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His feet? 

They hurt. 

His ankles?

They’re swollen. 

His belly? 

It’s big. 

Taehuyng is pregnant. Ridiculously so. His belly protrudes so far out that he can barely see his feet at this point. Yes...Yoongi certainly made good on his promise to fuck him full and breed him. Not that he’s complaining, of course. 

Taehyung is, for the most part, happily pregnant. 

His family on the other hand...they are happy now but they hadn't always been. They hadn’t been so happy upon receiving the news. Neither was Yoongi’s family. 

It wasn’t like they weren’t supportive or that they were unhappy that the two had finally gotten together. No, far from it. In fact, they were entirely and completely overjoyed to find out that Taehyung and Yoongi had finally (read: finally) decided to speak up about their feelings for one another. 

“But there’s a proper order to things.”Is what they had kept repeating to the new couple. 

“You two went from oblivious idiots to pregnant idiots.”

That last one came from Seokjin. 

Which was...fair. But ironic considering that he had jumped Jungkook’s bones the moment he’d laid eyes on him. Of course, it’s not like Jungkook had gotten pregnant right away (hence the part about it being fair) but still, Seokjin has a lot of nerve considering he couldn’t keep it in his pants either. 

After one long week of nagging and lecturing, their families had finally decided that the couple had gotten a good enough scolding. They quickly began to fawn over Taehyung, praising the Omega for his pregnancy glow and began helping the couple get set up for their life together. 

So now Taehyung and Yoongi are, essentially, married. 

Not legally. Not in the eyes of the law, but within their pack they are and that’s what matters to them the most. 

Now, after Taehyung’s parents helped them to get a nice apartment, they live together. Their parents each take turns sending over food for the couple to eat. 

Yoongi grumbles about them being too pampered but when Taehyung mentions that their response could be the exact opposite...well, Yoongi can’t help but to nod and agree. 

Their help comes in handy though. In fact, Taehyung doesn't know what he'd do without it. He's so pregnant now that it’s ridiculous. He can barely do anything for himself and while his parents and friends coo, it frustrates him immensely. 

What frustrates him even more is the fact that no one―no one told him that becoming pregnant would make him exponentially more horny. He thought he’d had it bad during his heat but that was absolutely nothing compared to this. 

His pussy aches for Yoongi’s cock. 

Some nights he wakes up with his fingers toying with his sensitive nipples. 

It’s ridiculous! 

But what makes it frustrating is the fact that Yoongi doesn’t touch him. Like, at all. 

He still hugs Taehyung. Still holds his hands, but even kisses are short lived. 

Does he find Taehyung unattractive now? Does he no longer love him? 

Taehyung knows that he should just come right out and ask Yoongi―that keeping these depressing thoughts to himself are doing nothing but hurting his own feelings―but he’s scared. What if Yoongi says that yes, he no longer loves Taehyung or finds him attractive. Or...what if he says something worse, like he regrets getting him pregnant? 

It would downright destroy Taehyung. 

“You okay, Tae-ah?”Yoongi asks as he comes up behind him. 

Taehyung blinks and comes out from his thoughts. His hands are rubbing at his large belly and, unbeknownst to himself, he’d been staring at the wall. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.”Taehyung answers him. He bites into his bottom lip and hopes that Yoongi will believe his lie. His worries are heightened when Yoongi’s brows furrow and he opens his mouth like he’s about to say something. 

The sound of the doorbell ringing cuts him off. 

“Oh look,”Taehyung says, “The guests are probably here now.” 

He scurries off, leaving Yoongi behind in their bedroom as he goes to the front door. On his way there he scolds himself for allowing himself to dampen the mood today, of all days. 

Because today is the day of the baby shower. The day where their friends and families are to convene in their home with the purpose of celebrating the expected birth of their child! This is not a time to be sad. This is not a time to be distracted by such sad thoughts. 

So, just as Taehyung reaches the front door, he quickly pats at his cheeks as if slapping the bad thoughts away. 

