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The muffled chirping of birds in the background.
The sweet scent of tangerines and coffee.
Soft silk white sheets against his skin.
Warm summer breeze.
Ocean, love.
Namjoon slowly opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the light of the day. They had slept in again. He smiled to himself and let out a soft yawn as he turned around. Still feeling the world around him like a dream. Numb and slow.
Next to him there he was. With his dark eyelashes shut, rose cheeks that seemed to be painted over the perfect white canvas that was his skin. His black hair was messy and fell on his forehead. Namjoon smiled as he leaned closer, doing his best not to wake him up.
Yoongi was curled on his side, facing him. His hands seemed so tiny, Namjoon wanted to grab them, interlace their fingers, but, something about this moment. About Yoongi peacefully sleeping, breathing softly in and out kept him in trance. His miracle.
Namjoon couldn’t help himself and leaned closer to smell his scent. It had changed.
The coffee had softened and the tangerines had turned sweeter. Namjoon felt his mouth water, wanting to taste him. He grabbed onto the sheets and slowly leaned his nose against Yoongi’s scent gland to take a deep breath. It smelled so good, so syrupy, so tasty.
He opened his eyes following a soft laugh. Yoongi was awake, looking at him with eyes as crescents, a big smile on his lips.
“Morning,” he whispered.
Yoongi was awake and that’s all the information Namjoon needed to let his hands wander around Yoongi’s arms, caressing every little piece of skin he could. With a light touch, his hand wandered. Yoongi’s scent spiked and Namjoon kissed his neck softly, right on his scent gland.
“Morning,” Namjoon’s hands were petting Yoongi’s back, reaching slowly for the end of his spine, tracing his fingers up and down. “you smell so good.”
“Do I?” Yoongi smirked knowingly before getting closer to kiss him on the lips. His lips were dry from the long night’s sleep. Namjoon smiled against their kiss, even wider when Yoongi laid on his back.
There it was, a small bump under his belly button. So small, so incredibly amazing. Namjoon’s hand fell softly over it as he caressed Yoongi’s belly. Their little miracle.
Everyone told them it would be impossible to get it. After all, they were both intersex omega’s, a rare pair to get a successful pregnancy. They had tried for months, both of them, endless marathons, temperature measurements, hormonal calendars, fertility tests… all of it, all of it for that small bump. Their small bump of hope. Namjoon touched it softly, lost in thought, feeling too overwhelmed by the joy and the fear.
“I love you.” It came out easy. He had said it plenty of times. He had said it so much and each time it held more meaning. The words didn’t feel like enough, definitely not to express all he was feeling, but they were the first thing in his mouth, the only thing he had to say.
“I love you too.” Yoongi let go in a sigh. He was so perfect, so round and safe and wonderful.
Namjoon dug his nose into his neck and took a deep breath. His hands were on his belly, instinctively traveling between Yoongi’s thighs. Namjoon kissed his scent gland and felt the dampness in his hand. He hummed as he bit his neck and Yoongi moaned. They had to be careful, take it easy. Namjoon kissed his neck again, up to his jaw and ear, and then back to his lips.
They kissed as Yoongi felt more awake, moving his own hands around Namjoon’s arms, his torso, his back. He was an endless pool of honey skin, thin and soft. Yoongi smiled, breaking their kiss with a big grin on his face.
“Do I really smell good?” Yoongi was smiling wide, happy and proud. Namjoon mirrored his happiness and nodded fast.
“You really smell amazing, so good, I want to-” Namjoon blushed, hiding his embarrassment in Yoongi’s neck, trying to steady himself by his scent, his heart was beating fast.
“You can touch me Joonah,” Yoongi whispered roughly. “I want you to.”
Namjoon kissed him again, slowly, positioning himself between Yoongi’s legs. He started kissing his neck, his collarbones, his nipples. Each kiss left a faint red mark on his skin, like a painting, Namjoon wanted to paint him pink, paint him whole.
Namjoon’s hands were on his thighs as he pushed them apart. He stopped at Yoongi’s belly, almost afraid, kissing it gentler, almost not touching it. His kisses gave Yoongi goosebumps and he giggled as Namjoon’s mouth reached his cocklet.
Yoongi’s cocklet was small and cute, now red and hard, Namjoon kissed it softly, letting the precum paint his lips. When he liked it Yoongi cursed and grabbed him by the hair. Namjoon smiled.
