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It’s a well-known fact that an omega impregnating another omega is such a rare occurrence that there’s little to no information in books or even online. It resulted in Jungkook scavaging through the deep areas of the web and, sadly, finding a lot of unwanted discourse surrounding same dynamic mates.  

He paid no mind to that though, trying to absorb all the scarce bits of useful data he could find. However, there seemed to be more downsides regarding omega impregnation if the other person also happened to be an omega than not. One recurrent statement in every article made Jungkook’s heart sink. 

Between omega mates, it’s a rarity for pregnancy to even take place at all.  

Omegas are built differently, more equipped to accommodate a life in their body, unlike alphas, who are more responsible for being the ones who impregnate, the existence of a knot allowing a successful breeding. 

Omegas, with their underdeveloped penises and no presence of a knot, also have the lowest sperm count of all dynamics and a different composition in their semen, making it even harder for them to become sires, though not impossible 一 but most doctors won’t give a spec of hope to the pleading mates in case things don’t work out. 

Biologically speaking, for a pregnancy to occur, omegas need to be knotted several times a day, preferably while in heat, so that the constant and abundant amounts of semen can ensure that an egg can be fertilized and implanted. And if a pregnancy occurs, another established need for a pregnant omega is that the sire stays present throughout the pregnancy. 

A support system, constant scenting, sating of the omega’s higher sex drive and overall needs ensures the strengthening of their bond and grants the health of both omega and infant. It also decreases the chances of spontaneous miscarriages at the early stages of pregnancy and the risk of heat symptoms to be experienced by the omega, for example. 

一 Although mild and random heat symptoms shouldn’t alarm the omega, constant and untreated symptoms during pregnancy, such as intense fatigue and fever, can be dangerous for the pup. In the worst-case scenario, it can be a fatality, including the omega 一

Because most of the breeding is carried out mostly by alphas, followed by betas, it’s hard to know the effects of omega’s semen on the future child and if omega sires can prevent such problems.

With all of this information, it’s no surprise to Jungkook that most of the same dynamic mates search for surrogate individuals willing to either carry out the pregnancy or impregnate the chosen partner, hoping to overcome the lack of those essential requirements that they can’t surpass by themselves alone. 

But Jungkook  is  pregnant and from his omega mate, Yoongi. With every possible hurdle working against them, Jungkook is sure that they made it. 

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The desire to have a pup might have started to bloom slowly in Jungkook’s chest ever since they graduated, but it hadn’t reached the surface until they moved in together. 

Living together was a given, natural, and becoming mates has been an ever-present topic in their daily conversations. Sometime after they were both in stable jobs and a more comfortable financial situation didn’t seem like such a distant reality, Jungkook and Yoongi decided to marry and mate almost immediately.

It didn’t feel rushed at all, the silver glow in their eyes since that unforeseen meeting during a summer afternoon let them know this would be the right decision from the very beginning. Their family and friends were ecstatic with the news, their cheers, and the heartfelt flow of their scents enveloping them with love, happiness, and support. 

But, only perhaps a year later, while the throb of Jungkook’s mating bite felt too intense, blood pumping in his ears and Yoongi’s come dribbling out of his drenched cunt, Jungkook heaved out, “Yeobo, let’s have a pup.”

Lifestyle changes weren’t so drastic, since both Jungkook and Yoongi already followed a regular workout schedule, Jungkook even more. The younger omega of the two is fit, athletic, takes good care of his body, and has good eating habits, so it wasn’t that hard to follow a few more instructions, like taking more vitamins and cutting back on caffeine and alcohol. And he wanted to carry the pup, so who would be Yoongi to deny him?

Visits to the doctor became structured in their routine since they wanted to do this right. 

But the subject they dread to breach was the one they couldn’t do much about: the fact that they’re both omegas. It was admittedly difficult, to say the least. Jungkook felt strangely protective over his mate once the doctor, a very gentle beta, reminded them that they couldn't have a pup without an alpha involved, no matter how much they strived for it. 

They both knew that very well, having heard the same words coming mostly from their parents, albeit awkwardly since it was a delicate matter to tackle. 

However, it was the sour tinge in Yoongi’s scent during the first of their weekly doctor’s consultation, when yet again they heard this harsh truth that incite Jungkook’s protective instincts. It made Jungkook reach for Yoongi’s hand, tangling their fingers together, and made him release comforting pheromones into the air, thick and almost too much, overtaking any other smell. 

