving away from Yoongi. Of course you I wanted to stay in his arms but a scandal now would be harmful.Even though there's a bigger scandal still growing inside you.

"Then why are you here if you're afraid of being seen with me?" He asks almost as if he's offended. You laugh, seeing him get angry. How the tables turn. In the past he couldn't stand the idea of us being caught together. Now he's angry at you for being cautious.

"Scared? Me?" You speak indignantly at your ex-boyfriend's accusation. Yoongi seems to forget that you are the one who loses the least if the public finds out about you two.

"You always revert to things like I'm the bad guy. I literally mean that I don't care if anyone sees us and you treat me like the villain." And then you think about how long all you wanted to hear from Yoongi was this. You wanted him to be proud of being your boyfriend.

"It's easy for you to believe that you want people to know about us now that the two of us are nothing. Nothing to each other. Nothing but..." You look at him as you're almost crying. It's now or never. Tell him about something that will change our lives.

"Don't say we're nothing. You could never be nothing to me." Yoongi caressed your face gently. It's as if his touch makes the sadness goes away.

"Yoongi, we will never be anything to each other because you and I. You and I..." You are about to speak and morning sickness hits you. You vomit into a trash can near Yoongi’s soundboard.

"You are sick? Maybe it's something you ate..." He says worriedly. You think it's cute that he cares.

"That's what I was talking about. You and I can't be anything to each other anymore. Because I'm going to be a mother and you're going to be a father." You speak delicately trying to be as gentle as possible by saying this.

"Is this some plan of yours?" It's the first thing the man who says he loves you says. You have a feeling he's not going to react well. So you get up heading towards the door, but Yoongi stops you from leaving.

"Before you say something you'll regret, I want to leave. Don't worry, I won't appear in front of you or demand anything." It's painful to think that this is what he wants from you but it probably is.

"You are pregnant?" He asks like someone who needs confirmation bigger to believe.

"Yes, I'm pregnant. I'm going to have a baby. Are you satisfied?" You ask, trying to hold back your emotions and not cry. He looks lost as if he doesn't know how to react. That's when you hear someone trying to enter the studio.

"I'm going to hide you in the bathroom and then ask Namjoon to take you home. But this, between you and me, isn't over." He whispers and you shiver. You nervously let yourself be guided by your ex-boyfriend, knowing that soon you and him will have a baby.

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forthechubbies · 1 year

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Ew! Dog Drool!// Hybrid! Namjoon Drabble

♡ Pregnancy Au, Hybrid Au, and Omegaverse Au ♡

“Namjoooon.”

Silence.

“Joonbug.”

Followed by silence. You exhaled sharply. “I know you were a guard dog, but this is a little much.” You're giggling creased after earning an over-the-shoulder glare from your husband.

He growled softly, returning his attention to his nonexistent ‘Post.’

You gasped. “Did you get growl at me? Kim. Nam. Joon” You often found it amusing when Namjoon’s alpha genes really kicks into overdrive.

At least he has a good reason; Not only are you his pride and joy but now, with a bun in the oven. He doesn't even want you out of the bedroom- as a matter of fact, The only way you get to bathe in the sunshine again is because you threw a hissy fit at the alpha.

To which he still is pissed off.

Fine by you; Namjoon is extremely attractive when heated, like right now. His large♡ back faced you as he watched our surroundings while thicc♡ arms tightly folded against his big muscular pecs ♡.

He's nowhere near you, but He had you seeing stars. He might have felt your stare or had his suspensions; Namjoon looked back at you for a split second.

“Namjoon.”

Silence.

“Joonie.”

Followed by more sil-

Thump...Thump.

His tail wagged at your sweet voice, erect, ready to do anything you asked without hesitation..unlike the rest of him.

“Aw, my joonie.” You teased, observing his tail go off the rails at your baby voice. “Do you want some treats? Mmm, yummy moon cakes.” At this point, You are just talking to his tail.

Namjoon’s growls grew more assertive as the blush on his face darkened. “ Grrrr! I'm busy trying to protect you, and you think everything is a joke.”

“We have a fence. Who's jumping over a big wall like this? You're just being possessive!”

“No! I'm being cautious! Unlike you, who doesn't give a fuck about your safety or our pup!.” His blasting, deep voice dominated yours.

To think this day started so well too. “Just because I'm not sitting outside!! Doesn't label me a bad mother, You mutt!”

The giant sour Hybrid towered over your tiny settled figure in comparison, unphased by his alpha musk wafting off him.

“What did you just call me?” Two large hands caged you in your seat, lowering his face to your eye level. Never mind the fact; You can see down his loose-fitting sleeveless shirt. You're getting a full eye of what's underneath his shirt—not complaining, of course.

You took a spot of tea. “All you do all day is bark with no bite sight.” You nonchalantly attempted to push Namjoon’s enormous body to the side. “You're blocking my sunlight, Pooch.”

One would think Namjoon’s jaw would snap over how firmly he's clenching it. He snatched your wrist up on your second attempt to make him move. He can't spank you at the moment, nor can he be as rough as he would like with you again.

Having no choice, Namjoon presses his soft lips against your knuckles- “Aw, how sweet-!?” You gasped at Namjoon’s wet muscle lapping up your skin in one long stroke. “Ew!!! Namjoon!?”

He deeply chuckled. “Tasty.”

#bts drabble #bts smut #bts x chubby reader #chubby reader #hybrid namjoon x reader #bts hybrid x reader #hybrid Namjoon #bts pregnancy #bts pregnant au #bts omegaverse

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sea-moon-star · 10 months

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Bangtan Village: Pregnancy Series || Maknae Line: 1

1: Deciding to have a baby

Pairing: BTS maknae line x f!reader, jimin x dancer!oc, taehyung x psychologist!oc, jungkook x idol!oc

Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, husband!BTS, dad!BTS

WC: 3.5k words (1k ish each)

Summary: The part of Bangtan’s life where they’re all living next to each other in a privately owned township that’s just outside Seoul, it’s close enough for them to get to their social & work lives but far enough to provide them with privacy as they’ve become global legends after the end of their most successful re-union, comeback and world tour in 2025-26. While they continue working simultaneously on solo and group endeavors, they take it slow to focus on their personal life, especially with their growing families taking precedence. As of now, all 7 members are married, with Hoseok & Jimin already having kids of their own. But they’re nowhere close to done, the number of tiny humans in this village is yet to increase!

A/N: The one where all my ocs are named after flowers hence the header! Hyung line to follow soon, more parts too. Spot the cameo by Astro's Eunwoo & 97 liners. Ready, set & begin 🌷🌺🌹🌻🌼💐🌸

Jeon Jungkook x Lee Hae-rin🌷:

Jungkook and his wife had already had a baby conversation before they were married, one where they’d both decided they were more than happy being pet parents- Jungkookie with his dog named Bam and Hae-rin with her cat named Haru. Although they were opposites called Night & Day, the Doberman had learnt to get along with house cat since they had been introduced back when she was a kitten. And this gave them the chance to have company at home while the other was busy with their career, their schedules often clashing as two idols at the peak of their stardom. Though Jungkook had the security of having a group and hence, could take more time off, unlike Hae-rin for whom being a solo artist meant she had no stand by to rely on. And yet by some miracle, today they had both taken time off work to attend a dear friend’s baby shower.