“You taste better too.”
If it was even possible. Pregnancy had made Yoongi softer, cuter, and tastier. Namjoon found it hard not to be touching him at all times, not to be eating him at all times. He put the cocklet in his mouth and sucked him softly, tracing his fingers lazily on the edge of his wet pussy, letting the slick coat his fingers.
Yoongi moaned and yelped, pulling Namjoon’s hair when he felt overwhelmed, pushing his face in when he was close to coming. When Yoongi grabbed him hard, pulling his head towards his heat, Namjoon sucked quicker, faster, making the eldest omega cum into his mouth, letting the taste cover his senses. It all tasted like Yoongi, there was only Yoongi. Namjoon drank from him like a fountain and kissed his pussy softly, licking his lips.
Namjoon was hard, his earthy wooden scent filled with arousal. He knew Yoongi could smell it, the slick pouring down his thighs. Namjoon let one of his hands travel down and touched himself slowly. Yoongi was breathless, looking at him with a smile.
“You can…” Yoongi opened his legs inviting, Namjoon got between them but shook his head.
“I don’t want to hurt you, or… you know.”
They still hadn’t addressed it yet. Not a baby, just a hope. It was still early. So many things could go wrong, Namjoon felt his anxiety peak all of a sudden. The small bump, so hard to get, their little…
“You won’t hurt us,” Yoongi reassured him, with a smile he pushed him closer. “You really won’t.”
Namjoon’s cocklet wasn’t much bigger than Yoongi’s, but he still felt insecure. Yoongi grabbed his hand and held it tight, holding his gaze. Yoongi knew better, he always did. Namjoon trusted him. He took a deep breath, leaning to kiss him.
“Are you really sure?” Namjoon whispered against his ear. He felt too pent up, red and needy.
“I’m sure Joonah, breed me.” Yoongi let out in a raspy voice.
When Namjoon entered him he was careful not to drop his body weight over him. He held Yoongi’s legs and slowly pushed in and out. Yoongi was hard again, leaking more delicious slick, mixing it with his own.
“Baby- please-, don’t stop!” Yoongi begged with his eyes closed as Namjoon picked up his pace, feeling Yoongi’s walls clench around him, sucking him in.
“Take, take it all,” Namjoon groaned as he came inside his husband, filling him up the best as he could, keeping himself still the best as he could, given the fact he didn’t have a knot.
Namjoon dropped himself next to Yoongi and leaned forward to kiss him. He kissed him and petted his arms as their both caught their breaths. It wasn’t too late to go for a walk, the sun was almost at its peak. They could go to the park, or stay in bed. The latter sounded so tempting.
Namjoon held Yoongi against his chest and hummed softly as they both settled into the morning light.
“I really hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“We’re fine,” Yoongi laughed. We . Namjoon couldn’t hold back his smile. Their we .
“You are,” Namjoon stated. They were good, they were going to be just fine.
They hugged for a while and Namjoon started to chuckle.
“What?” Yoongi looked up at him, amused by the sudden happiness.
“Nothing, I just…” Namjoon took a deep breath and stared down at Yoongi for a short moment before he spoke. “I just pictured how it would have been if I was the one carrying it. I would be so scared all the time.” Yoongi was brave, he was smart and brave and safe. What if Namjoon couldn’t fulfill his part? The thought worried him sometimes.
“We can still keep trying you know? After this one,” Yoongi kissed his cheek. “You would be good like you always are to me. I would be the one scared.”
Namjoon frowned.
“Why would you?” There was nothing on top of Namjoon’s head that could scare Yoongi in any possible way. He was the strongest man he knew, the more fearless. Yoongi took a deep breath.
“I would have to safe proof the house twice, make sure you didn’t trip or cut yourself, I-”
“I’m not that clumsy!” Namjoon laughed, feeling lighter by the image. “I would be careful.”
“I know you would, I’m just… grateful, for the first one, aren’t you?”
“The first bump.”
Yoongi smiled, spooning Namjoon as best as he could.
“Our first bump.”
Because no matter how it went, Namjoon was certain. They would make it work. They would make the impossible happen because together the word impossible was temporary, not a fact, but a potential. Nothing was impossible. They would be fine.