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The frigid air from the aircon pumped onto Jimin, feathering his soft brown hair in various directions as he sucked at the last of his watermelon popsicles.
When he reached the stick, he huffed and sat it on the nearby table and let his eyes fall on the TV flickering in front of him. At some point he’d turned on some let’s player’s minecraft video, but now he was watching someone do an ASMR chicken mukbang.
Instead of turning it off, he let it play and reached for his phone, swiping through some notifications.
Taehyung wanted to meet for lunch, but honestly the thought of being outside in the summer heat sounded unappealing. Especially when he was sweating just lying on the couch with the aircon on full blast.
“What do you say we tell him we’re staying in today?” Jimin murmured, rubbing at the slight swell of his stomach beneath his oversized shirt.
He wasn’t that far along yet, but it was enough that his usually soft stomach was starting to round and firm to touch.
The pup inside of him was growing well, even if they were wreaking havoc on his internal body temperature--and bladder-- in the middle of one of the hottest summers in his lifetime.
With a smile, he sent a message declining Taehyung’s invite and received an immediate reply full of sulking emojis.
Taetae💓😊😊😊: ur lucky ur knocked up but once the pup comes, i’m draggin ur ass out for some sun
Jimin snorted and sent back a message of a meme of a remorseful looking cat, then got up from the couch, heading to the bathroom for the fifth time that day. When he came back, there was another message, but it wasn’t from Taehyung, but Jungkook.
Even after being together for almost eight years, something simple like a text message from Jungkook made his heart skip.
Like they only recently started dating and not like they were mated, married and expecting their first pup.
Kookie🍪😍😘👬👶: i’m owm home. U want me to pick up something? ive been thinkin about you all day <3
His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he gave the question some thought, sending back that he wouldn’t mind Jungkook bringing back more watermelon popsicles. After all, it was the only thing he’d wanted to eat for lunch, so he demolished the box they’d gotten in grocery delivery not even a week ago. He also sent a message with only heart emojis for good measure, then cleaned up the abandoned popsicle sticks and wrappers on the table.
Jimin wasn’t sure why but since the pup, his sense of smell heightened to an unbearable level and he smelled Jungkook the moment he stepped out the car in the parking lot. It wasn’t strong by any means, but caught a whiff of the subtle fresh, crisp apple and cinnamon smell that wafted off his mate. Again, his heart sped up and he grinned like an idiot, hovering around the kitchen aimlessly.
The keypad beeped and the door swung open, revealing Jungkook in a suit with his tie loosened around his neck and tangled with his work ID. In his hand, a bag with almost three boxes of watermelon popsicles.
He toed off his shoes at the door and walked inside, holding out the bag like an offering or gift.
“As you wished, your highness” Jungkook spoke, putting on a hilariously bad British accent. His face was completely serious and with one look at him, Jimin broke into laughter and took the bag, moving to put the boxes in the freezer. When he turned to put the plastic bag in the vinyl recycling bin, Jungkook was right there, grinning down at him.
With the plastic bag held close to his chest, Jungkook moved closer and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, wrapping his long arms around Jimin’s waist.
“Hmm, sweet. Like watermelon.”
Like clockwork, Jimin’s heart raced and he could feel the beginning of dampness between his legs.
“Missed you,” Jimin’s voice was soft as he kept Jungkook close, pulling him by his arm for another kiss that progressed until he was pressed into the counter. Jungkook’s scent wrapped around him like a warm blanket, so close and so thick, it gave him tunnel vision. The heat that had been coursing through his body the entire day culminated into something he knew all too well.
He was aroused. Now that his mate was within touching distance, it was like a switch flipped on inside of him and he could barely think straight.
Jimin had been warned about the possible mood changes and shifts that came with bearing pups, but he hadn’t expected it to be so intense. One moment he was laughing at Jungkook’s stupid accent, the next, he was soaking his shorts and itching for Jungkook to take him right there, against the kitchen counter.
Except that he wouldn’t. Now that Jimin was pregnant, Jungkook refused to take him anywhere he deemed wasn’t comfortable or safe for Jimin.
Gone were the days when they could barely contain themselves and fuck right in front the door or against it. Instead, Jungkook insisted on laying him down and taking him apart or propping him up on a mountain of pillows and eating him out until his vision was hazy and legs wouldn’t stop shaking. It was certainly nothing to complain about, especially when he saw how dark Jungkook’s eyes got whenever he caught the scent of Jimin’s heightened arousal.
