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After four years of being in a relationship, and one and a half years of conversation and hesitation about the subject it came as quite a surprise that Jimin was the one who brought up the idea of actually having kids. Though in the beginning he had said he just wasn’t interested, didn’t see the joy of having children, he later confessed that he was unsure of himself.
“They’re fragile things you know? What if I’m not good enough?”
“Baby.. How can you say you're good enough when you have so much to give? You don't half-ass anything!”
That was one of the many late nights they spent together talking and it took a lot encouraging after that, many more late night conversations where it was just them and the slumbering city. The honest hours where Jungkook would lay his head on Jimin’s chest and Jimin’s hand would caress his back as the both of them talked about Jimin's insecurities, and Jungkook’s too. Jungkook would whisper to him how amazing he would be, the many great things he could teach their children, and Jimin slowly but surely would come to agree, to enjoy the thought of having children of their own.
The both of them would be great, that was a Jungkook Promise™.
Then finally, after all those nights, came the morning where Jimin realized that he wanted this. He wanted this! Unable to sleep any longer he sat there, thinking it over countless of times, this was it, he was sure. Beside him Jungkook was still asleep, the covers haphazardly thrown over him. How should he tell him?
When Jungkook woke up he found Jimin still sitting upright in the bed, he pulled him down like any other morning prompting his mate to climb on top of him, immediately kissing him more awake. The news was out between kisses and whimpers and Jungkook was stunned for a moment. Jimin looked at him, answered his questions without even opening his mouth, no sign of doubt written on his face. He was ready to make that baby right then and there, and they might as well have.
During breakfast Jungkook asked him again if he was serious and though Jimin punched him in the arm for asking that he said that he was. After the initial 'shock' Jungkook made good work of the news, going for a second round at the kitchen table (and then again when they came home from work).
That was only the beginning of their steadily peaking hormonal cycles.
The both of them never had trouble keeping up with one another, they could last for days during one of Jimin's heats, Jungkook’s rut easily triggered because of Jimin's hormones. If it weren't for that maybe even Jungkook hadn’t been able to last. Aside of their triannual heat-cycles the both of them had quite a high libido, with Jungkook being naturally clingy and Jimin being needy at the most unexpected times. This time though, it was as if they were constantly trying to one up the other, a challenge to outlast and exhaust (and even that wasn’t something new).
Oftentimes Jimin would come home from work, hormonal and needy from being away from his mate for so long and then Jungkook better make sure he's naked and ready to go by the time Jimin finds him. (And if he isn't he better compensate, which usually means an extra round or two, and well... that isn't much of a punishment is it?). Jimin would push him down, milk him dry and lose himself in the process, eventually letting Jungkook take over. He'd cling on as Jungkook spread him open and filled him up. He’d pull his mate as close as he could and watched as Jungkook thrusted into him, fucked him full, chanting pleas to be knotted. Please, please, please, for more, for the baby, for him. Connected like this he doesn’t care if he cries, because he knows that Jungkook would kiss his tears away, no matter how many times he tells him how gross that is (and doesn’t tell him how endearing he finds it).
Jungkook on the other hand wouldn't go easy on his little omega either. The new, thicker, and more potent smell would lure him in each and every time. He becomes even clingier than he was before, somehow always finding himself pressed against Jimin. After having had sex twice already in the morning he follows Jimin to the bathroom, crowding against his back as he brushes his teeth, his already half hard dick slotting perfectly between Jimin's asscheeks, their boxers separating them from having a perfect moment. But Jimin pushes back and pulls his own boxers down, the toothbrush still in his mouth as he waits with a flush on his cheeks. Jungkook slides right in, deep into his heat and he fucks him slowly, careful as to not make him to choke. Once the toothbrush is out of his mouth, he fucks him good, right there over the sink. It doesn’t last long, but that doesn’t matter, because Jimin looks so blissful, because Jungkook’s heart feels like it could burst, because each and every time he fills him up they’re closer to fulfilling their wish. Less than ten minutes in and Jimin has spilled twice into the sink, giving Jungkook a minty fresh kiss at the end of it. He washes both his cum and the white toothpaste froth down the drain. Jungkook can't help but fuck him again once they step into the shower.
It's 10am and he's already cum four times.
And then there was the magical moment when Jimin found out that he was pregnant. He cried onto Jungkook's shirt as he held him close. Jungkook cried as he kissed him, every inch of his face and neck but most especially his lips, nearly crushing him in his hug. When he realised how tightly he was holding him through Jimin's whines he profusely apologised to his belly, caressing it as he kneeled in front of him.
The first weeks flew by without any sex, which was shockingly Jungkook's idea after he realised there would be a human growing inside of his mate.
"What if I crush the baby?"
Jimin looked at him quizzically and assured him that that would not happen. Jungkook didn’t believe him. Better to be safe than sorry.
That didn't mean though that the both of them were left completely dry, Jimin wouldn't allow that, and Jungkook wouldn't survive, it was just a lot more mouth and hand work. The best thing was that Jungkook got to eat Jimin out a lot more than Jimin usually would allow. The vulnerable position always left him a little embarrassed but the pregnancy had made him more sensitive down there and Jungkook's mouth and tongue just soothed him so well.
A few more weeks in and a more obvious belly bulge later and Jungkook found his hormones unstoppable. By now clingy was an understatement; if Jimin wasn't by his side at all times he grew tense and nervous, itching for his body. His mate was always on his lap if he could help it, his hands somewhere near his belly as if to protect.The small heartbeat beating against his palm. Jungkook wished he could envelop Jimin's body in his own, that he could have his wonderful scent surrounding him at all times, to mix in with his. Jimin nodded and gulped at the confession. This many weeks in and Jimin's body started to retain more fat, becoming more soft than his usually rigid body. Jungkook clinged on more tightly.
It was by this time that Jimin needed him so much, so often, everywhere, anywhere, as deeply and intimately as possible. Jungkook couldn’t deny him, didn’t want to. He wouldn't crush the baby, Jimin told him so. Jungkook held onto him securely, steadied him as Jimin rode onto his cock. He kneaded the precious fats of Jimin's waist, his thighs, cradled his cheeks as Jimin cried once more. He kissed each and every tear away.
Months later and Jungkook is the one that cries first. The little girl in Jimin's arms has his nose, his big stupid nose as Jimin calls it, and he loves it. Loves her. The delicate new life that the both of them created. She looks so small, so unbelievably small and so much like Jimin that he can't help but cry. When he finally holds her he smiles through his tears, next to Jimin on the bed who offers him some tissues and laughs as if his own eyes aren’t red. Jungkook leans in and Jimin kisses his tears away.
The day that Jungkook comes to take them home, them, the biggest loves of his life, he keeps his promise not to cry again, this time he can only smile. In one arm he holds his newborn daughter, the hospital bag they prepared swung over one shoulder. He extends his other arm to his mate, his cheeks hurting from happiness when Jimin slots his fingers between his.
A little over two years ago neither of them thought that this could be them, that they could do this, but here they are now. Many many nights later, many conversations later and this was how their new adventure started. Jimin squeezes his hand in anticipation and Jungkook can’t help but plant a kiss on Jimin’s forehead, he’s ready to take their new life head on.
“Come on, let’s go home baby.”