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Jimin was having a bad day. A bad week actually. Not only was he in charge of coordinating a Secret Santa program for the staff at his school and tasked with hosting his family’s first Christmas dinner (pre-divorce doesn’t count is what he told Jeongguk), he was also four-months pregnant.
“Well then, what possessed you to host this year?” Seokjin asked in exasperation over the phone.
“Excuse me for being excited to have everyone I love over!” Jimin sulked. “I haven’t seen you in forever! I’m getting married in a month, again and I just want one evening where we can all be together before the wedding prep hits.”
Seokjin snorted loudly, “Exactly, your wedding is in a month. You should be relaxing and looking at bridal magazines. Also, you know there’s no way on god’s green earth that Jeongguk is letting you do any of the heavy lifting for the wedding right, not when you’re carrying his spawn.”
“Don’t call my baby spawn!” Jimin huffed. “What is wrong with you? And Jeongguk will let me do whatever I want. He got me pregnant and he insisted we have the wedding before I give birth.”
“You weren’t exactly complaining when he did the deed,” Seokjin teased. “And you could have said no to the wedding if you really wanted to.”
“No, I couldn’t have,” Jimin groaned and fell back against his pillows. “Jeongguk’s such a traditionalist. He said his mom would kill him if he knocked me up out of wedlock, what was I supposed to do? It’s Christmas, he misses her the most around the holidays.”
“Wow, he really wanted to lock you down,” Seokjin snickered. “Pregnancy and using the dead mom card, call that two-factor authentication.”
“I hope your plane crashes,” Jimin said then immediately burst out crying. “No! I didn’t mean that! Oh my god, what if that actually happens and that’s the last thing I said to you? You better reschedule your flight - “
If Jimin wasn’t highly emotional due to hormone fluctuations, he would have heard Seokjin’s long suffering groan, “Jimin, it’s fine. Of course I know that you’re joking. You’re my best friend. Calm down and think about your blood pressure!”
Jimin sniffled and dabbed the corners of his eyes, “Sorry, I can’t help it.”
“I know,” Seokjin laughed. “You’re lucky you’re so cute. Listen, Secret Santa is easy. Just send everyone an email, pay for catering for the Christmas lunch and let your rich husband do the rest.”
“That sounds…nice,” Jimin admitted reluctantly.
“You can even put the food into your own dishes and no one will know you didn’t cook!” Seokjin offered.
Jimin snickered, “I’m really glad you’ll be here soon. I miss you. The kids miss you.”
“I’m really nervous,” Seokjin admitted. “I swear if you weren’t pregnant I may have skipped your wedding.”
“Hey!”
“I’ve already seen you get married once!”
“It’ll be okay, Jin,” Jimin said. “You’ve already seen Yoongi once, right? When he was in Japan on business?”
“Yeah,” Seokjin agreed. “It was still weird though. I thought I’d be over it by now.”
“Yeah, I used to think that about Jeongguk,” Jimin said. “You and I have a lot to talk about when you get here.”
“Do we have to?” Seokjin asked.
“I let you be for two years,” Jimin reminded him. “You stole the engagement ring you gave back to Yoongi from his house and left the country without saying goodbye to me or my kids. It’s time to come home and face the music.”
Seokjin sighed dramatically, “It was my ring anyway.”
“Will you stay?” Jimin asked tentatively.
“I could be convinced,” Seokjin said after a long pause.
“I’m glad,” Jimin rubbed his belly with a smile. “We miss you. Some more than others.”
The click of the front door told Jimin that he had about fifty seconds before his husband demanded all his attention.
“I got to go, Jin,” Jimin said. “The father of my spawn is here.”
Seokjin cackled and said goodbye.
“Where were you?” Jimin asked when he heard footsteps outside the hall.
Jeongguk peered around the door warily. He learned quickly that Jimin’s third pregnancy was rather violent.