Jungkook had even described it to him once when he asked if he smelled different, “like, there’s something beneath your usual scent, dragging me to re-stake my claim and keep you pregnant. Make you smell like me and protect you. It’s hard to explain without sounding insane.”
Which is why when Jimin’s hands trailed down Jungkook’s chest, popping buttons as he did so, Jungkook’s gaze remained glued on him. He could feel the weight of it as he toyed with Jungkook’s nipples, pulling a groan from him.
More noises came from him when Jimin looked up at him and leaned forward, taking a nub into his mouth and lightly biting. Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath and his grip on Jimin’s waist tightened.
“Jimin.” He loved when Jungkook called his name in his sweet voice, but he loved it just as much when it rumbled from his mouth, through gritted teeth and growled like a warning.
After this, there was no doubt that the shape of Jungkook’s hands would be etched into Jimin’s skin for days to come.
Jimin continued to litter light kisses around Jungkook’s nipples, then pulled away with the intent to further undress Jungkook.
“Bedroom, Jimin.” One of Jungkook’s hands left Jimin’s waist and curled lightly around his wrist, making Jimin look up again.
It was then that Jimin really took in how much he was affecting his mate. Jungkook’s pupils were blown, his nostrils were flaring and his scent was thick with arousal.
Rather than push more, Jimin nodded in agreement and Jungkook led him into the bedroom, carefully positioning Jimin on the bed before he pulled Jimin’s shirt over his head. His eyes settled on the slight swell of Jimin’s stomach and Jimin saw the bob of his adam’s apple in his throat.
“Are you going to stare at me all night?” Jimin asked, scooting from his place on the bed to pull down his damp underwear and shorts. When they were off, he tossed the garments right at Jungkook’s feet.
That made Jungkook finally look up from Jimin’s stomach and he shrugged off his own shirt, then yanked at his belt, pulling it loose before he stepped out his pants.
Excitement and arousal pumped through Jimin’s body as he watched Jungkook strip and when he was completely naked, Jimin spread his legs to show off how sticky his inner and upper thighs were.
A growl rolled from Jungkook’s throat and he stalked closer to the bed, his eyes darting from Jimin’s thighs, to his stomach, to Jimin’s face.
Jimin was definitely going to get what he wanted tonight and he hadn’t even had to try that hard.
Jungkook was rock hard, but he ignored it in favor of propping Jimin’s thighs up on his shoulder and alternated between nipping and licking at the sensitive skin on his inner thighs. When Jimin finally felt hot breath on his perineum, another gush of slick rushed from him and dampened Jungkook’s face.
It didn’t deter him though, because he pressed forward with a soft hum and proceeded to spread Jimin’s cheeks, circling his tongue around the entrance.
Soft moans and cries fluttered from Jimin’s lips when Jungkook’s tongue pressed into him, slurping at the onslaught of slick that seemed to come in waves.
The pregnancy not only made Jimin more sensitive emotionally, but also physically. So, it didn’t take long for him to come, shaking and lightly pulling at Jungkook’s hair as he did so. His cock twitched and shot hot white strands across his rounded belly.
Instead of waiting for Jimin to recover, Jungkook kept going, fucking Jimin with his tongue while he continued to shake and beg him to slow down. Jimin pulled Jungkook’s hair harder, but it only encouraged him to continue. When he slipped in a finger alongside his tongue and prodded at Jimin’s prostate, another orgasm racked Jimin’s body and his back arched off the bed.
More white pulsed from the tip of Jimin’s dick and he whined in a thin voice, “Kook-ah, wa-wait pl-please.”
Only then did Jungkook finally pull away from him, but not before he licked up the traces of Jimin’s release that decorated his skin. He also suckled on the tip of Jimin’s dick, getting every last remnant of come before he finally moved Jimin’s thighs from his shoulders.
Even after coming twice, Jimin clenched uselessly around nothing when he saw how sticky and wet with slick Jungkook’s face was.
The look in his eyes told Jimin he could probably stay down there and eat him out for several more rounds, but Jimin knew without even looking, that Jungkook was rock hard.
“Do you want me to knot you baby? Would you like that?”
This was supposed to be Jimin driving Jungkook crazy and getting what he wanted, but now the tables had turned and he was the one being driven. With an anxious swipe of his tongue on his lips, Jimin nodded and sat up more against the pillows stacked behind him.
Jungkook climbed further into the bed and hovered over Jimin, leaning down to give him soft and gentle kisses. His large hand cradled Jimin’s jaw and leaned down, delving deeper and deeper into Jimin’s giving mouth.