“Congratulations!”Seokjin and Jimin scream as soon as he opens the door. Jungkook jumps out behind them and throws confetti, letting it rain down on Taehyung. 

To say he is surprised by their entrance would be an understatement, and yet he is somehow not surprised at all. This is a very them thing to do. 

“Hyung isn’t gonna like all this confetti on the floor.”Taehyung says with a smile as they enter. 

“Well he’s just gonna have to deal with it.”Seokjn tells him. He then turns to his mate and smiles.
“Kookie, once more!” 

And so, once more, Jungkook throws confetti over Taehyung. Thankfully, neither him nor Seokjin have any kind of noise makers...but that doesn't stop them both from mimicking the sound as they enter into his home. 

“Where the hell is he pulling that out of?”

“I’ve been wondering the same thing.”Namjoon says as he enters the apartment. He, like the others before him, give Taehyung a quick hug along with his greetings before going to the living room. 

Taehyung and Hoseok stand face to face. Neither one of them say anything. 

“Uhh…”Hoseok mutters. His cheeks are a flaming red and he can’t seem to look at Taehyung properly. Truthfully, Taehyung can’t look at him properly either. “Congrats.” 

“Thanks.” 

He opts out of going in for a hug and to say that Taehyung is thankful would be an understatement. 

They’d been pretty good friends before―and still are for the most part―but the larger his belly grows the redder Hoseok’s cheeks get. On one occasion Taehyung noticed him staring directly at his belly when he thought he wasn’t paying attention. 

He’d also noticed that Hoseok was half hard. 

Whether or not it was because he’d been remembering the events that had led to his large belly is unclear to Taehyung. Not like he was going to ask of course. But, ever since then, things have been super awkward between them. 

Taehyung is about to close the door when a familiar squeal stops him. 

“Hello mom.” 

-:- 

The baby shower wasn’t supposed to last for too long. It was supposed to be a small, intimate get-together with their loved ones. 

But then Jimin had opened up a bottle of champagne. And then Taehyung’s mother opened up another one. And then Seokjin opened one up after that. 

Of course Taehyung couldn’t partake. He stuck to sparkling apple cider the entire time and Yoongi, possibly out of solidarity, did too. 

Everyone else got delightfully buzzed and chattered all afternoon. 

Seokjin and Jimin gossiped most of the time away with Taehyung and Yoongi’s mothers. The four of them seemed to have an absolute blast and, if Taehyung is not mistaken, they even exchanged numbers and promised to go out for brunch sometime soon. 

Hoseok, for his part, was friendly enough. He talked to Taehyung a bit but he mostly conversed with the others. Which was fine...Taehyung struggled so hard to keep himself from blushing every time they spoke to one another. But besides the awkward air between Taehyung and Hoseok, everyone seemed to get along just fine. They all talked and joked and laughed the day away. Which was fine...until Taehyung started to get tired. 

But if all of that wasn’t enough, there was a mountain of presents (mainly from their parents) that, apparently, needed to be opened right then and there. Yoongi’s mother and his own were tipsy at this point and every time they opened a present, the two women made them pose as they took pictures. 

Throughout all of it though, Yoongi remained a respectful distance away from Taehyung and only ever held his hand. 

At one point Taehyung had tried to sit in his lap but Yoongi rather smoothly and inconspicuously rejected that and played it off by hugging him from the back. 

No one noticed.

Except for Taehyung. 

After that though, the evening became a bit less fun despite his desperate attempts to keep himself from getting down. 

Now though, as the last of their guests leave, he’s tired. 

Very tired. 

“How is it that everyone we know loves to talk so much?”Yoongi jokes as the two of them begin cleaning up. 

Taehyung attempts to gather the wrapping paper that had been strewn about. It’s a difficult task because of his stomach so he ends up just kicking everything into a pile with his feet. 

“I don’t think the champagne helped any.”He says, snorting as he thinks about the way the alcohol loosened everyone’s lips. 

“Remind me to never allow our mothers to drink with Jin hyung and Jimin ever again.”

“Good luck with that, I think they’ve become best friends.” 

Yoongi rolls his eyes at that. 