“You sent me to get ice cream?” Jeongguk held up the packet and Jimin could see two tubs of what better be mint chocolate ice cream.
“Oh, yeah,” Jimin said. “What took you so long? Come over here.”
He grinned and bounded over, allowing himself to be pulled into bed and positioned as Jimin pleased. He cuddled his omega and stroked his hair.
“Missed me?” Jeongguk asked.
“Yeah,” Jimin tugged at the packet. “Feed me.”
Snorting, his husband pulled out a tub of double-chocolate mint ice cream - god he was so getting laid tonight - and a spoon and fed him slowly.
“Seokjin called,” Jimin said between bites.
“Oh yeah, he booked his flights yet?” Jeongguk asked, wiping at a stray drop of ice cream on Jimin’s lips.
“Hmm, but he’s out of it, I hope he doesn’t bolt,” Jimin said.
“He’s been like that since he saw Yoongi in Japan last year,” Jeongguk said. “You know Yoongi still won’t tell me what happened between them that weekend.”
“You don’t think…”
“What if they…
They exchanged scandalized looks.
“They totally fucked,” Jimin said, patting Jeongguk’s arm for another spoon of ice cream.
“That would explain why Namjoon was so miserable back then,” Jeongguk mused.
“Why can’t those three be normal like us?” Jimin rolled his eyes.
Jeongguk looked at him fondly, “Like us?”
Jimin nodded.
“Us with our second marriage and third child, unplanned by the way - “
“I would argue that you knew exactly what you were doing when you got me pregnant,” Jimin pointed out.
“I would argue that you let me carry out my plans with no complaints,” Jeongguk smirked
“Us with our second marriage and third planned child,” Jimin conceded with a grin.
“Oh, that was a point in your favor, clever,” Jeongguk pouted and took a bite of ice cream.
“That’s mine,” Jimin sulked. “I’m making you a baby. You can’t have your ice cream and eat it too.”
Jeongguk looked guilty and tried pushing the ice cream tub into Jimin’s hands with apologies. Jimin giggled and shoved another spoonful back into his mouth.
“I’m kidding, you fool,” Jimin pecked his lips, cooing when Jeongguk pouted again. “You’re so cute. Eat as much as you want. Why are you so ripped anyway, don’t you know I’m pregnant and you’re not allowed to look this hot?”
Watching his husband’s eyes darken like clockwork at his bait made Jimin feel incredibly powerful.
“But I should look good for you, right?” Jeongguk pulled Jimin onto his lap, eyes dropping down his body languidly. “So you can use me anytime you want and be satisfied. You know what you get like when you’re pregnant.”
Jimin’s heart stuttered at the feel of calloused hands slipping under his sleep shirt and slowly moving up and down his sides without lifting the fabric.
“What do I get like?” he asked cheekily.
“Greedy,” Jeongguk pulled closer, slipping his tongue into his mouth and groaning at the contact.
It was true, Jimin, if possible, became outrageously horny whenever he was pregnant. When he was pregnant with Taehyung, there was a week that he used his alpha so vigorously that Jeongguk had to get an IV drip at the hospital and it was even worse with Hoseok.
This time, he experienced it tenfold. Every waking moment was torture. Jeongguk let his company in the good hands of his staff, and spent most days at home catering to Jimin’s every whim and taking care of Hoseok and Taehyung.
This took a huge load off Jimin’s shoulders, especially since he was still working as a teacher and only recently went on winter holidays. It was also very convenient because having his very sexy and loving husband accessible to him at all hours of the day meant the first few months of his pregnancy was full of raunchy lovemaking on every available surface.
This fizzled out slightly in the last few months. Jimin knew Jeongguk would never push him for sex, if anything, Jeongguk would go celibate for the entire pregnancy if he asked, but he knew his alpha would get worried if Jimin kept refusing, especially since it was usually him initiating.
“Not now, baby,” Jimin whispered in his ear.