He could taste himself on Jungkook’s tongue and he welcomed it, sucking Jungkook’s tongue when it pressed into his mouth.
Breaking apart made Jimin’s eyes go misty and he stared up at Jungkook, dazed as he waited for what Jungkook would do next. Instead of settling between Jimin’s spread thighs, Jungkook softly guided Jimin to lie on his side.
“Something different?” Jimin asked, letting his body go pliant underneath Jungkook’s hands.
Jungkook settled behind him a few seconds later and put warm hands back on the dip in his hips, leaning so close, his lips touched the shell Jimin’s ear and sent a shiver down his back, “one of the hyungs told me this position is good for your back. If it gets too much, just tell me.”
Like earlier, Jimin’s heart skipped in his chest and he nodded, gasping when he felt Jungkook’s hips press forward and nestle his dick between his ass cheeks. He rubbed for what seemed like ages, coating his dick in the slick that lingered there before Jimin squirmed in Jungkook’s hold.
“Even when I’ve already bred you, you’re so anxious for more. I’m so lucky. I love my needy, Jiminnie.” A feeling akin to lightning shot up Jimin’s spine when Jungkook finally slipped inside of him, pushing and stretching him deliciously around his dick.
“Please, Jungkook,” Jimin begged, a small hand scrambling back to hold onto Jungkook’s muscled thigh as the man bottomed out, sans his knot.
He wasn’t in heat but it almost felt like he was as he felt the lines and ridges of Jungkook’s body pressed against his back. Jungkook’s hand snaked around until he grasped Jimin’s rapidly filling dick, stroking softly enough to stimulate but not enough to actually make him come.
His other hand reached to hold his thigh and pressed even closer to him, picking up his pace. The entire time, his face remained nestled in Jimin’s neck, whispering praises and gently teasing Jimin with his knot each time he failed to push it inside.
“You really want it?” Jungkook asked, already knowing the answer.
Had he not had his hand wrapped loosely around Jimin’s dick and so close to pushing his knot inside, Jimin might’ve given a bratty reply. As they were, Jimin just nodded and sunk his nails into Jungkook’s thigh, goading him to go faster and knot him.
When he felt Jungkook’s teeth sink into the place where his mating scar was, Jimin’s eyes rolled back and he pulsed in Jungkook’s loose fist, coming yet again. He clenched around Jungkook tightly and Jungkook moaned, the sound sending vibrations through Jimin’s whole body.
The hand Jungkook had around his cock was barely sticky, but he still used it to keep stroking Jimin past oversensitivity. It was also then that his knot finally slipped inside and Jimin let out a broken sob, pleading for Jungkook to come.
“Pl-ple-please. Kook-ah, ple-please. I wa-wan-want it so much.”
Jungkook’s grip on Jimin’s thigh tightened and he started to move faster. After several thrusts right against the bundle of nerves inside of Jimin, Jungkook’s hips stilled and spilled inside of Jimin with a groan muffled into Jimin’s neck.
Each burst of heat inside of him made Jimin moan and he lay there, feeling absolutely come drunk.
Jungkook’s hand let go of Jimin’s thigh and moved to his belly, rubbing it with satisfied sighs. Even the scent he was emitting was drenched with satisfaction and it lured Jimin into a comfortable sleep.
He probably emitted an identical underlying scent as he slept and could faintly feel Jungkook continuing to bury his nose in Jimin’s neck.
When Jimin woke up, his skin was no longer sticky and the covers were pulled up to chin. Jungkook happened to walk right by the bedroom as he sat up and smiled, dressed in a t-shirt and pajama pants.
“Hungry? I ordered your favorite chicken.” Jimin blinked a few times and nodded before he climbed from the bed and found the shirt he’d been wearing before.
From the moment he slipped out the bed, to him pulling on the oversized shirt, Jungkook watched him. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was once again staring at Jimin’s belly, his eyes shining with admiration and pride.
With the briefest tinge of lust.
Jimin cleared his throat as he ran his hands through his hair in the mirror, turning to playfully narrow his eyes at Jungkook, “you’ll have to wait until after I eat, alpha.”
Jungkook’s cheeks reddened and he nodded before walking, probably to get the food spread out.
Jimin rarely ever used the name outside of the bedroom, so it always pulled a reaction from Jungkook. He liked to keep it in his pocket at all times, because it was rare that Jimin could fluster his mate.
With a stretch to ease the tension gathering in the small of his back, Jimin walked into the living room and sat down at the small coffee table, eyeing the heavily sauced chicken, french fries and fried cheese balls laid out in front of him.
He needed all the energy he could get.