He cleans away the leftovers of the party games they’d played and then walks over to Taehyung, cleaning up the wrapping paper that he had failed to take care of. 

“Sorry,”Taehyung mutters. “I tried but…” 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

“How can I not?”Taehyung asks and for a second he realizes that he’s become a bit more emotional than he’d intended. He masquerades this by chuckling. “I’ve become so round and useless.” 

Yoongi’s movements stutter but Taehyung doesn’t notice. 

“You have not.”He says.

Taehyung’s hands run over his belly. He lets out another forced chuckle. “I have but it’s okay hyung, you don’t have to lie. My ankles are so swollen it’s almost comical. I can barely walk without losing my breath too.” 

Yoongi throws the wrapping paper into a new garbage bag and begins clearing away the plastic, decorative plates that everyone had been eating off of. 

“You’re pregnant Tae, that’s to be expected. The doctor even said so.” 

“Yeah, but they’d said nothing about how gross I’d feel about my body…” 

It was meant to be another joke, but the more Taehyung talks the less he feels like joking. The more he talks the more his insecurities begin to fall out of his mouth. 

He doesn’t notice the way Yoongi’s back tenses. Nor does he notice the way his mate has gone silent. Taehyung has retreated into his head and is now going over all of the insecurities and worries that he had tried so desperately to ignore. 

“You know, if you need to see another Omega on the side I’d understand.” 

One second Yoongi had been bent with his back turned to Taehyung, cleaning off their coffee table, and then next second he’s right in front of Taehynug’s face. He holds Taehyung’s chin tightly, keeping him from looking anywhere but at Yoongi. 

“Don’t ever say that again.” 

Taehyung goes rigid. Yoongi’s voice is stern and though he isn’t exerting his dominance through pheromones he might as well be with the way Taehyung is feeling a very natural, instinctive urge to submit to him. 

“I―” 

“If the next thing out of your mouth isn’t ‘Yes, Alpha’ I don’t want to hear it.” 

Taehyung bites into his bottom lip. 

Everything in his body is telling him to listen and submit to Yoongi and his command, but there’s also a part of him that can’t help but listen to the voice in his head that has been nagging him for so long. 

“But…”He murmurs, casting his eyes away from Yoongi’s intense gaze. “I just feel so ugly and gross. I just feel so unsexy.”

Yoongi adjusts so now he is holding Taehyung’s face with both hands. Now he really can’t look anywhere but Yoongi’s eyes. 

“Unsexy? I don’t know how you can feel so unsexy, baby. I’ve been trying so hard to not fuck you senseless for so long now.” 

“I―what ?”Taehyung feels like he hasn’t heard Yoongi right. Certainly, he must have heard him wrong because there is no way that he just said that he’s been trying to not fuck him. “You’re just...you’re just saying that, aren’t you?” 

Yoongi’s hands fall from his face. One hand finds its way to the curve of his ass while the other rests directly on his chest which, due to his pregnancy, also began to protrude. 

“Seeing you like this, carrying my child, is so fucking sexy Tae-ah. I’ve been doing my best to not bend you over and fuck you stupid because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything like that.” 

This… 

Taehyung feels like he’s been hit over the head. There’s no way. Absolutely no way that he’s been brewing on, what appears to be, baseless insecurities for months now. 

“But you stopped touching me!”He says, trying hard to make sense of it all. “And when I wanted to sit on your lap today you brushed me off and rejected me.” 

“Tae-ah, if you sat in my lap I would’ve stripped you down and fucked you in front of all of our loved ones.”Yoongi replies. His fingers manage to locate Taehyung’s nipples through his shirt and the bra he’s begun to wear. “You would’ve never forgiven me if that happened...considering just how awkward you and Hobi are now.” 

That’s…that’s true. 

“So you still love me? You still find me attractive?” 

Yoongi plants a soft, light kiss on Taehyung’s neck. And then another one. And another. He leaves a trail of kisses going up his neck, heading straight for Taehyung’s lips. 