Something like feeling less than because of their dynamic wasn’t an actual problem for them as a couple or as individuals, but the persistent nudge of “you’re both omegas, you’re both omegas, you’re both omegas,”  clearly took a toll on Yoongi more greatly than ever. 

That calm sort of confidence that Yoongi always exudes seemed to fade under an invisible pressure, of not meeting the expectations of his mate and his own.  

“I’m not enough,” Yoongi said forlornly during a long night, trying to hide his shaky hands in between his knees as they sat on their bed. “I’m just-” He shook his head and Jungkook’s face fell. 

“Hyung, you  are  enough. You’re more than enough,” Jungkook quickly said, close to tears at how Yoongi kept denying his reassuring words. 

“If I can’t give you what you want- If I can’t give us a pup, then- how?” Yoongi croaked, words muffled behind his hand, eyes scrunched shut. 

It was painful to watch his mate crumble right in front of him and feel so incapable of doing anything about it, to have words escaping him, to feel like everything he could say would come out as meaningless attempts of comfort. 

Jungkook drew in a heavy breath and exhaled wetly, pain and sadness filling Yoongi and, consequently, filling himself. He hugged Yoongi and pulled him closer, letting Yoongi bury his face in his neck as he quietly cried against his body.

“Jagiya,” he started carefully, making sure Yoongi was listening. “I love you and you  are  enough. You’re everything I could ask for and so much more. You always work so hard, for me, for yourself, and you’re already working so hard for our baby.”

“You’re my omega and I’m yours and that’s settled. Whatever happens, whatever decision we make, we’re together. Always.”

Yoongi nodded, face hidden still.

And Jungkook knew that it’s one thing to listen, but it’s so much harder to believe said words, to let them in and absorb them. Jungkook knew that all too well, the frustration because he too struggled with his own insecurities and feeling like he wasn’t enough sometimes.  

Jungkook could only hope Yoongi believed him. He would fight tooth and nail so his mate would never say he’s not enough again, ever. And Jungkook could only hope that Yoongi would let himself be taken care of. 

Therapy sessions became regular too, so that closing off or fighting wouldn’t, and once things calmed down, the best that they could, they kept actively trying. They left the options of a surrogate alpha, a resort for artificial insemination, or even considering adoption at the bottom of their priority list. 

Weeks turned into months and soon turned into a year, a constant up and down of anxiety and patience, but neither of them thought about giving up again while they could still try.

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A year and a few months later, nearing the end of their synced mating cycle, with Yoongi having a well-deserved rest on their bed, Jungkook just feels different  and that’s how he knows. 

A culmination of all of their conjoined efforts, of all the tears and reassurances, of all the failed attempts and unsuccessful heats. It was all worth it because he’s pregnant .

Jungkook stands up, light-headed and floating in midair. He walks quietly towards the mirror in the married couple’s bedroom, staring at the slight bump in his belly that has been formed after being pumped full of sperm 一 kept safely inside by a very large dildo. 

Jungkook imagines- no, he’s certain that soon his belly will grow bigger and bigger, and that he and Yoongi will have a pup of their own. Their small miracle. The thought alone makes Jungkook feel elated, his scent spiking up and happiness oozing out of him in waves. It promptly awakes Yoongi out of his slumber. 

“Jagi… did something happen?” Yoongi’s voice sounds slurred around the edges, slightly muffled as he lay with his face partly smashed on the pillow. 

A fizzy sensation settles low on the pit of his stomach, an indescribable feeling as he pictures the scenario of his body changing to accommodate a growing pup on his belly, of Yoongi touching it to feel their child with that soft carefulness of his. 

But then a stream of questions surges inside Jungkook’s already swirling mind. Should he tell Yoongi already? It’s too soon to know, isn’t it? Is he too eager to share conjectural information? What if things are not exactly the way he thinks they are? What if he’s  not  pregnant? 

It causes a piercing pain to hit Jungkook just by considering it. To think that he’s wrong, or that his mind and body are tricking him gives a sour note to his flowery aroma, apprehension underlying the soft joyfulness that overcame him not even a minute ago. 

“Jungkook-ah, jagi.” Jungkook tentatively looks up and sees Yoongi stopping behind him through the mirror. Soon the other’s forearms are circling Jungkook’s slender waist, hands resting at his belly and smoothing the flesh up and down. 