Fellow 97’ liner, Eun-woo, the host of the event had taken a moment away to greet Jungkook while Hae-rin congratulated his wife. “Are you sure, you can’t stay for longer? It’s so rare that we get to see the both of you together and spend time. Once the baby comes, it’ll be much harder, why don’t you stay, Jungkook-ah?” Eunwoo tried to persuade Jungkook but he just shrugged his shoulders with a defeated sigh & replied back, “You know I’m really happy for the both of you, right? I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to… I just need to go…” “But why, Jungkook-ah? You’re always the most excited one at all our baby showers, be it for Mingyu, Jaehyun, Bambam, so what’s wrong today? I can see it on your face that something is really bothering you. Tell me, friend. You know I’m here for you…” Eunwoo reassured Jungkook, a hand on his shoulder as his friend broke down at his touch & replied, I won’t lie to you, it just hurts too much to be here. And that’s why I need to go… I can’t see any more of these baby showers, knowing that I’ll never host one of them myself. And it’s worse today because she’s here and I’m scared she’ll see through me, that I’ll ruin this for both of us because I’m the selfish one that wants kids when we decided we wouldn’t have any.”

“You made that decision years ago, why don’t you speak to her once again? She’s so good with the kids, whether the 97’ liners or Bangtans, maybe she’s changed her mind?” Eunwoo offered hopefully but Jungkook pursed his lips as he said, “It’s not that she doesn’t like kids, we both do. But it’s one thing for us to enjoy with our nieces and nephews, it’s another to actually have children. And for all the women around us, it was easier for them to have children, it’s different for her. They aren’t celebrities in their own right, they have ordinary lives and jobs that allow them to do both side by side. And your wife, even though she’s from the industry- she’s an actress who’s allowed to take a maternity break and get back. The roles might be different but the fame remains untouched, the success does too. But it’s not the same for an idol, our careers are short spanned as it is and this is akin to self-sabotage. Stamina, reputation, fan following, everything takes a hit and I couldn’t do that to her, not while BTS continues to thrive. I can’t pull the plug on her career, that’s the most self-serving and sexist thing I’ll ever do and I refuse to be that man.”

“And what about husbands that hide things from their partner and mislead them? That doesn’t make you a misogynist, Nampyeon?” A voice said from behind and Jungkook almost dropped the glass he was holding in his hand, as he saw his wife standing there, having heard their conversation. Eunwoo slipped away, after a quick pat on Jungkook’s back, wishing him luck as he gave the couple privacy to discuss what had just gone down.

“Who were you to decide what I should do? Whether I choose my career or my family life, it’s my choice to make. Not yours! Why have you never once told me this? I thought you genuinely didn’t want kids, so I never brought it up. Sure, I’m indifferent about being a mom, I wouldn’t mind either ways. But I’m not indifferent to you! If this is part of your dream, then why would you just let it go? You’ve let me put my dreams first, since day one. You welcomed me into Hybe as my sunbae, you recommended my debut song to armys and catapulted me to success, you stood by and watched as I ranked #1, won awards and went on world tours, you even pushed our marriage so it wouldn’t affect my prime. And you think I wouldn’t want to do the same for you? Give me the chance to do for you, what you did for me, love. Please?” She implored him to listen as he asked, “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret it, it’s not just your career, it’s your body, things won’t be the same again… you’re doing the heavy lifting, it’s not me…” “You think I’d ever regret creating something that’s a sign of our love? To bring a child that’s part you into the world, that’s the easiest idea to get on board with. How could I ever not love someone who is a mini you?” She said with a wide smile on her face as she gazed into his eyes, and he broke into a grin, “You make a good point but truth be told, I’ll be rooting for our child to be a reflection of you.”🌷

Kim Taehyung x Ahn Nari🌺:

There was no deciding about when to have a kid, with Taehyung and his wife. She’d been writing a baby diary filled with poetry, letters, life lessons & more since she was 18, he’d been craving wanting to be a dad ever since he’d grown up raising his younger siblings. With them, they’d just left it up to faith, they just wanted to be pregnant, they’d be preparing all their lives and the when didn’t matter. Everything had been blissful after their marriage, until the day when Taehyung came home to find his wife curled up on the sofa, crying her eyes out. He rushed to her side, his heart constricting in his chest as he felt her heaving sobs and tried to contain her grief in his arms. He wasn’t sure of what to do to help her feel better, being a therapist- comforting others & helping them through their emotions was more her department than his. In fact he couldn’t remember the number of times, she’d motivated, validated & held space for him.

Still, he knew what words couldn’t say, his actions would so he hugged her tighter as he whispered, “Yeobo, what’s wrong? I’m here, whatever it is. It’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Just please, look at me…”. Despite his pleas, she couldn’t meet his eyes, her gaze trained at the piece of paper on the coffee table of him. It was stained with her tears but he picked it up, he saw it was a medical report from a local fertility clinic. It had been barely a year into their marriage but they knew something was amiss when they still couldn’t get a positive test. Though his way of coping had been to deny it all along and bury himself into work, clearly she’d had enough and decided to go looking for answers.

“They… they said… I would never… be.. a mot…” She tried to whisper but he cut her off, “No, don’t say that. They’re lying, they’re just being insensitive and stupid. You will be a mother, I promise. They don’t know shit, they’re just a small suburban clinic, I’ll take you to the best doctors, to the biggest super specialty clinics, adoption centers, we can go abroad, whatever it takes okay? We can do whatever we want, the options are endless.” She shook her head and stepped back from his embrace, the fury and hurt painting her expression as she cried out, “It’s hard enough to adopt ONE child, you always wanted our kids to have siblings, you wanted 5 children!? And we wanted a child before we were even married, how long are we going to wait? Do you know how long medical procedures take? It could be YEARS because we even have a child, are you really going to be able to wait that long? Can I? I wanted to be young, I’ve seen what happens when there’s a huge generational gap between kids and their parents, I never wanted this… it’s the one thing we’ve always pined for… and I’m going to break that dream for both of us.”

He cupped her face in her palms, forcing her to make eye contact with him, “Y/N! Stop. I won’t allow this. As long as you and I are together, the dream is alive. We’ve made the impossible come true before, we can do it again. You were a preemie kid who wasn’t going to survive but you did! Bangtan defied the odds with our success. We’re fighters, we don’t give up, okay? We’ll find a way, we always do, love. Why wait? I’ll make an appointment tomorrow and this time, no doing it alone, I’m coming with you. I’ll take the tests, I’ll be there for your follow ups, whatever it takes, we’re in this together. What do I always say, huh?” “Teamwork… makes the dream work.” She replied gingerly, her voice getting stronger with every syllable as he gave her a kiss on the forehead and felt the tension exit her body with his gesture. 🌺

Park Jimin x Song Jang-mi🌹:

Park Jimin was the only Bangtan member to already have 2 kids, his childhood sweetheart turned wife from his dance school had given him two daughters. It was obvious to anyone that he loved them more than life itself- that’s why their names were Ae-Cha, which meant loving daughter and Mi-Cha, which meant beautiful daughter. He had the biggest smile on his face when he came home from work to watch both his daughters, aged 5 & 3- sit together at the dining table playing, having a fake tea party with their dolls. They were so engrossed with the pretend play that they didn’t even notice that their dad had come back home. But even though part of him wanted to swoop them up into his arms, he held himself back, watching in admiration while leaning against the door frame of the living room.