Jeongguk shivered under his husband’s breath, but nodded in understanding, “Boys will be home soon.”
Jimin knew that Jeongguk was giving him an out. They had sex with much shorter time frames and much more urgent matters pending, but he accepted it anyway. His alpha would pry it out of him eventually.
“I’ll get supper ready,” Jeongguk kissed him again, softer this time, hugging him tenderly.
He swiped at Jimin’s nose playfully when he pulled back, and guilt bubbled in his gut.
“I love you,” Jimin called to him.
Looking back in surprise, Jeongguk looked like he was going to ask a question Jimin wasn’t ready to answer.
“I’m okay,” Jimin assured him. “I just felt like I loved you a lot at that moment.”
Jeongguk came back, knelt beside him and scented him softly, “Love you too, baby.”
When he left the room, Jimin got up and stood before the mirror, pulling up his sleep shirt to examine the dark stretchmarks on his belly - a new feature of pregnancy that he never experienced before. It was frightening and it reminded him that he wasn’t getting any younger.
He fingered the angry, red tears, tears welling in his eyes. It was silly of him. Deep down he knew that Jeongguk wouldn’t care if he had stretchmarks. Right? He wouldn’t?
Infuriatingly, Jeongguk kept up his training like he was aiming to compete in the Olympics, saying that he needed to keep fit so he could be a good dad and husband. His body was as chiselled as ever and he was constantly flirted with everywhere they went.
Jimin was only four months pregnant but he already felt as huge as a blimp and his emotions were all over the place. Not to mention everything he was dealing with at the moment, like his pending nuptials, Seokjin’s return, Hoseok’s tumultuous relationship with Nayeon that seemed like it wouldn’t reach the four month mark, and Taehyung’s poorly hidden jealousy over the new baby.
A flutter in his belly drew his attention deeper.
Jimin smiled at his reflection and his hand still over his belly.
“You’re excited to get here? Me too, honey. You’re worth all the stretchmarks in the world.”
X X X
Jimin should have known better than to try and hide anything from his alpha. Jeongguk was like a hound dog when he thought something was wrong and Jimin couldn’t exactly blame him. Not after the divorce.
It only took a few days before his husband weaseled the problem out of him, resorting to pouting and puppy dog eyes to properly communicate his worry.
“It’s nothing, I swear!” Jimin tried brushing it off but Jeongguk threatened a doctor's visit with Namjoon and that had won in the end.
They were alone on the couch, the kids were sleeping over at Yoongi and Namjoon’s, Jeongguk was shirtless and Jimin was weak.
“Ihavestretchmarks!”
“Huh?”
Jimin glared at him then whined and buried his face against Jeongguk’s shoulder.
“I have…stretchmarks,” Jimin said slowly.
Jeongguk rubbed his back gently, “Yes, I know.”
He looked up in alarm, “How?”
The alpha gaped at him, “What do you mean how? I’m always perving out on you when you’re changing and you couldn’t get out of the bathtub last night so you called me!”
“But you weren’t wearing your glasses!” Jimin flushed deeply.
Jeongguk chuckled and kissed his cheek, “Babe, I’m near-sighted, not blind.”
“But you didn’t say anything!” Jimin yelped.
‘Why would I?”
“They’re ugly!” Jimin blurted out.
It wasn’t often that annoyance flashed over Jeongguk’s face. If anything, his alpha had the patience of a saint. He would comfort Jimin during his irrational meltdowns, and cuddle him even when he was acting like a brat.
This time however, he was really mad, and Jimin couldn’t help but tear up.
“Hey, hey, hey, I’m sorry,” Jeongguk pulled him onto his lap. “I didn’t mean that!”
“You’re mad at me!” Jimin wailed.
“Aw, baby, no,” Jeongguk rocked him back and forth. “You’re just a little silly sometimes but I’m not mad.”
“But you looked mad!”
“I’m sorry,” Jeongguk lifted his chin up and wiped his tears with his thumb, “God, you’re pretty. Look at you.”