He drops his head at the crook of Jungkook’s neck, right above his scent gland, and inhales the mix of feelings there. “Talk to me.” He gently presses, soft, but worried, encouraging, but patient.

Should he tell Yoongi? Jungkook is uncertain now. 

He leans his back against Yoongi’s front, both still naked and the heat of their bodies comforting. Breath stuttering as it slips his parted lips, his arms wrapping around Yoongi and himself, to soothe his own concerns. Jungkook stays silent for a while, looking at his red-bitten lips, at the sweat that gives a glistening look to his skin and his plastered hair. 

Another cycle, another try. Another failed attempt?

Then Jungkook looks at Yoongi as the cushion of his lips lightly touches the sweaty skin of his shoulder. Jungkook meets Yoongi’s warm and dark eyes, letting himself soak in the other’s strong citrusy scent. 

He sighs, a dragged-out sound, and then he speaks. “I’m pregnant.” He murmurs, suddenly bashful, just loud enough for Yoongi to hear. His heart pounds, pounds, and pounds, it rings in his ears, nerves catching up. 

Once it dawns on Yoongi, the shifts in his features are subtle, so much so maybe only Jungkook and their immediate packs would be able to tell. The rise of his brows and exponentially widening of his eyes, mouth going slack, and complete utter silence. Yoongi doesn’t believe what he just heard. At least not yet.

Yoongi clears his throat, visibly trying to collect himself. “You’re pregnant?” He whispers after some time, scent flaring and hands trembling where they’re still resting on Jungkook’s tummy. “Jungkook, that’s- are you sure? Why do you think that?” 

And, okay, Jungkook expected some doubt. He himself is now plagued by all of the “what if’s” that threaten to ruin a potentially great moment for them. It’s just that, add Yoongi’s questions to the fact he doesn’t have any concrete proof of this supposed pregnancy, and Jungkook doesn’t feel as happy as he did before. 

“I- just know. I mean, I think I do.” Jungkook breathes out and chews on his bottom lip nervously. Yoongi will think he’s going crazy. “I feel different,” he continues, “and I know I have to take a test and all that, but- hyung, I can feel  it.”

“It’s really hard for an omega to impregnate another.” Yoongi echos in a daze, like a helpless repetition of what they heard countless times. Remnants of his insecurities resurfacing. 

“It is.” Jungkook meekly agrees, eyes starting to burn. “I know, jagiya. And I know I can be wrong, but,” he says, palm opening at the center of his belly, caressing his own skin, Yoongi’s hand doing the same beneath his, “can you, please, just-” He can’t finish it, but if it did, it would be something like “please, just trust me.”

Yoongi changes their position and now they’re face to face. That unruffled expression that Jungkook always searches for is there, suffusing Yoongi’s features, as his knuckles caress the apple of Jungkook’s cheek. “I trust you.” He croons, and it billows out of him.

And it doesn’t sound like a cheap tactic to appease Jungkook, it doesn’t sound like Yoongi is saying it just for the sake of it. He smiles at Jungkook, bleary-eyed, and leans in to press a light, but lingering kiss to Jungkook’s mouth. So much love, so much feeling. Jungkook feels safe, feels himself melting, feels like bursting into tears. 

“I trust you, Jungkook.”

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Jungkook waits. 

Trying his best to not let himself be swayed by his own emotions and growling intuition, Jungkook waits at least two weeks until he takes a test. Well, not just one, but several. He picks out the most sensitive pharmacy tests available, follows all of the procedures, and then… doesn’t look at the results. He’s too scared for that now.

“It’s okay.” Yoongi’s gentle voice snaps him out of his clouded mental space, both sited on the couch, Bam lying next to them on the floor. “We’ve been through this many times before, Jungkook-ah. No matter the result, we’ll be okay.”

Jungkook wants to believe that, he really does. But he couldn’t help but shrink in on himself, a dense lump knotting at his chest, tugging painfully at the strings of his heart. “I don’t think I’ll be okay if it doesn’t happen this time, Yoongi-yah.” He whispers, self-conscious and so guilty. 

He doesn’t want to let himself drown so easily, but he’s feeling cold already.

“That’s fine too.” Yoongi is quick to reassure, warm palm drawing circles against Jungkook’s lower back, gingerly pulling Jungkook to his side and letting him sprawl all his weight on him. “That’s fine too, jagiya. I’m here, always. We can go through this together.”