He was joined by his wife who slipped her hand, across his waist and leaned closer & whispered, “Can you believe we actually made it past the terrible twos & threes? I can’t believe they’re our girls? That the same kids who once turned the house upside down are now both sitting quietly, the house is clean, I actually had time to have a cuppa without being interrupted, it’s surreal!” “Yes, that’s why I dare not disturb them. I thought my eyes were deceiving me, they’re really grown up, huh? Where did the time go? It feels like yesterday that we got married & here we are already… At this rate, they’ll be in college soon & I’ll have to walk them down the aisle!?” He said incredulously, while she responded, “You’re forgetting the hormone crazy teenage phase, where they’ll hate everything we say & do, rebel & go out at night, you’re gonna have to give them a talk about safe sex, & not murder any boy they decide to bring home. I’d pay good money to see that!” She chuckled as he glared at her, as she relunctantly stifled her laughter.

“Stop it, you mean woman! I’m not even slightly ready to go there, not even in my mind. And you might hit me for saying this but… I actually miss the chaos? I miss tripping over legos, wearing mis-matched shoes, having spit-up on my clothes, knowing that they’re tiny enough to be safe in their cribs or even better, inside you.” He sighed & told her as she agreed, “Yeah, you’re right, I actually miss the time, it felt like everything was slower when they’re not born yet, almost like you can control how fast they grow up. 9 months of time, where it’s just us & nothing & no one can get in the way of that.” “If you didn’t hit me then, you’re definitely going to hit me now but I’ll take my chances… would you, consider doing it all again? Having one more kid? I don’t think I’m ready to let go of them being babies just yet.” He softly muttered as her eyes widened in surprise at the proposition. “I’m not going to hit you, trust me. In fact, I think you’re right. That must be why I haven’t been able to part with any of their baby supplies, I’ve held onto them- they’re still in the attic, you know? Even though I was supposed to give it away to charity ages ago. As much as I want to jump right into this, are you certain we can do it? 3 kids is a lot. What if we bite off more than we can chew?” She asked, a hint of anxiety in her tone as he pulled her closer to him & said firmly, “We’re a power couple, we’ve always been. With you, nothing is too much trouble. I have full faith in us, jagiya.” 🌹

To Be Continued... 🌊🌙⭐️

#bts pregnancy #bts dad au #bts maknae line #bangtan #bts #bts series #astro eunwoo #bts x reader #taehyung #jimin #jungkook #festa 2023

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fruitmins · 7 months

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masterlist

caution — all rights reserved so don’t steal or repost anything to different platforms. this is for tumblr only. please keep in mind that i am a very young adult (as of right now) who made this blog purely to expand and improve my writing so my works won’t be as good or long as others.

k e y — ✓ completed ✐ ongoing დ fluff ⌬ angst ✞ smut

𝓢 𝓔 𝓡 𝓘 𝓔 𝓢

Agust Dad ⌬ ✐

Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever..

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𝙾 𝙽 𝙴 𝚂 𝙷 𝙾 𝚃/𝙳 𝚁 𝙰 𝙱 𝙱 𝙻 𝙴 𝚂

For You — yoongi⌬

Yoongi is the son of a big business man and is now the CEO of the million dollar company so naturally he grew up distant and stern. But suddenly, his attitude changes when he meets you, a local kind hearted stripper that catches his curiosity. He finds himself lost in your smile and warm spirit, despite him being the opposite. But he’s willing to let down his walls for you..

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Victory — namjoon⌬

Namjoon is a wolf hybrid who has a dark past with humans that ultimately landed him in a boxing ring, so he tries his very hardest to hate every single one of them. Even his mate, who happens to be a human nurse who works for the boxing ring. But everything changes when he finds you bleeding out with marks all around you..

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Attention — jimin✞

You’ve been stalking your ex ever since you two broke up. And he’s aware of this, but you know he won’t stop you cause he’s a little attention whore. Until he starts seeing some else so you have to remind him who he belongs too..

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Stay Focused — jungkook✞

in which your dorm mate and best friend Jungkook isn’t pleased to hear that your boyfriend was over the week he was away. but wow did he look hot when he was pissed off…

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Purple Car — jungkook ⌬ დ

in which jungkook is a successful solo idol and your his long time girlfriend that he hasn’t seen in almost two months. again. it’s starting to feel like your more like distant friends more than lovers so when you unexpectedly disappear, jungkook goes the distance to try to find you.

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➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, maybe some of the members can be littles to idk, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot

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downbad4yoongi · 1 year

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It Was Always You

👑Jimin x OC

👑 Royalty AU

👑 2918 WC

👑 Warnings: Fluff, smut 🔞 (oral f receiving, edging, vaginal sex, orgasm denial)

With a nervous laugh, Seraphina nods, whispering, “Surprise!”

Jimin’s eyes bounce back and forth from her face to where his hands cup the swell of her belly. “Phín, what the hell? How long?”

Wrote this for @mrsparkjimin18 as a part of @bangtanwritershq Picture Perfect Valentine's Day Event.

Seraphina presses her face deeper into the pillow, humming pleasantly as soft, plush lips trail firm kisses down her spine. A weight settles firmly against her lower body as a particularly stinging kiss is pressed into the dip of her lower back pulling a sharp gasp from her lips.

“Are you going to pretend to be asleep for much longer?” Jimin’s breath tickles across her flesh, raising goosebumps in its wake.

Seraphina giggles, settling her cheek onto the pillow, “I don’t know. I had a really, nice dream; I wouldn’t mind going back to it for a bit.”

“Was I in it?”

“Mmm, I don’t think so. There was someone there, but he was tall and incredibly broad–” her words are abruptly cut off with the sharp slap of Jimin’s hand to the firm globe of her asscheek.

“You were saying?”

Seraphina tilts her head to look over her shoulder at Jimin, gently chiding him, “Still as easy to rile up as ever, Captain.”

Jimin rolls his eyes to meet hers from under his lashes, his gaze weighted with dark intentions. “You say that so cavalierly while you are at my mercy.” The moist heat of his breath teases lower, caressing between her legs as he begins spreading them wider.

“Oh, would you look at that? It seems I don’t have the time to lay around and need to start getting ready for the day,” the words rush from her lips as she attempts to shuffle from beneath him.

She doesn’t even make it an inch before his firm grip settles on her hips, pushing her back down on the mattress, his own body shifting to settle between her legs. “Where are you rushing off to? I know your schedule for the day doesn’t start until the afternoon.” She can feel the indentation of each of his fingers as he grips her thighs and spreads her open wider to his gaze.