“It seems like despite trying to make you feel comfortable I’ve done the exact opposite.”He says as his lips graze Taehyung’s. “My mistake baby, I should’ve done a better job of showing you just how much I love you.” 

Taehyung wants to tell him that it’s his fault for not being upfront and honest about his thoughts and insecurities. If he had, they could have confronted this problem ages ago. He can’t though, because Yoongi is kissing him. 

And not just a quick, soft peck like the ones he’s been giving him the past couple of weeks. 

No. 

He pulls Taehyung in and works his mouth open, slipping his tongue into Taehyung’s mouth as one hand kneads Taehyung’s chest and the other manhandles his ass. 

The moan he lets out is embarrassing. He sounds like some kind of pornographic whore, but he can’t help it. He hasn’t been touched like this―kissed like this in what feels like ages. He can feel the way his slick leaks from his cunt and soaks through his underwear. 

“My poor Omega,”Yoongi says as he draws away from his lips. “I’ve neglected you. Alpha is sorry.” 

Tears brim Taehyung’s eyes but he wills himself to not cry. It’ll make him feel even more pathetic than he already does. 

All of that goes out the window when Yoongi picks him up, urging him to wrap his legs around his waist, and carries him to their bedroom. As he’s being carried the tears flow free and Taehyung cries into Yoongi’s shoulders. 

He’s laid down gently and with care. 

“I’m so sorry.”Yoongi says as he kisses the tears away. “Will you forgive me?” 

Despite the tears still streaming down his face, Taehyung nods his head vehemently. He doesn’t even need to give it a second thought. There’s no reason to, not when these are the words he’s been needing to hear for so long now. 

Yoongi smiles down at him and kisses him again, this time keeping it short as he kisses down Taehyung’s face. His lips touch nearly every inch of his face before they finally make their way down to his neck where his tongue grazes his mate mark. 

Taehyung’s back arches off of the bed as shriek escapes his throat. 

It’s like electricity has been shot through all of his muscles. 

Yoongi’s nimble fingers deftly take off Taehyung’s shirt. His face grows a bit hot but he doesn’t become completely embarrassed until his chest is exposed. He tries to cover himself but Yoongi is quick to push his hands away. 

“I―”Taehyung says, “Don’t look.” 

“Didn’t I tell you I’d get your tits fat with milk?”Yoongi asks as he grabs hold of Taehyung’s breasts. “I always make good on my promises.” 

He gives the both of them a small, soft slap. Just enough to make them jiggle. And then he looks at Taehyung and smirks. 

Oh...Yoongi is definitely enjoying them. 

Taehyung’s cheeks burn once again but this time it’s for a different reason. This time it’s because his lover is manhandling his milk heavy tits. And then, to his surprise Yoongi sucks one of his tits into his mouth. 

“Wait―” 

His toes curl and his hands tangle into Yoongi’s hair. 

Truthfully, his chest has been so sensitive lately. His tits are growing at such a rapid pace and every day they grow more and more sore. But the way Yoongi sucks on them―rolling his nipple around with his tongue―causes his mind to go blank. With his other hand he kneads Taehyung’s other breast. 

His pussy trembles, leaking more slick. 

Yoongi drags his teeth across his breast and nibbles. It feels so good. So fucking amazing, but then a small, pinching pain brings him down from his cloud from euphoria. It’s only for a brief moment―for a quick second he’s brought back to reality before he is seeing stars. 

A whiny mewl falls from his mouth. “Alpha I―” 

Yoongi takes his mouth off of his tit just long enough for Taehyung to see the way that milk squirts from it. The surprise Taehyung feels is only short-lived because then Yoongi puts it mouth back on it. 

And then he begins drinking it. 

He begins drinking Taehyung’s breast milk. 

The soreness he’d felt the past couple of days all but disappears as Yoongi suckles the milk out of his chest. It’s embarrassing―it’s embarrassing but so incredibly sexy and for a brief moment Taehyung feels incredibly ashamed by this thought. 

The moment, though, is truly very brief because he then looks down and fixated on Yoongi’s soft, pink lips and the way they look attached to his breast. The sight causes Taehyung to gulp.