The spike on Yoongi’s scent compels Jungkook to relax, body lax as he finally allows himself to breathe, albeit shuddering with muted sobs, and only now does he notices the tears prickling his eyes and falling to his chin. 

Yes, they’re together, like they’ve always been since they met.

“T-Thank you.” That’s all Jungkook can utter, a little wet and sniffing softly.

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“Jungkook-ssi, Yoongi-ssi, congratulations!” Jung-seonsaengnim chirps, her lips stretched wide as she gives them the long-awaited news, the words both Jungkook and Yoongi longed to hear for more than a year since they started their journey.

They both decided to make an appointment with their doctor, so they can be 101% sure of the result, whatever that might be. But the relatively fast trip to the clinic this morning was tense. Jungkook felt his heart tight and something cold traveling down his throat towards his stomach, nerves pulling and neck muscles straining so hard he felt the pain flaring to his flanks. 

Now, it’s almost like that never happened, the nervousness pales in the face of Jungkook’s new reality. 

He is, truly and unmistakably, pregnant.

Jungkook sobs quietly, wet trails staining his flushed cheeks, happy tears. By his side, and holding his hand so, so tight, he can hear Yoongi’s wobbly voice as he speaks. “He’s pregnant.” He beams, small at first and then louder, enthusiastic beyond belief. “Baby, you’re pregnant. You’re pregnant.” And Yoongi hugs him, so tight that Jungkook loses his breath for a second, but he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind that at all.

“Yes, you are a very lucky couple.” The doctor continues, hands clasped together and elbows rested on the table surface, seemingly holding back a more agitated reaction. “I know we’re all excited now, but we have to discuss a few serious topics regarding your pregnancy. All of the precautions from now on will be extremely necessary” 

They nod silently, wiping away the tears, sizzles still running through their limbs and intensely raking their bodies.

“Thankfully, the tests didn’t show any complications or pregnancy abnormalities that we should worry about at the moment, which is already great in itself. However, we still need to keep ourselves at a high alert level. Jungkook-ssi, you’ll need to pay close attention to your body and any issue that you might experience.” And Jungkook nods once more, mouth tipped in a smile hard to take off.

“You’ll take prenatal pills to fill the nutritious gaps in your diet, similarly to what you’re already been doing so far. Those will guarantee your pup won’t have birth defects and that their development is as healthy as possible.” She points out.

“Something important you need to remember is that a pregnant omega causes a great instinctual response around them, to ensure that they’re protected while carrying a litter. You’ll notice alphas, betas, and omegas alike showing bigger interest towards Jungkook and to sate his needs.”

“I’m saying this because if you feel territorial urges more intensely, Yoongi-ssi, those are completely normal and expected. Omegas can be just as possessive as an alpha. But have in mind that, being bounded mates, Jungkook will respond to your scent and care first and foremost. Alright?”

“Alright,” Yoongi says, chest swelling out, ready to do whatever it takes to support Jungkook. 

“Another thing I must add is that sexual needs can increase as well.” That causes Jungkook to blush a bright pink from face to neck. “The need for your partner is also a natural response of your body adjusting to the hormones and the need to feel protected. You just need to be extra careful with positions, any discomforts, and some other specificities. But we can talk more about those soon.”

“Now is the part where I believe most doctors would advise you to be around either an alpha or a beta, to use either of those dynamics’ scent and semen to prevent the usual complications that can ensue during a pregnancy. But since you managed to be impregnated by Yoongi, I’d rather not change that.”

“Would it be a risk for him if he doesn’t do that?” Yoongi asks, somewhat reluctant to abide by the mentioned suggestion, but worried for Jungkook’s health all the same. 

“I’m fine with scented things from our pack, but that’s all,” Jungkook grumbles petulantly. “Wasn’t it already a risk to not have an insemination and opt for a natural method of conception with the both of us being omegas?”

“You’re right, Jungkook-ssi.” The doctor calmly agrees and that eases Jungkook to some extent. “The fact that we reached this point, despite little chance of success, makes me believe that introducing a more “radical” component now could be just or more unsafe. But, to be completely honest, we’re walking an uncharted road here.”

Jungkook slightly tenses again, but Yoongi tightens his hold around him, urging him to look. He sends Jungkook a sweet smile and then kisses the top of Jungkook’s head, warm blissfully filling his senses. “I’ll do everything in my power to care for you and our baby.”

And Jungkook does not doubt that.