Seraphina buried her face in her pillow, groaning with the realization that she may have stirred a beast that she wasn’t ready to deal with. With a deep breath, she lifts her head, her mind scrambling for a way to talk herself out of what she knows is going to happen if she doesn’t distract him from his intent. “That is correct, but wouldn’t you want to spend that time attending to other aspects of your role since you don’t have to stand guard over me?” she asks in a rush.

The nearness of his dark chuckle radiates through her body, “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Fortunately, I’m very capable of delegating which allows me the free time to teach you a well-deserved lesson.” The words have barely finished leaving his mouth before he is pressing his lips to her center.

“Shiiiiit!” she exhales as her upper body falls back to the bed. He caresses every part of her outer lips before using his fingers to spread her open and repeat it again over her inner labia. Finishing with a sharp flick of his tongue directly against the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She can’t stop the sudden jerking of her hips at the jolt of pleasure, pushing her hips back silently begging for more.

She can feel the spread of his smile against her as he repeats the motion several more times before delving his tongue deep inside her. Seraphina buries her face back into her pillow moaning loudly as he yanks her back onto his mouth and devours her with luxurious licks and stinging nips to her pussy. In no time at all, she has coated his mouth and jaw with her slick and is on the precipice of falling into that blissful oblivion when he pulls back. Jimin’s mouth shifts from her pulsing center to trail open-mouth kisses along the inside of her left thigh.

Seraphina snaps her head up, arching to look back at him in bewilderment. As soon as her eyes land on his, she groans and collapses back onto her pillow, realizing his dark intent. Jimin was in his petty mode and was going to torture her by bringing her to the edge again and again but never satisfying the need he was creating.

The muted pounding of her fists against the bed has Jimin laughing but doesn’t keep him from diving back in the moment the signs of her approaching orgasm fade completely. Seraphina’s knuckles are pale and her hands are aching from her grip on the bed linens as he brings her to the edge two more times but leaves her panting and desperate.

Every muscle within her is aching with tension as tendrils of pleasure fade away for the third time and leave her a whimpering mess on the damp sheets. She is so wrung out she can’t bring herself to react to the slow glide of Jimin’s tongue reversing course up her spine as he settles his weight on top of her. His lips wrap around her lobe and suck gently.

“Baby, you still with me?” he asks softly, his hand gently stroking her arm as Seraphina struggles to regulate her breathing.

Moments pass before Seraphina is able to crack her eyes open, unleashing the wetness that was being held at bay. Tears track down her cheeks and nose as she weakly pushes her hips back against the heated weight of Jimin’s cock nestled against her ass in silent supplication for more. Jimin presses his forehead to her temple and lifts her hips for a better angle, and between one breath and the next is slipping inside her swollen walls dragging moans out of them both.

“Fuck,” he breathes heavily into her hair as the thick glide of his cock inside her ends with his hips pressed tightly against her ass. Despite the exhaustion radiating through her, Seraphina shifts pushing her hips back in a muted bid for more. Jimin is beyond his teasing mood and readily gives in to her plea. His fingers settle on her hips and he begins a deep, firm rhythm rocking into her depths. Each plunge of his thick cock has Seraphina moaning as she clenches tightly around him, her aching walls desperate to reach their release.

The steady sound of Jimin’s hips slapping against her ass echoes around them with the accompaniment of his groans and her moans. The tempo subtly crescendos as Jimin works them closer to a climax they both are desperate for. Suddenly, Seraphina is tensing underneath him as her walls clamp tightly before every muscle in her is spasming as she succumbs to waves of pleasure.

Jimin follows after her momentarily, his body unable to resist the tight, warm clasping of her walls. His hips stutter a few more times before burying his cock in her depths, coating her insides with warmth. The strength of his arms drains from him, collapsing his body on top of hers; they rest there, heavily breathing, interspersed with gasps as aftershocks rack them.

“Your Majesty?... Your Majesty!”

Seraphina’s attention snaps back to the present, her gaze focusing on the townsperson sitting across from her. From the look he is giving her, this is not the first time he has tried to capture her attention. She glances over at Dahyun, and her assistant gives a slight nod, confirming that she had let her mind wander a bit too far.

“Apologies. I had let my mind wander and started thinking about a few meetings I have later in the day. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, can you tell me what you were saying again?” Seraphina works just the right amount of contrition into her tone and that paired with the heat flushing her cheeks at being caught daydreaming seems to go over well and the shopkeeper launches into his story again.

This time she listens despite holding back the slight wince from her low-grade headache that started this morning and has refused to ebb. The pitch of the man’s voice is causing her head to throb even more and she is not sure she can hide it for much longer. Not to mention, she can now feel her stomach rolling with queasiness. Her eyes flit to the ornate wall clock behind her current visitor and she holds back a sigh noting that there is still another hour of Tea with the Queen.

The monthly event typically is refreshing and provides insight into what is happening in her subjects’ lives and matters of importance to them. At this current moment though, she isn’t sure she can take even another minute of pretending to care about the trivial matters the people tend to bring forward. Sensing movement in the periphery, Seraphina watches her assistant, Dahyun, approach the small seating area that was staged for the session. The relief that washes through her is immediate and easily brings a genuine smile to her face, her first one all morning.

Dahyun politely informs them both that it is time for the next subject and steps aside, body angled toward the door behind Seraphina to guide the local shop owner out. He stands and bows deeply to her and hurries out through the door.

Seraphina slumps back in the stiff chair and slips her eyes closed, determined to enjoy the brief respite. Her new posture has ballooned out the deep purple peplum blouse she chose to wear today to continue hiding her swelling abdomen. It was the perfect top to continue the ruse that all was normal still; the fabric hugged her upper arms and chest but gently billowed out just enough to hide her baby bump while not drawing unwanted attention due to a sudden change in her wardrobe. She makes a mental note to have the royal tailor get her more of this style in a variety of hues.

She has zoned out so well she failed to notice that she is no longer alone. A gentle clearing of a throat alerts her to a new presence, figuring it must just be Dahyun returning. She pops open one eye and glances up, the snarky quip that she was poised to say catches in her throat. Seraphina pops up from her seat in shock, her hands reaching for the face she had been missing for weeks.

“Jimin! What are you doing back?” Her hands grip his shoulders, unable to remain aloof in front of prying eyes as she processes his surprise appearance. “You aren’t due back for another month.”

Jimin’s vigilant eyes flick to the palace staff loitering around the room and he gently takes Seraphina’s hands from his shoulders. He bows deeply over them, pressing his lips to the knuckles of one. “Good morning, Your Majesty. I felt my presence was no longer required on that scouting mission. I have left my best men in charge for the remainder of the excursion.”

Seraphina quickly catches the formality of Jimin’s tone and stiffens. His unexpected arrival made her forget all decorum and she is thankful at least one of them remained mindful. “Of course. I trust your judgment, Captain. I look forward to more details about what has been gathered thus far.”

Jimin nods his head slightly. “I’ll connect with Dahyun and have her schedule a time to meet.” He moves to take his leave, but that is the last thing she wants.

“Clear the room.”

A staffer steps forward. “Your Majesty, the Tea Time isn’t finished yet.”

Seraphina levels a weighted stare at her. “It is now. Now let’s not make me repeat myself.”