“If you continue like that, I won’t have enough for our child.”Taehyung says, trying to joke to ease his own tension. 

But when Yoongi looks up at him there is a serious expression on his face.“Gotta get my share before it’s no longer just mine.”

And then his lips clamp back down on Taehyung’s tits. 

His pussy quivers and goosebumps litter his skin. 

Taehyung never thought he’d be turned on by something like this, but watching his lover suckle the milk from his tender, sensitive breasts has got him extremely hot and bothered. 

“Alpha―”He bites down on his lip, trying to keep down the moan that threatens to spill from his lips. 

Yoongi, of course, pays him no mind. While he busies himself with Taehyung’s left breast he softly kneads the other, caressing and fondling the other. It causes his toes curl and his fingers to tighten their hold in his soft hair. His lover’s hand squeezes his milk heavy tit roughly, causing Taehyung to let out an absolutely debauched moan. 

His cheeks burn and he just knows that he’s blushing furiously. Yoongi’s touch feels so fucking good that he can’t help it―but he still can’t help but feel self-conscious. Part of this still feels so wrong to him. 

“Don’t retreat into that shell of yours Pup,”Yoongi says, immediately recognizing the signs of Taehyung’s shyness and hesitancy. 

Taehyung opens his mouth to object. He is so not retreating into his shell. But before he can Yoongi is swirling his lips around his over sensitive nipples, causing him to moan again. The way he grabs his other tit causes milk to squirt out from it. 

Electricity runs all throughout Taehyung’s limbs. 

“Alpha, please.” 

Either Yoongi doesn’t hear him or he doesn’t care to because he continues to suckle milk out of Taehyung’s breasts, switching between the two as he goes. 

“Alpha I’m gonna―” 

To his own surprise, Taehyung feels an orgasm washing over him. His words are caught in his throat as he throws his head back as tears prick his eyes. “I’m cumming. I’m gonna cum. I―” 

It’s like his cries are ignored, Yoongi continuing to ravage his sensitive chest.

Warmth washes over his body and tingles take over his lower limbs, slowly spreading to the rest of his body. Taehyung’s entire body stiffens and his stomach muscles clench, causing him to surge forward, forcing Yoongi’s face even further into his chest. 

His orgasm crashes into him and then Taehyung’s body essentially freezes. His mouth hangs open but now sound comes out. All the while juices gush from his pussy, wetting his already slick panties. 

It dawns on him that he’d orgasmed from Yoongi simply sucking on his tits and if he was self-conscious before he’s down right humiliated. 

“So cute.”Yoongi mutters after finally turning his attention away from his tits. “Look at you getting all shy. But Tae-ah, being pregnant doesn’t change the fact that you’re my pretty little knot whore.” 

He brushes some hair out of Taehyung’s face and then plants a soft kiss onto his collarbones. 

“Now why don’t you open these sexy legs for Alpha? I’m hungry.” 

Taehyung mewls, finally giving into the heat that’s encased his body. As embarrassed as he is, he’s also insanely turned on and Yoongi is so fucking sexy. 

He opens his legs, but apparently much slower than Yoongi would like because his lover pries his legs open by practically yanking his knees apart. 

“Look at you, soaked all the way through your pants. Looks like you pissed yourself.” 

Before he even has time to be embarrassed Yoongi is ripping his pants off of his legs. Taehyung would be in disbelief if he didn’t see the way the tattered material is thrown to the floor. Yoongi kisses along his inner thigh, making his way up to Taehyung’s wet cunt. 

His tongue drags along soaked panties. 

“Fuck. I―”

Taehyung is about to say something. What he was going to say is lost on him because Yoongi is sucking on his clit through his panties and now he can’t even think. And just when Taehyung thinks he can’t lose his mind even more, Yoongi is tearing his panties off his body―just like he did with his pants. 

His arms stretch out above his head, pressing down on Taehyung’s legs so that they stay open. Yoongi’s hands rest on his breasts, kneading them and rolling his sensitive nipples between his fingers. 