“I’m sorry,” Jimin whined.
“I don’t care if you have stretchmarks, honey,” Jeongguk kissed his cheek softly, then his other cheek, then his forehead. “You’re perfect to me. I’m crazy about you. I’m hard right now.”
“You’re weird,” Jimin sniffed, but acknowledged that his husband was indeed rock solid under his thigh.
“For you,” Jeongguk grinned. “Is this why you’ve been distant? I’ve been going crazy, Jimin. I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”
Jimin shook his head, “I do! Oh, Jeongguk!”
His bottom lip trembled and the residual guilt over their two year separation hurtled to the surface. Sensing another meltdown, Jeongguk pressed their lips together, kissing him firmly, chasing away the bad thoughts.
“Jimin,” he pulled back a hair’s breadth. “I never thought you would ever kiss me again. I spent all my time agonizing, trying to remember what your lips felt like, and how soft your skin was under my palms. The first time I got black out drunk was because I forgot where exactly the mole on your arm was.”
Jimin was warm under his husband’s hands and words.
“I can’t believe I get to have you like this,” he said, slipping his hand into Jimin’s hair, growing faster now that he was pregnant. “I don’t take a single thing about you for granted. Not the flutter of your eyelashes against my face when we kiss. Not the warmth of your nape when I hold you close at night.”
Slick oozed from his hole, dampening Jeongguk’s trousers.
“If there is something new about your body, I will learn it and love it like I do every inch of you,” he promised. “You are the most beautiful person in the world.”
The heat between them was scalding. Jimin’s eyes darted back and forth, but he only found love in his alpha’s eyes - adoration, acceptance, admiration, unbridled lust and love.
He shoved Jeongguk back against the couch and ripped off his own night shirt. The alpha’s scent spiked and the air felt thick around them like a humid day, clouded with the overpowering pheromones of an aroused alpha.
Jeongguk looked up, gaze burning against Jimin’s body as he examined him, taking in the swollen nipples and small bump of his belly, the dark stretch marks and widened hips.
“Fuck,” he groaned when Jimin shuffled closer, grinding against his length.
“Jeongguk,” Jimin pawed at him, biting on his collarbones, clawing at his abdomen and marking him with his nails and scent. “I need you, now - “
Before he could finish his sentence, Jimin was on his back, and Jeongguk was lapping slick directly from his hole, moaning loudly like a man dying of thirst. The roughness of his tongue and the hypersensitivity of his rim made Jimin choke out a gasp.
“Ah! Jeongguk I -”
A finger slipped in but Jeongguk’s mouth never left the puffy rum, slurping and teasing to his heart's content until Jimin was sobbing in need.
“Please, please, please, inside me!” he begged. “I need it, I can take it.”
Jeongguk rested his head against Jimin’s thigh with a deep breath, “You sound so…”
“Baby, please,” Jimin clutched at the alpha’s forearm, clenching his hole tightly as a promise.
Jeongguk ghosted his palm over Jimin’s belly, “I’ll be careful.”
“I want it rough,” Jimin swung his legs around Jeongguk’s waist, pulling him closer and trying his best to maneuver his cock against his hole.
“It really has been a while,” Jeongguk ignored him and moved his hand further up to his chest, where he cupped Jimin’s modest chest.
“Oh!” Thighs tightening around his husband, Jimin froze as Jeongguk kept squeezing his swollen tit, fascinated by the milky liquid oozing from his nipples. “Don’t it’s - AHH!“
A particularly hard squeeze made Jimin cry out loud and squirt breast milk from his nipple like a fountain. When the white spots in his vision stopped dancing he saw a familiar sight - his alpha’s face dripping in milk, tongue darting out to taste as it dripped down his face, eyes fully red.
“Fuck me first!” Jimin demanded. “Don’t you dare - ah!”