The color drains from the poor girl’s cheeks as she steps back and shuffles with the rest of the staff from the room. Seraphina watches Jimin suppress the smirk fighting to spread his plush lips, and in turn, has to hide her own. Finally, the last staff member leaves the room, and the door closes with a silent snick of the latch catching.

They both stand there watching each other for a moment; it has been so long since they have had the chance to be alone together, and this feels surreal. Another beat goes by accompanied by a giggle of disbelief before they snap into action and are folding into each other’s arms. His breath brushes the shell of her ear, “I missed you every day.”

“I know it’s only been a few weeks but your absence has felt like it’s been at least a year!” Seraphina nuzzles into his neck as he pulls her closer, her body flush against him. The relief of having him back made her forget not to press so tightly against him; that reminder came to the forefront of her mind as his shoulders stiffened.

His hands travel from holding her back to her waist; the hands that used to be able to easily cup each side are now stretched a bit wider, enough to notice the difference. Jimin’s head lifts as he holds Seraphina away from him and looks down at where the blouse drapes over her obscured abdomen hiding what he can clearly feel is a roundness to an area of Seraphina’s body that was thick, but flat previously.

Seraphina stills as Jimin drags his hand from her side around to the front of her belly. His brow furrows as his fingers gently prod. She observes him anxiously, his hands now resting closer to the front of her torso, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles. He lifts his head, the question plainly expressed in his eyes.

With a nervous laugh, Seraphina nods, whispering, “Surprise!”

Jimin’s eyes bounce back and forth from her face to where his hands cup the swell of her belly. “Phín, what the hell? How long?”

“I’m past the first trimester. I found out a couple of weeks after you left.”

“Why didn’t you summon me back?” Jimin’s expression is a mix of awe and apprehensiveness.

Seraphina gently strokes Jimin’s arm and gestures toward the French-style sofa on the other side of the room. He nods and follows her over to the ornate sitting area. Seraphina sits first, doing her best to mask the anxiety running through her as Jimin settles next to her, his body angled slightly toward her.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Part of me wanted to call for you immediately, but my mind was all over the place. There was so much to figure out and multiple factors to consider, I wasn’t sure what to do for a while. When I came to a decision, I knew you would be back soon enough so I waited.”

Seraphina watches Jimin’s jaw clench as he processes this news. She can’t get a read on how he is feeling like she is normally able to and it’s killing her to wait for his reaction. Her fingers knot together in her lap as she lets her gaze wander around the room giving him time to process this life-altering news.

Her attention is brought back to him when she feels his hand gently cup the swell of her belly. She catches his gaze and the ache in her chest grows as she watches his eyes swim with emotions. His breath shudders out before he finally asks, “What are you going to do?”

“What would you like to do?” she counters.

The corners of his lips twitch wistfully. “I would like many things, Phín, but I’ve long ago let go of such wishful thoughts.”

The ache in her chest grows tenfold urging her to move closer to him, her hand taking hold of his. “Jimin…”

Jimin shakes his head sharply. “Seraphina, I have always known my duty and the role I would play in your life.” He straightens his shoulders and pats her hand. “So Your Majesty, what are you going to do?”

Seraphina sucks in her breath sharply. She knows what he is doing, Jimin is pulling away in preparation for having to let her go. Her curls dance around her shoulders as she shakes her head, moving her hand to cup his cheek. “Well first off, you can stop doing whatever it is you think you’re doing.” Jimin’s mouth opens to protest but she doesn’t give him a chance. “No, Jimin. I know you. You’re trying to pull away because for some reason you think that is for the best. You know what I think is best?”

Jimin shakes his head. “Seraphina, we always knew sneaking around wouldn’t last forever. I’ve always known that at some point, I would need to step aside when you would have to marry someone else of nobility.”

“That’s not going to happen, Jimin. I could never marry someone who doesn’t have my heart. Don’t you see that this is our chance?”

“They still will fight it, Seraphina.”

She scoffs, “They can try, but they won’t deny me the opportunity to marry the father of my child.” She pauses, thumb stroking along the apple of his cheek, “The love of my life.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. They have never exchanged their true feelings before. They have tiptoed around it for years and just let it simmer under the surface. “Really?”

“Jimin, I love you. I always have, I always will.”

Jimin surges forward, hands cupping the back of her neck, “I love you, too, Phín.” His lips crash against hers, sealing the sentiment with a fervent kiss. The silence stretches around them, only broken by the sound of their lips moving together and their hearts racing.

They break apart, breathing heavily. Seraphina presses her forehead to Jimin’s. “It was always you.”

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0funsite0 · 8 months

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Only Teens - JJk pt.5

Warnings: pregnancy, difficulties in pregnancy, cruel mother, bed rest, slight pregnancy shower sex, brest play, lactation, lactation kink, pregnancy kink

Word count: 2.2k

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It's been almost a week since the incident. Y/n has been staying at home, doing online classes. Their baby seemed to be okay. The bleeding stopped and she didn't experience more pain in her abdomen... at least not from contractions.

Their baby girl was beginning to get stronger than they expected and it not once happened that Y/n felt some serious discomfort and pain from her kicks. Those were some uncomfortable moments, but at the end of the day Y/n looked back at these moments with joy and pride that her baby was so active.

She was taking a well-deserved nap when the loud noise of the door slamming open woke her.

- Fold these. - her mother said with a stern voice while throwing a batch of dry clothes onto her bed, hitting the pregnant girl's bump.

Good thing they are soft.

- And make sure you vacuum this floor today.

- Yes mother.

Chores are the last thing she needs after that scare last week. But her mother couldn't seem to understand and keeps adding to the tremendous weight on her shoulders.

She left the room slamming te door one last time behind her.

Reluctantly she got up from her place in bed and stretched stiff and aching limbs out.

This is going to take a while...

And she wasn't wrong. Folding clothes while having to bend over her protruding middle amd vacuuming with constant back pain seemed to take twice as long as it did before. She even had to stop once in a while to catch her breath.

And after an hour and a half she was all done. And there goes her nap. Well... Maybe she could try going back to bed for a bit before Jungkook got home from work. She wanted to greet him. She missed him. He started working not too long ago, and now they couldn't even meet during schooltime. It was torture for both of them.

No matter how hard she tried to fall asleep, fast movements from within her kept her conscious. She smiled lightly and rested a hand atop her stomach.

- Hi baby! - she whispered. - Let's have some rest okay? Before dadda comes home. - she thought for a second. - Or should I say appa?

She chuckled. In the end she chose to take out her phone from and caught her baby's stretches on camera for her boyfriend to watch later. Jungkook often complained playfully that he often missed her kicks since Y/n was the one who actually carried the baby skin to skin. Obviously he new this was the smallest sacrifice to make, carrying and growing a human being inside your body from scratch was a huge task. Not to mention Y/n's body has only just stopped building itself fully, now she had to power through this as well.

He was beyond grateful for all that.

Once done with the short clip she put her phone away and did manage to fall into a shallow sleep.

The exhausted boy didn't even stop in front of his family's home to change out of his work clothes. He could always shower at Y/n's and borrow one of Jin's hoodies if absolutely necessary.

That's what felt home. That's where family was.