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“Oh, Jungkookie, you smell different.” Taehyung immediately blurts out.

Their friends always make time for a casual meet-up amidst their hectic schedules, usually during weekends, since being involved in each other’s lives is a must as a self-chosen pack. There’s food, drinks, some music, and the place changes from time to time, each member always going through the process of scenting one another and leaving the space drenching with their smell more often than not. 

Tonight they’re at Jungkook and Yoongi’s apartment. With everyone reunited like this, it was just a matter of time.

Jungkook’s response to Taehyung’s booming words is to turn red, tucking his head on the junction of Yoongi’s shoulder and neck with a giddy smile pinching the corners of his mouth. It prompts everyone to drift closer towards the omega, noses scrunching and nostrils flaring as they not so discreetly take whiffs of his scent.

It’s quite a funny sight, with all of them huddled on the front door, mumbling under their breaths and taking turns to detect what’s so different about their maknae. They make these small noises, ranging from confused to happy, things slowly falling into place. Both Jungkook and Yoongi laugh at them. 

An omega’s symptoms in this early stage involve crampings and early morning nausea, but nothing much. Actually, Jungkook didn’t think he would feel so happy while shoving his head inside a toilet and retching his breakfast down the flush, but he did. 

The specific or weird cravings were expected, but he didn’t think he would become  so  picky with food and scents. Things he loved now taste bland, or vice-versa, or smells he liked feel… meh. Now Jungkook would twist his nose for pretty much anything if they did not feel  perfect  right from the beginning 

Other signs come to Jungkook’s notice such as the swelling of his chest, the area tender to the touch now and slightly aching, and how his nipples got bigger, aureolas matching the growth and becoming darker as well. His baby bump is not so noticeable yet, their pup is still teeny tiny, though Jungkook stares at it whenever he has the chance.  

He nests anywhere and everywhere now. Quite literally. Jungkook has always been very serious about his nest-making process, from materials to the spot where he builds them, only deeming it complete after too much grumbling, rearranging, and once it looks perfect 一 at least in his head. But he’s reaching another level, he thinks. 

If there’s too much bedding and laundry in unlikely places across the apartment, neither Yoongi nor his friends mention it. 

So a modification in the scent is just another one of these many changes one goes through during pregnancy, but maybe it’s the one people get more teeming about. No wonder they’re so eager to scent Jungkook. Getting used to their packmate’s new scent and the new life inside of them.

“So that’s a pregnant omega’s smell!” Seokjin chuffs loudly from his chest, still palming at Jungkook’s neck and trying to scent him further. Yoongi groans and gently pushes him off.

“It’s Jungkook, but with a dash of something different to it, right?” Jimin comments, happily scrunching his nose to take in more of Jungkook’s scent. 

“Yes, sweeter and stronger too,” Hoseok comments while sniffing the air around Jungkook one more time for good measure.

“Jungkook-ah smells really good,” Namjoon says and directs his gaze towards Yoongi with a mischievous grin. “Though I still smell so much of you in him that it took me a while to make out his scent.” 

“Yah, let's go easy now, okay? Let’s not overwhelm him” The omega tells them shyly, his reaction causing Jungkook to giggle. 

It’s just like the doctor said. Yoongi is acting more territorial, not overbearing or extremely possessive, but in his own right. He’s scenting Jungkook so much lately, leaving the dents of his teeth all over him too, and even more on his exposed neck. Faint pink marks and glaring red ones near his mating bite, claiming Jungkook again and again. 

It’s not uncommon for omegas to display possessive traits, but since Yoongi didn’t show this side as openly before, Jungkook figured that his progressing pregnancy had both made this behavior more present and more intense on his mate 一 Jungkook recalls this one time they went grocery shopping and Yoongi straight out growled at an alpha who stared at Jungkook for far too long for his liking. 

Once Jungkook is properly scented by everyone and they become more acquainted with his changing aroma, they finally settle on the table, and Bam, as always, stays close by, drawn by the agitation a lot of people in the same space bring together.

They pass the plates of food around so everyone can fill their plates with cooked rice, meat, and side dishes. Jungkook skips the alcoholic drinks and lets himself be fed by Yoongi while enjoying the conversation. 

“Now that Jungkookie is pupped we should step up our game, Jimin-ah.” Taehyung quips from where he’s sitead on top of his alpha’s lap, taking a mouthing of food with the chopsticks. 