Jeongguk buried his face against Jimin’s breast, lapping and sucking at the leaking teat like a starving infant, occasionally nibbling on the perky nipple.
“Worse than a pup,” Jimin grumbled, but knowing he secretly enjoyed the way Jeongguk devoured him.
It was turning him on to watch his alpha descend into madness, held between Jimin’s warm thighs, gripping his waist and suckling on his breast. He was still careful to hover his weight over Jimin’s belly and the thought warmed his heart. Jeongguk was the best alpha he could have ever asked for.
Wet beyond belief, Jimin cupped his other breast, already leaking profusely, and whispered into his alpha’s ear, “You’re wasting, pup.”
Jeongguk switched breasts quickly. Jimin could feel a cool rush of air on his abandoned nipple and it stiffened. Fuck that looked good.
Jimin looked good.
Covered in a sheen of sweat, he glowed under the dim light of the lamp, and his stiff nipple, still spurting milk, looked like Jeongguk’s wet dreams - Jimin knew because they were very specific.
He was so happy that he could cry. He hadn’t felt beautiful or desirable in such a long time but Jeongguk was so genuine he had no choice but to accept how wanted and adored he was. Suddenly, his urges were uncontrollable.
“Jeongguk, I can’t take it anymore,” he sobbed. “I need you right now!”
The alpha looked up, dazed and mouth messy with milk, like a kitten without a thought in its head.
Jimin thrashed in his arms, raising his hips and whining, “Alpha, want you now!”
Warm leather soothed him momentarily, but it was long enough for Jeongguk to slide the entirety of his length inside Jimin. They groaned in unison. Jimin clenched down hard, not wanting to lose the delicious stretch that was splitting him open.
“Jesus fucking - oh my god,” Jeongguk groaned low in his ear. “Shit, cut me some slack, I need my dick back to fuck you.”
“You feel so good inside me,” Jimin was well and truly gone.
Jeongguk was hazy in his vision and he was sure there was drool leaking out of his mouth, but the dick was just that good. He felt the alpha attempt to pull out but Jimin gripped him tighter.
“Need you deep,” he mumbled.
Jeongguk collapsed on his shoulder, still mindful of their unborn child, breathing heavily and indulging him for as long as he could.
Jimin felt wonderful, full of cock and sated and gorgeous and loved. They lay like that for a while, Jimin sucking purple marks into Jeongguk’s neck vengefully, daring another omega to sniff around what was his now, while he poor alpha tried his best not to bust his load with every slip of Jimin’s warm walls around his cock.
“Baby, I can’t, please - “
“Fuck me,” Jimin permitted and the next second moved about a foot up the couch when Jeongguk slammed into him.
“Sorry!” the alpha apologized.
“Again!” Jimin demanded.
“Not you! The baby!”
The next thrust was less forceful but the stretch was still as amazing as the first time. Jeongguk set a fast pace, lifting Jimin’s body by his ass to reach the best angle to rub against the spongy flesh inside.
“Ah! Ah! Fuck!”
Being pent up for so long and the raw, burning desire mounting between them meant that Jimin came hard and fast, squirting from his hole and cock, dousing the couch and his husband with his slick.
This only seemed to spur Jeongguk on further, and the alpha pounded his ass, holding his thighs up and watching lewdly as his cock was swallowed again and again by his omega’s accommodating hole.
Jimin, being fucked well into his orgasm, was moaning louder and louder and drew Jeongguk’s eyes away from where they were attached. His alpha’s red eyes bored into his own, before dropping down his body. His thrusts turned shallow and erratic and Jimin’s heart soared.
It had been so long since he was filled to the brim with a warm load.
“Deep inside, baby,” Jimin begged. “Fill me up.”
Jeongguk slammed balls deep inside, spraying his insides like a fire hose. Jimin felt warm ropes of come paint his inner walls and he sighed happily. He wondered if Jeongguk would wear a Santa suit if he asked.
Merry fucking Christmas to him.