The sight of his girlfriend's mother leaving their garage with her car reminded him that the before mentioned statements did have one exception.

Regardless he parked his car into their driveway and took out the shopping bags full of things he bought. He walked up to their door and barely lifted his free hand to knock the door opened.

- Jungkook! - Mr. Y/l/n greeted kindly. - Nice to see you. Come in.

- Thank you, dad! Nice to see you too.

- Thanks but none of that dad-thing, okay? - he chuckled along with the young boy.

- Okay sorry dad!

The kind man his the younger on the shoulder lightly simply as a playful gesture. They've been seeing each other so much recently it was only natural for their relationship to grow, along with his bond with Jin. They were a family now after all.

Mrs. Y/l/n was a topic for another day.

Mr. Y/l/n took one bag from the floor and brought it inside, gesturing for Jungkook to enter the house as well.

- Y/n's upstairs sleeping.

- Good, at least she'll be a bit more well rested after this long nap. - Jungkook smiled relived.

He remembered Y/n texting him short before his shift that she'll be having a little nap and she wished her well at work. It was almost a routine for them by now, but she never really managed to sleep more than an hour maximum. She was just too far into her pregnancy to be comfortable for longer than that. And he was perfectly aware of the fact.

- Uhh... Well she was kind of disturbed. - the older man informed uncomfortably. - She only just managed to get back to sleep about 20 minutes ago.

- Oh... Um I'll be upstairs with her.

- Alright, just try to let her rest a bit more. She's had a rough day.

- Of course!

- And you could try following her actions as well. You don't look well rested yourself. - he said with the previous gentleness returning to his features.

- Yes, sir. - with that he took both of the bags and walked upstairs.

He pushed the door open as quietly as he could with both hands occupied and also managed to close it with little to no noise. Setting the heavy bags down was another challenge but nothing is impossible to the golden boy. Well... Better say man now. A soon-to-be father.

A gentle smile spread across his face as he walked closer to the sleeping pregnant girl. She looked peaceful. Tired, but peaceful.

He sat next to her bed on the floor fearful of waking her by the dipping bed if he sat on it. Either way Y/n was a light sleeper and even the barely noticeable commotion, that went down in her room in the past moments, managed to have her stir awake rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

- Kook? - she asked before she'd opened her eyes.

- Sorry I woke you angel. - he said caressing her soft hair.

- I was barely asleep so it wasn't you.

At that moment they were both at ease. They were finally seeing each other after 24 hour, which wasn't the end of the world, but nowadays things were different.

They both felt this excruciating emptiness inside of them whenever they were apart. Maybe it was the fact that the girl was carrying their shared fruit inside her blossoming womb. It was as if there bodies were connected by that precious little girl and being apart for even just a day felt unnatural.

Of course others would say things like clinginess is always a symptom of pregnancy for women and men just felt more protective over their partners during this time, making them want to spend most of their time with them. But there would be nothing magical about that. ;)

- Missed you so much. - she whispered while reaching for him to be pulled into a hug.

- I missed you two more. - he took her into his arm and put the other around her tummy.

There was one moment when he lifted his lingering palm from her bump but that was all it took for him to miss a kick, the only sign being Y/n's audible gasp.

- Did you feel that? - she asked pulling away with happy eyes.

- A kick? - he asked a bit disappointed.

- Yeah. A pretty light one but I thought it could be felt from the outside too.

- I just missed that one moment. - he pouted.

- Come here.

She gestured him to lay behind her on the bed. Once he did she leaned into his strong chest, resting her back on ot. Her had occupied its usual place: the crook of his neck. Last step was taking hsi hands and putting them onto the bare skin of her stomach along with hers on top of his.

- Now feel.

Jungkook leaned forward slightly just enough to rest his chin softly on her shoulder so he could have a better view of what was going on down there. He didn't only want to feel but see with his own eyes as well.

Soon enough light movements signed that their little baby girl was wanting to let herself be known. A giggle erupted from the young couple as they watched in awe.

No matter the difficulties they were gonna power through them. Just like Jungkook promised once and he planned on keeping that promise forever. He wasn't going to let them down once more.

Jus then another giggle came from the girl on his chest when she noticed the bright white color of his work shirt he still had on.

- Are you in your uniform still? - she turned her head to him.

- Sorry. I just wanted to come here as soon as possible.

- Do you want to have a shower together?

His eyes widened. It was hard enough for him to control himself while holding her warm, changing, blossoming body every day. They haven't done anything since finding out about the baby. At least not together...

Maybe it was shame that kept them from bringing it up even in front of only each other, ot maybe it was Jungkook's fear of hurting her in any way. Of course that was until a week ago. Since the scare they had sex was completely off the table for the duration of the pregnancy and post partum recovery.

- I'll just take a quick one, you stay in bed. - he suggested hoping it will give him the chance to shower alone to avoid any funny business.

Well... He couldn't convince her.

And he couldn't keep control. Not after she subconsciously bit her plump bottom lips. Not after she rid herself of any clothes. Not after her full breasts were right at arms reach.

His big palms flew onto her breasts, which were now covered with warm water. It was nice, it eased some of the pain in them. But her boyfriend's hands were doing wonders for her tender blossoms. The way he kept massaging made them leak a slightly yellow colored liquid. A few drops rolled down her curves onto her big belly.

Jungkook, in fear of having the running water from the shower wash away his newfound gold, turned the water off and got on his knees. Now he was in eye level with the liquid treasure. He wasted no time opening hsi mouth and licking them off of his pregnant girlfriend's bump. Whatever was left on her warm skin he rubbed it in.

He was lost in absolute bliss.

- The best moisturizer against stretch marks. - he panted with a mischievous grin on his face. - Look at you! Gorgeous carrying my child, gracefully growing together with out girl. Producing golden milk for our baby-

-and husband. - he finished his sentence.

All the while Y/n's eyes were closed, listening to every praise that left his mouth. If she would've had underwear on they would've been ruined that's how wet she's gotten. But a particular word made those eyes pop open with the speed of lightning.

- J-Jungkook... - she moaned.

The boy wasn't ready to get up yet. He was hungry for what she was giving him. All to him. All because of him.

He closed the space between his mouth and her wet lips, which proved to be difficult with a big curvy barrier that his forehead bumped into. But this couldn't stop him from getting what he desired. Not after so many months of silence.

- Nghh.. ahh! - she tried to muffle her moans of absolute pleasure to no avail.

The boy quickly turned the water back on to hopefully drown their sounds from other ears, all the while not stopping what he was busy with.

- I'm... I'm cumming!

Jungkook didn't free his mouth, he simply just lifted his hand to run it along he sides as a sign of permission.

The amount of precious juice she gave him made his already standing length harden even more.

- Fuck, princess...

He was gonna have to take care of that later.

- Let me help you. - she panted after coming down from her high, catching a glimpse of his throbbing member.

She was preparing to het on her knees with the help of leaning onto the shower door handle, but muscular arms cought her under the armpits to lift her back up.

- No baby, today is all about you. - he reassured her all the while his body protested with raging hormones.

Y/n wanted to protest, but his hungrily soft lips shut her up with a passionate kiss.