Taehyung attempts to speak again but Yoongi licks a stripe up his wet pussy, promptly shutting him up. His tongue licks against his wet folds, clearing away Taehyung’s slick that leaked out. Taehyung’s hips buck so Yoongi holds his hips down. He leans forward, straining to see over his stomach to peer down at Yoongi.

“Fuck.”Taehyung groans, drawing out the word as his head falls back.

His arms hold Taehyung’s hips down to keep him from moving while he sucks on his clit, rolling the sensitive bud around and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. 

“Oh my―fuck!”Taehyung moans, his hands shooting out to grip Yoongi’s hair. “So good Alpha. So fucking good.” 

His fingers tweak Taehyung’s nipples, causing more milk to leak from them. Taehyung’s entire body shudders and the breath he’d been trying to take in is cut short when Yoongi burrows his face deeper between his legs. He tries hard to grind his sloppy pussy into Yoongi’s face but the arms holding down his hips keeps him from doing so. 

Taehyung to let out a frustrated groan. He wants more. So much more. 

Copious amounts of slick leak from his soggy cunt but Yoongi licks it all up, and eagerly at that. Like he’d been starved for days and is finally being fed.  

Taehyung keens, moaning and whimpering as his lover drills his tongue into his needy hole. His pussy pulses around Yoongi’s tongue and his moans catch in his throat, causing him to choke once again. 

“More. Alpha, please. I want more.” 

Taehyung lets out a long, drawn out whine as Yoongi’s tongue plays with his clit, flicking it with a growing speed. He listens to Taehyung diligently, picking up his pace as he feverishly eats Taehyung’s pussy. 

Taehyung can’t help it when he begins thrashing about, his legs kicking as Yoongi devours his pussy. His walls clench around his tongue, grasping for something much bigger and thicker and that only spurs Yoongi on. He eats Taehyung’s pussy like it is something absolutely divine and as Taehyung reaches his orgasm, sapid juices flood onto Yoongi’s face and in his mouth. 

His vision begins to blur and his mind turns blank. 

Taehyung feels like he’s on fire. He needs more. He’s so close to an orgasm. So fucking close. 

And then Yoongi snakes his tongue along his clit. It causes Taehyung’s head to spin. His nails dig into Yoongi’s scalp as his orgasm finally washes over him. 

Like before, his limbs lock but this time Taehyung somehow manages to overtake Yoongi’s strength. The arms holding his hips down are no longer able to do so, allowing him to grind his cunt along Yoongi’s tongue and face. 

But his lover doesn’t stop. Not as Taehyung gasps for air. Not when he begins to tremble. And certainly not when his breathing comes out as shudders and tears begin to wet his eyes. 

“Alpha. No more. Please, I―” 

Taehyung isn’t able to finish his plea because another, stronger orgasm pours over him. 

Slick streams out of his pulsing pussy, and just like during their first time Yoongi quite literally drinks it. The sound of his gulps can be heard even over Taehyung’s breathy moans and mewls. Yoongi seems to savor every last bit of it as he laps up Taehyung’s cunt and flicks his tongue at his clit, urging more slick to gush out.

Milk spurts from his nipples more now as Yoongi flicks and pulls them. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”Taehyung cries out, sobs wracking his body as his vision goes completely white for a few seconds. And when he finally comes back to Earth he realizes that he’s moaning so loudly―he downright pornographic. No, he’s Yoongi’s pretty little knot whore.

When Yoongi resurfaces from between Taehyung’s lips he wears a proud smile on his face.  

Taehyung’s chest heaves as he gasps for air. With how warm his cheeks are, he can tell that he’s red. He’s got a bit of drool on his face and it takes a bit for him to focus properly on Yoongi. 

“You look so fucking gorgeous.”Yoongi tells him as he strips off his clothes. “So beautiful Tae-ah. Stunning, really.”

If Taehyung wasn’t already crying before from his two, very intense, orgasms he’d be crying now because Yoongi is looking at him right in the eyes. He’s so sincere. So genuine. It almost makes him want to look away, but Yoongi’s sharp gaze won’t let him. 