“Oh, should we try it too, Joonie?” Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows, the question sounding more like a teasing to the omega, but with an underlying inquiry.

Namjoon giggles anyway, regardless of the intention of the beta’s asking, ducking his head and attempting to hide the growing shade of red that overtake his skin. “Come on, I’m not sure about that yet, Hoba.”

“What’s going on with you all?” Seokjin thinks out loud amidst puffs of laughter.

“I’m sure about one thing, hyungs. I want my pup and Jungkook’s to be a similar age, this way it’ll be easier for them to be close friends.” Taehyung decides, an imperative tone lacing his words.

Yoongi chuckles, an arm resting around the back of Jungkook’s chair. “Taehyung-ah is planning things far ahead, huh?”

“I’m surprised you both didn’t try earlier.” Hoseok mentions with a short laugh. “Taehyung is always cooing at every pup he sees on the street.”

“We didn’t have an opportunity before, but with the way things are at work we can start trying for real now,” Jimin says, nosing the expanse of Taehyung’s slender neck. “We can definitely help each other too.” He easily proposes, eyeing Yoongi and Jungkook with twinkling eyes.

“I would like that, raising our children together, watching them grow… That would be perfect.” Jungkook sighs dreamingly. 

Seokjin joins him, he too sighing softly at the idea, though it sounds mostly to himself. “We’re really talking about pups and watching them grow.” And then he slowly flicks his gaze towards each one of them, now clearly speaking to them. “It makes me happy. The idea of all of us sticking together for years to come, to the point we’ll watch this pack grow in number, makes me really happy.”

It makes Jungkook beyond happy too. 

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Time flies and Jungkook’s belly keeps growing. Yoongi is obsessed with it.

Yoongi is constantly feeling up his bump, carefully resting his head on top of it while Jungkook lies down on the couch, pressing his ear to it so he can listen to their pup moving and kicking. 

Touching his belly never fails to make Jungkook all warm and fuzzy, but when Yoongi does the same it doubles the sensations in the best possible way.

More than that, Yoongi is so elated by the image of Jungkook’s big pregnant belly that it’s like he can’t contain himself. He never runs out of compliments for Jungkook. Beautiful, gorgeous, perfect. It makes Jungkook feel shy in a way he didn’t believe he could be still. 

Even when Jungkook is complaining about his visible and bluish veins spread across his body, about his weight gain, about his protruded navel, about his stretch marks, about how he doesn’t look pretty at all, Yoongi is always saying the opposite. His mate rather highlights the rosy hue and the glow of his skin, how amazing he looks carrying their pup, and how strong he is.

Jungkook might get shy about it, but he also loves to hear the praises. 

He’s in bed now, reading a book before his pregnant yoga class 一 based on their pack schedule, Taehyung is the one that likes to accompany him the most, followed by Yoongi, of course 一 when Yoongi joins him, lying next to him and rubbing his bump with an enamored gaze, a toothy smile blooming on his lips. 

The pup powerfully reacts to the familiar touch and Jungkook gasps, surprised by the movement. “Oh, my God, did you feel that? Their kick was so strong.”

“Baby’s restless today.” Yoongi whispers, his voice deep and hoarse. It tingles up Jungkook’s spine. 

He feels the gentle press of Yoongi’s lips above his loose black dress 一 a more fitting outfit now that the due date is nearing closer and closer 一 and giggles, fingers carding through Yoongi’s silky locks. “They usually calm down when they hear you though.” Jungkook mentions. 

“When they hear you sing too. But babies tend to be more active at this stage, that’s normal.” Yoongi says back, giving yet another plethora of kisses all over the expanse of Jungkook’s bump, nosing it and rubbing his cheek there too. 

Yoongi’s scenting became more intense as well and Jungkook’s body reacts to it in many different ways. 

Happy and sated are the usual. Other times, like now, a faint but audible whimper escapes Jungkook’s mouth, slick quickly gathering at the chubby labias of his pussy. Jungkook hides his face under his arm in embarrassment, because being unbearably turned on happens to be the most acute response that comes to him. 

It doesn’t take long until Yoongi smells the arousal oozing out of him. “Do we have time before class?” Yoongi asks, rushed, his tongue peeking out to moist his lips as he kneels on the mattress between Jungkook’s parted legs. 

Jungkook laughs airly and slides his dress all the way up, exposing himself from his round belly to his outgrown breasts. Yoongi stares hungrily at him, at how the pale blue of Jungkook’s panties turns darker as they drench in his fluids and how full his chest looks. 