It was no secret to either of them that after he lovingly dried her off, helped dressing her, waited for her to close her eyes while he tucked her in for another well-deserved nap, he'll be going back into that damned shower to finish his business thinking about those milk-filled blossoms and child-filled womb.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/n: Holy ****... First time writing smut. Won't make a habit out of it probably, since I find it a bit boring XD but it's part of their relationship, so it had to be included at least once. Hope it wasn't too bad 😞

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sickybubbies · 1 year

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Morning Blues: Hoseok

S/O Sickness Series (1/7)

Synopsis: Hoseok's wife is suffering from morning sickness, he tries to help her despite having a very weak stomach himself.

A/N: doing something a little different this time! Tell me how you guys like it!

Warning: Graphic descriptions of vomit/vomiting, anxiety.

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His wife is so, so nauseous this morning. She can't stop moving, can't stop burping. The sound of her retching draws Hoseok's concern like a magnet, the hairs on his neck prickling. A weak stomach isn't so much a weak stomach, more like a stomach in a body that's too susceptible to sensory stimulation. Everything makes him squeamish, everything—he almost gags as he passes the bathroom door.

Hoseok lingers outside the bathroom door. He doesn't think he could stomach the sight of another puddle of vomit without adding to it himself, so he waits for his wife's voice. "Hey. Feeling any better yet?"

This is what he feared most. The retching sounds come first, followed by a wet splash of her vomit spilling back onto the bowl. Hoseok's body begins to quake as he tries his hardest to keep from adding to the puddle, his nails digging into the flesh on the inside of his palms.

His heart shatters in two as his poor wife struggles in vain to reassure him. "Darling..." he says, his tone trembling and desperate. "Oh, my god. Darling, I— I'm coming in."

Hoseok gently closes the door and rushes to his wife's side. She's so pale, so sweaty, so fragile. His hand rests atop her belly with the gentlest of touches. "I'm going to get you some water. Just sit tight, darling." His voice is as gentle and soft as she is ill and miserable; jaw clenching in slight worry in case she starts heaving in front of him.

He hurries to the kitchen, his head swimming with worries. The sight of his wife's fragile form wracked by illness made his chest ache. In the moments that he's gone, his wife's belly rumbles, a low, throaty growl of a noise. The retching begins again, this time with him out of direct earshot of her cries of anguish.

His stomach flips and he claps his hands over his mouth before he can vomit. Hoseok is already feeling like he might keel over at any time. "She's okay. She's okay... I just need to get her water..." he mumbles to himself, it is enough to make him nauseous too.

It's spreading through his veins, his stomach heaving. "Fuck.." he murmurs to himself, his chest feeling hollow, his skin cold as ice. "I'm coming I promise!" He yells out to her.

The smell of sewage and bile swirls in his nostrils, the sounds of his wife's tortured retching only making his own stomach twist even harder. He's already pale; he might be even paler now.

Then comes the wave of heat, washing over him in a sickening wave of prickling. He knows what's coming, what his body is telling him. "I can't do th—achk!"

He barely makes it into the sink in time.

An awful, low, gut-wrenching sound. A deep, guttural heave; it almost sounds like a moan. He can already feel the saliva building in his mouth, and the bile burning in his throat. His entire chest is shaking now, rattling as if every muscle is spasming.

His stomach releases a torrent of thin, yellow bile, the smell of it making his eyes roll. The backs of his knees feel weak, his toes curl against the cool floor beneath him.

"I can't be like this..." he whines, leaning fully into the sink and letting the vomit spill back into its depths. His fingers tremble. He's got no control over his body at this point, his mind is empty. A wet, splashing sound; it's coming from both directions. "H... Ugh... Ugh!"

His stomach spasms and, like a volcano, a lava of half-digested food erupts from his throat and sputters into the sink. He clutches the counter beneath him; his palms are slick, his jaw is in pain. As the worst of the retching passes, his body is wracked by the most violent of seizures.

A wet sound assaults his ears as the vomit rises and rises within him. His cheeks sink, his lips curl. He makes a sound then: a low, moaning whimper that doesn't have the strength to be voiced any higher. His throat convulses with heaving coughs as he spews, eventually just as he began, it all comes to an abrupt stop. His hands fall to his sides and his eyes close. "Christ..."

His head dips down and rests on the sink. He's pale as a corpse now, his body trembling and sweating under his clothes from the effort of emptying his stomach. "Why do people... get this? Why did this happen? What if she heard me?”

Hoseok's head jerks up, his eyes wide and wild. The room is spinning; the only static point is his wife, standing before him. Her arms hang by her side, her hair in shambles. His chest heaves and he staggers. "Darling..." he pants. "I'm so sorry... I—" He looks like he could vomit again for a second time.

"I tried to hold it in," he manages, fighting a sudden wave of nausea. "I tried so hard, but..." He feels like he's sweating bullets, and he probably is. He begins to wonder if maybe he's sick. This must be how he looked to her just thirty seconds ago... he can only imagine now. "I'm sorry," he rasps.

A moment between the two passes. Y/N's soft hands lift to his face. His eyes squeeze shut, forehead against hers. This is what he feared most. For his wife to see him like this—it would be the end of the fantasy. He has a weak stomach. She knows that he has a weak stomach, but she's never seen it. But here he is, pale and trembling like a leaf in a storm.

The embrace is comforting, and he rests his head on her shoulder. A long sigh falls from his lips. "Darling... what am I going to d-do..." he stammers. Her back is so warm, but his cheeks feel like ice. He can't stop shaking. "I can't be... like this... not in front of you..."

"Hoseok it's okay, you can't help that you have a weak stomach. It's okay baby"

Hoseok sniffs back his tears. It's a humiliating feeling, being this weak. But his heart breaks and his shoulders hunch when his poor wife calls him 'baby'. He's always been the strong one, the resilient one; he's never been the one who needed to be nurtured. "Hnnh... You don't mind? I— I'm sorry... I really am..."

"It's okay," she speaks again, voice as comforting as the touch of her fingers. She strokes his cheek, and the action melts all of his fear and anxiety. No one has made Hoseok feel like this before, and he's glad it's her. "Just take your time... it's okay..." she tells him again, rubbing his side comfortingly.

Slowly, he steps away. His hand is still gripping her hand, his thumb gently caressing her knuckle as he gazes up at her face. His wife looks tired as well, as though her battle had left her worn out. Hoseok's gaze softens, a sweet, sympathetic look as he looks to her and simply says, "You okay?"

She nods in response, leaning up and pressing a kiss on his forehead. "I'm okay, I feel better. Just tired, I've washed up already"

"Mmm... Okay, darling. Come on..." Hoseok gently picks his wife up and moves through the house, carefully laying her in bed and tucking her into the blankets. His eyes are sleepy as he turns to the bathroom to wash his hands, cleaning off his sweaty, vomit-clotted face and rinsing out the sour taste from his mouth.

When he's back in the bedroom, Y/N is already in a deep sleep. Hoseok lays down beside her, his head propped on his arm as he gazes down at her pregnant belly. As he watches it gently swell, he relaxes more, letting Y/N slip further into the quiet, soothing embrace of sleep.