He takes Taehyung’s hand and brings it to his lips. First kissing their coupling ring and then placing a soft, sweet kiss to Taehyung’s knuckles. 

“I love you Kim Taehyung,”Yoongi says as he kisses his knuckles again. “To the moon and back, fifty million times.” 

The lump in his throat makes it hard for Taehyung to speak and he inwardly curses these pregnancy hormones. But then he swallows―gulps really―and clears his throat. 

“I love you more,”Is what he says. “To the moon and back, fifty bajillion times.” 

“Bajillion isn’t a real word.” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes and smiles a small, yet happy smile. “Well it is now.” 

Yoongi turns his hand over and kisses the palm of Taehyung’s hand. “Fine then. I love you, to the moon and back fifty bajillion times.” 

Before Taehyung can retaliate with an even bigger―and probably even more fictional word―Yoongi runs his other, free hand along Taehyung’s round stomach. Just when Taehyung thinks that the touch is innocent, Yoongi drags his hand down the slope of his stomach and runs the tip of his fingers along his sensitive clit. 

It causes Taehyung to lurch forward. 

“Alpha,”He says with a terribly whiny voice. “Please. Need your cock―your knot. Need it so bad.” 

Yoongi smirks and says,“Of course you do.”

If Taehyung had the energy, he’d try to wipe that smug look off of Yoongi’s face but instead he lets out an affected whimper as Yoongi thrusts inside of him. 

“Shit,”He says with a hiss. “How the fuck are you even tighter than you were before?” 

He bottoms out and rests inside Taehyung for a few short seconds before pulling all the way out and slamming back in. A yelp tumbles out of Taehyung’s mouth.

“C’mon, I know you can take my cock Pup. No need to act so surprised.”

He slams into Taehyung, knocking the breath out of him. He’s doing this on purpose, but Taehyung can’t say that he minds because he’s missed this so fucking much. 

Yoongi leans forward and captures Taehyung’s lips, kissing him softly yet passionately. Taehyung can’t help the way he gets lost in the kiss―in Yoongi’s lips. They’re so soft, plush and his mouth is like a second home.

Fuck, he’s missed this so much.  

It feels like all too soon Yoongi is trailing his lips away from Taehyung’s and trailing his way down his neck, sucking bruises onto him as he goes. 

A shriek escapes from Taehyung’s throat as Yoongi fucks into him, ramming his cock into his g-spot with every thrust. He groans when he feels Taehyung’s walls constrict around him, but that only drives his lover even more wild. 

Taehyung can’t help the way he thrashes about underneath him, crying out as his body reacts to the pleasure.

He tries to say something. But, once again, what he plans to say is completely lost on him. All Taehyung knows is that he opens his mouth intending to speak, but then Yoongi is once again taking his nipple into his mouth and suckling milk from his tender breasts. Cries and moans filter out of his mouth instead of words. 

He’s growing dizzy. 

His head is spinning. 

The tears that had dried from his eyes return with a vengeance and Taehyung can’t fight them. Not one bit. So he begins crying―moaning and whimper as he does so. 

But then Yoongi’s thumb flicks circles into Taehyung’s sensitive clit, causing his toes to curl and his back to arch. He kisses Taehyung once again, swallowing his moans as their lips connect. His walls pulse around Yoongi’s cock sporadically, letting him know that Taehyung is reaching his orgasm. 

“Sound so pretty.”Yoongi says, letting Taehyung’s milk heavy tit fall from his mouth briefly. He then clamps his mouth back down on it and continues with his dizzying ministrations.

“Alpha, wanna cum. Wanna cum so bad.” 

Yoongi kisses him and Taehyung is sated, only to quickly be thrown off guard when a liquid―warm and slightly sweet―enters his mouth. 

Belatedly, Taehyung realizes that it’s breast milk. 

Yoongi just tongued breast milk into his mouth. 

It should be gross. Part of Taehyung tells himself that he should be wildly grossed out. But instead his pussy convulses around Yoongi’s cock that continues to ram into his g-spot. Dots form in his vision as he once again feels the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching. 