“I didn’t think I’d heard that after so long out of college-  Ah~ ” Jungkook’s playful lilt changes to a shameful moan the moment Yoongi’s deft fingers touch his clit, ripe scent flourishing.

“Let’s try to be quick, yeah?” And before Jungkook can even register what was said, Yoongi goes down on him, crudely pulling the damp cloth to the side. He lowers himself down, face inches away from Jungkook’s flushed pink pussy, glistening with all the shiny slick. 

“Look at you, pup… so pretty.” Yoongi groans, finger tracing the flushed tip of Jungkook’s tiny cock. Jungkook’s hips do this short tiny buckle up towards the other omega’s face, wanting his mouth already 一 both because he’s impatient and because he doesn’t want to be late for class.  

“Jagiya- please, hurry.” He mewls, hand going around his lower stomach, grabbing it lightly to ground himself, and soon Yoongi’s hand joins his, both tangled and resting above his swollen bump. 

Yoongi leans in and caters to Jungkook’s wishes with pleasure, stretching his tongue out to lick at the dripping fluids accumulating at his folds and hardened clit, closing his lips around the bud and sucking vigorously.

“A-Ah~” It rips out of Jungkook as Yoongi’s skillful tongue prodded the tight slit of his cunt, an obscenely squelching sound bouncing on the walls as more slick and precome gushes out and makes a mess on Yoongi’s face. 

He keeps working on Jungkook’s pussy, alternating between licking, sucking, and scraping his teeth, driving Jungkook insane. “Hmm, puppy, you taste so good. So milky.” Yoongi moans lowly. 

Jungkook lets out a flustered whine and, as if on cue, he becomes more aware of his breasts. He looks at the curvy shape of his tits and sees a small bead of milk sitting atop his dark nipples. He’s been leaking more than before lately and it makes him flutter with both joy and arousal.

“Another leak, baby?” Yoongi questions, taking a pause from lapping at Jungkook’s juicy cunt to give kittenish licks at the sweet milk on the omega’s mound. He latches his mouth on Jungkook’s nipple, trying to push the milk out, but leaving his fingers grazing Jungkook’s clitoris rhythmically and Jungkook nearly convulses with both simulations.

Yoongi hums, savoring his flavor. “Creamy. A lot more than your pussy.”

“W-What did you expect- hgh~ ” Jungkook squeals, high-pitched. “Hyung , stop- ah, talking and make me come.”

Yoongi chuckles and goes back to his previous position, mouth latching on Jungkook’s most sensitive spots. Jungkook whines, pushing Yoongi’s head further into him, silently demanding him to continue his ministrations. 

His velvety walls throb needly under all the attention, body tensing, head thrashing from side to side. Yoongi is restless and the tidal waves of an orgasm crash over Jungkook’s body by surprise.

He yells, vision darkening with splotches of white. His back arches, cock spurting over his skin, and pussy clenching tight, coming for what feels like too long and not enough at the same time, trembles running rampant through his muscles.

Jungkook breathes heavily as he falls back boneless on the bed, limbs twitching in the aftermath of his climax. Once he feels like he can open his eyes again, Yoongi’s bleary image comes to him and he instinctively smiles, a dazed silly curl on his lips. 

“I know you said… “let’s be quick,” but- I think we have some time left,” Jungkook says winded, giggling as he takes notice of Yoongi’s bright red and neglected cock standing upright, how eager his mate is to take care of it. “Just- be careful, okay?”

Yoongi always makes sure he’s not pushing Jungkook’s limits, attune to his reactions and sometimes preferring that he dictates the pace. But Jungkook does it because he enjoys watching the changing look in Yoongi’s features, how his eyes glow, something primal, but oh so comforting. 

Jungkook loves it, how protective and dependable Yoongi is like he knew his mate would be. 

Yoongi leans down enough to plant a gentle kiss on top of Jungkook’s belly and helps him change their position so that he’s spooning Jungkook from behind. “Of course, jagi. I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.”

And, with the limited time they have, they make it work somehow 一  only getting five minutes late to class. Though the same can’t be said a few months later when the due date could be any minute now. The main reason: Their parents. 

Needless to say, because of the special conditions in which Jungkook’s pregnancy happened, their families are still absurdly worried 一  read scared 一 something wrong might happen, even if the first and second trimesters went by without a single occurrence. 