"Oh, you are such a menace, you little rascal." He shakes his head and presses a kiss against his wife's belly. "You keep trying to make her so sick, don't you?" This, Hoseok does. With a tender pat to the tummy, he says, "That's right. You better not do that again today." He smiles, watching as the bump rises and falls, the soft motion of Y/N's breaths.

His eyes droop, his face relaxing into a smile and then a yawn as he lets the darkness take him. In his arms, his wife is still, her body sleeping peacefully in the bed. In that room, it is peaceful; the family is together as they doze for the rest of the morning.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #sick!hoseok #x reader #pregnancy au #tw: vomit #tw: anxiety

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vinetae · 1 year

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Full Circle: Teaser

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Unexpected Pregnancy, Angst, Eventual Smut, Sperm Donor mishaps.

Summary: One phone call was all it took for your world to come crashing down.

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"Come in." A voice calls. You open the door, placing your eyes upon the doctor you'd cussed out repeatedly.

"Miss Y/n. Welcome back." Her professional demeanor never faulters, even though she probably wants to bitch slap you for insulting her so much.

She reaches into the desk of her drawer, pulling out a box full of pregnancy tests.

"Take your pick."

You inhale a deep breath, randomly choosing one with your eyes close. The purple and white box contrast each other in a very discreet way.

"One line is not pregnant, and two is pregnant." You set the test on a napkin she'd placed down as to not contaminate her desk.

"We wait three minutes for the results." She replies, pulling out a tiny pocket sized stopwatch.

She presses start.

Three minutes in.

"Time's up." She stops the timer, as you both lean forward to see two very prominent dark purple lines on the test.

"Congratulations, Miss Y/n."

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A/n: I'm so excited for this series! This came to me while thinking of all the unfinished WIPs I have to complete. This will take a while to update, because I already have so many unfinished fics.

I mainly write my fics in google docs but the fonts don't usually transfer over. Sad 😔

Damn, I've really got a thing for pregnant AUs ...

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#BTS jimin fic #bts jimin #bts fics #jimin x reader #pregnancy!au #bts pregnancy au #bts masterlist #jimin smut #jimin angst #park jimin smut #angst #and more angst #park jimin #pjm #Full circle

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luciathcv · 2 months

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positive - jjk

summary: you take a test in which the results will completely change your life || warnings: idk reader is pregnant? || genre: fluff, established relationship, pregnancy au || word count: approximately 1100

I sat on the couch, trying my best to be patient and just wait for Jungkook to get home since he was bound to be any minute now. I was stressing and worried because, there was a chance that I could be pregnant.

I’m startled when I hear the sound of the front door unlocking. I glance over at the electronic intercom system on the wall and see Jungkook on the screen of it, opening the door and walking inside. I then look over and see the hallway light turn on.

I get up from the couch and walk down the hall, wanting to get there before my boyfriend took his shoes off. When I got to the end of the hall, I’d gotten there just in time as he was about to start untying his shoelaces.

“Jungkook.” I say and he looks up at me, giving me a small smile.

“Hey, princess.” He greets me.

“Can we go to the store?” I ask.

“Uh, okay. Come on.” Jungkook says without questioning anything at first. He stands up and we walk out of the apartment, going down the elevator and heading to the parking garage.

We get in the car and Jungkook starts it up, backing out of the parking spot. “So, what do you need, princess? Did you finally get your period? Do you need tampons/pads?” He asks as he starts to drive out of the parking garage.

“Well,” I think for a moment, “it’s kind of the opposite. I still haven’t gotten my period and I just, felt like I should get a pregnancy test just to make sure because usually my periods are never a week late.” I tell him.

He takes in what I said for a moment before nodding, “Okay, then let’s go to CVS and get a pregnancy test.” Jungkook says. I look at him, trying to analyze how he was feeling but I honestly couldn't tell.

Jungkook pulled into a parking spot and shut the car off. He unbuckled his seatbelt and I did the same as we got out of the car. We walked into the store and I made my way to the aisle that had the pregnancy tests, plan b, and all of that stuff.

I look at the pregnancy tests and pick out one, getting two of them just to be sure. Jungkook and I go to the counter to pay and I awkwardly hand the tests to the cashier. I mean, we're grown, there was no reason for me to be embarrassed but I was. Jungkook pulls out his card and pays for them.

"Good luck." The cashier says as she hands Jungkook the small bag with the two tests and the receipt.

He just gives her a small smile as he puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me away and out of the store. He opens my car door for me and I get inside, buckling my seatbelt before he hands me the small bag and shuts the door, going to the drivers seat.

At first, it's silent as Jungkook starts driving us home but eventually, he breaks the silence. "You know that no matter the result, I'll be here for you." He reassures me.

"I know." I say, nodding.

"I just, if you were pregnant, it's not like we couldn't support the baby. Well, if you wanted to keep the baby. That's your choice, I'm just.. I'm just saying." Jungkook tells me.

"I would.. I would want to keep the baby, if I was pregnant." I shyly respond.

"Oh," is Jungkook's only response. "I would like that." He tells me before connecting his hand with mine that rested in my lap, intertwining our fingers together as he handled the wheel with his other hand.

Truth be told, we were both kind of getting ahead of ourselves. I mean, I hadn't even taken the test yet, it's not like it was definite that I was pregnant. I guess we both kind of had a feeling that, that was the case though but neither of us would say that.

When we arrived at home, I walked over to the bathroom, the small bag in my hand. Jungkook stood in front of me, a little nervous but it wasn't obvious, as he leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back for a few moments before we both pulled away and I made my way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

After I'd peed on the sticks, I'd put them on counter and set a timer on my phone for three minutes. I didn't know this but Jungkook was sat with his back against the door, anxiously waiting for me.

Those three minutes were the longest three minutes of my life but finally, the timer went off and the results were ready. Jungkook had gotten up off of the floor and stood outside, ready to hear the results. I sighed as I stopped the timer and anxiously checked the tests.

Positive. Both tests were positive. I was pregnant. I was actually pregnant.

"You okay, baby?" I heard Jungkook ask from outside the door.

I grabbed the tests and walked over to the door, opening it. Jungkook looked into my eyes and without even having to look down, he could tell what the results were just from the way I looked up at him. He looked down anyway, just to make sure that his answer was right, and well, the tests confirmed his thoughts.

I burst into tears, I didn't know why. It was frankly just overwhelming. All of it. Jungkook immediately took the tests from my hand, putting it on the counter again before he engulfed me into a hug. Moments later, Jungkook was also crying. We stayed like that for a while.

Jungkook ended up calming down before me but once I did, Jungkook pulled away a little, still holding me as he comfortingly patted my head.

"How do you feel?" Jungkook asked, just wanting to be there for me.

"Anxious but excited but just.. scared. I'm scared." I tell him.

"I know, princess. I'm scared too." Jungkook tells me. "But it'll be okay, right? We'll work through this, all of this, together." He says and I can't help but smile.

"You're going to be a dad." I softly say.

He smiles back at me, "And you're going to be a mom." He says before leaning down and giving a long and loving kiss on the lips. Although he was scared, he was ready to go through this journey with you and to be there for you. And, well, your future child.

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