“You wanna cum for me Pup? Then do it. Cover my cock in that tasty slick of yours.”

“I―” 

Yoongi smirks down at him, never breaking eye contact as he fiercely spears into him. And then, because he’s a sadistic, sexy bastard, he leans forward and kisses Taehyung’s mark. Softly at first, but then he’s running his tongue along it and scraping it lightly with his teeth. 

It’s all too much and Taehyung is falling apart terribly.

His moans bounce off the walls and echo back at him, but he can’t be bothered by them because, not for the first time this evening, he is losing himself to the throes of passion. 

His nails dig into Yoongi’s back and his chest begins to heave. 

“Gonna cum? Gonna cum for me, Pup?"

Of course Taehyung can’t respond but he figures that Yoongi knows that...if his smug expression is anything to go by. Still, tears trickle down his face as he mewls and moans. 

Taehyung’s cunt spasms around him and his toes curl while his whole body shakes. Moans gurgle from his mouth but then his eyes are rolling back and drool is mixing in with his tear tracks. Nothing coming from his mouth makes any sense. 

“Shit.”Yoongi mutters to himself over and over again. 

Taehyung’s cunt is wet―sopping―as slick flows out freely. It’s made everything so wet and squelch sounds join the already debauched cacophony that fills the room. 

Yoongi begins to reach his own orgasm but continues to fuck into Taehyung with the same precision as before. Beneath him Taehyung begins to whimper from oversensitivity. Yoongi leans forward to kiss him just as his own orgasm hits him. 

He dumps an insane amount of cum into Taehyung’s cunt and all of it gets plugged up inside of him thanks to Yoongi’s knot. 

“Fuck!”Yoongi shouts as his body finally stops trembling. 

He’s careful in the way he falls onto the bed, not wanting to land on Taehyung’s round belly. 

Their panting and uneven breaths fill the room as they both attempt to calm their racing hearts. And as they calm down, Taehyung maneuvers his body so that he can comfortably snuggle into Yoongi’s embrace.  

“Is it possible to get fucked pregnant while you’re already pregnant? Because I think that’s what you did to me.”Taehyung says, finally breaking the silence between them. 

Yoongi leaves a trail of kisses along the side of his face that he can reach before he’s grabbing Taehyung by the chin and kissing him again. 

“Good,”He says as he slowly backs away from Taehyung’s lips. “You deserve that and so much more.”  

His words cause Taehyung to stop. 

He’d been smiling but now he can’t help but wear a small frown. 

“I’m sorry Yoongi. I should’ve communicated my thoughts and insecurities better. I should’ve said something.” 

Yoongi kisses his temple again, “Maybe you should’ve. I mean, there’s a lot we both could’ve done but at least we know better now. And honestly, I could’ve said something too. To go from being all over you to not really touching you must’ve been really hard on you. I’m really sorry.” 

“Yeah...that’s true.”Taehyung mutters. “But like you said, we both could’ve done better. And I forgive you anyway. Damn near fucked me senseless as compensation.”

That causes Yoongi to laugh. It’s a bright, sweet laugh that dances in Taehyung’s ears. It causes him to smile too, but the smile is dropped for an expression of surprise when Yoongi is once again grabbing his chin and forcing him to look his way. 

“And Tae? I spent damn near my entire life dreaming about being your mate. I’d spent so many hours daydreaming about you having my children...there’s no way I’d ever give this up for anything.” 

The smile is back on Taehyung’s face and he gives Yoongi a peck on the lips. “I know hyung, I’m sorry I was letting my insecurities get the better of me. I’m really, really sorry for saying what I did.” 

“I’m glad to hear that, because the next time you say something like that I’ll have to bend you over my knee and spank you again.” 

Taehyung lets out a guffaw and places his hands over his protruding belly. “You spanked me once and look at where that got us!” 

“Laying in each other’s arms while we wait for the birth of our beautiful child? I don’t think that’s too bad.” 

Taehyung can’t help but kiss him again.