With that in mind, Jungkook and Yoongi’s family decided to visit them whenever they could to help with anything the couple could need, and, with Jungkook reaching 30 weeks, their mothers considered temporarily moving in somewhere close to them. 

They truly appreciate all of their efforts, though it’s also a bit embarrassing given how often they engage in any sort of sexual activity. Sure, they rely mostly on blowjobs and non-penetrative sex now, but whenever one of their mothers shows up unannounced, Jungkook feels like he went back in time, back in college, when Yoongi and he needed to sneak into their respective dorms for a quickie.

“I’m just saying,” Jungkook’s omega mother begins, during one chilly afternoon in their kitchen while they’re making jjinppang, “that I completely understand if you need some privacy while I’m here. I know what it’s like, the hormones, cravings, all of that. Until it feels too uncomfortable for you to do it, I don’t see an issue. It’s completely natural.” 

“Eomma, it’s fine.” Jungkook huffs while hearing the barely concealed laughs coming out of Yoongi. “Besides, I’m getting so anxious about the possibility of going into labor… I’m not sure if I want it to happen already or if I’m scared of it.”

“I understand that too,” Sooyoung says softly, her hand reaching out for Jungkook’s and leaving specks of flour on his skin. “It can be so scary, but everything will be alright, Jungkookie. You’re not alone, okay?”

And Jungkook leaves these words etched into his mind, repeating them every day through the last weeks of pregnancy. Unlike what he thought, time passes in the blink of an eye and when his water breaks and the contractions pains start, Jungkook holds onto his mother’s words more fiercely than ever. 

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A sliver of sunshine reaches Jungkook, coming from half-open curtains in the hospital window. He has no idea what time it is, but he can tell it’s early. His body is still soaking up the medication he needed to take during labor and his vision is blurry, though not to the point he can’t recognize the face of his baby. 

The pudgy weight on his arms feels like the most comforting thing Jungkook has ever held. All the pain and preparations lead them to his moment and Jungkook revels in it with teary eyes and a thrumming in his heart, delicate and intense, like a gentle earthquake in his chest. 

The pup gives a wobbly cry before Jungkook guides their puckered lips to his supple breast, cradling the back of their hand with a careful hand and they vigorously begin to suck as much milk as they can. 

Jungkook watches it in a daze and even if he had already made this decision before, now he mentally reiterates that he’ll always provide for his pup no matter what. 

“She’s perfect.” He hears Yoongi gasping out, eyes wide in amazement as he sits down next to Jungkook on the same bed, gaze dancing from their pup to Jungkook and back to their pup. “Haneul. Our daughter. She’s so perfect, my God.”

“Yes. And we made her,” Jungkook says with pride, voice still small from all the hours of exertion to bring their daughter into the world. “She’s so tiny. I think she’s the tiniest baby in the world.”

Yoongi laughs a winded laugh. “I’m sure she’s not the tiniest baby in the world.”

“Let’s just agree that she is, I’m too tired.” Jungkook giggles and lets his body fall on the pillow, feeling the exhaustion win against him.

The labor in itself wasn’t complicated per se, but it did last a lot longer than what they expected, so it’s not a surprise that Jungkook feels so worn out both physically and mentally. But despite his every fiber protesting and the need for a longer observation period 一 just to make sure both Jungkook and the pup are alright 一 Jungkook couldn’t be more elated. 

As sleep slowly fills him, Jungkook can imagine a future in which he sings Haneul to sleep, a future with sleepless nights, a future of  “Eomma, can you me help with this?”  Jungkook can imagine a future in which they’ll finally introduce their child to their friends and let them spoil her rotten along with their families. 

Jungkook can imagine a future in which he’ll teach Haneul how to ride a bike and stay by her side all the time, to make sure she doesn’t fall, but ready to kiss her tears away in case she does. 

Jungkook can imagine a future in which Yoongi will put every single drawing she makes on their fridge and stare at it like they’re masterpieces 一 because they will be masterpieces to him.  

Jungkook can imagine a future in which they’ll try to adopt another child and the rollercoaster of emotions they’ll go through until their family of three becomes a family of four. 

Jungkook can imagine so many things for their future, so many dreams, and though they’re out of touch now in the present, they feel close enough to already make part of the intricate embroidery that it’s his life. 

It’s only the beginning. Jungkook, Yoongi, and Haneul’s journey’s just started and the best is yet to come. 

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