Bts Imagines [ Book 2 ] EDITING IS ON

J-hope

Lips crashing together, you and Hoseok met in a tangle of limbs, pulling at each other's clothes trying to get them off. Breaking apart to finish getting your clothes off, Hoseok looked at you with dark eyes, the hunger clear in them. You shivered, growing wetter at the thought of feeling him inside you. Clothes off, your lips met harshly, teeth nipping at lips and tongues tangling together. Hands exploring each other's bodies, raising goosebumps and making you moan when his fingers grazed your swollen clit. "Hobi, I want to feel you inside me.." you said breathily. He groaned and picked you up, walking over to a chair and sitting down.

"You ready?" he asked, holding you up over over his hard length. You nodded and he pulled you down to meet his upward thrust. You both moaned at the feeling of finally being one. Your walls tightened on him, making him bite his lip. You rose up, stopping when only his head was inside you. You slammed back down and circled your hips, your moans spurring Hoseok's thrusts on. His hands dug into your hips and he leaned forward to take a breast into his mouth, biting and sucking on it. One of his hands found its way to your clit and he rubbed it in small circles, gathering speed as he felt his release coming closer. "Cum for me, jagi." he grunted out. You rolled your hips against his and felt your release coming closer, but not close enough.

He pumped into you harder and deeper, finally hitting your sweet spot. You arched your back and cried out, your walls clamping down on him as you rode out the waves of your orgasm. Hoseok panted and grunted, his own release timing perfectly with yours. You felt him explode in you, your juices mingling and leaking onto your thighs. You collapsed against him, feeling weak.

"I'd say that was it. I think we just made a baby, jagi." you heard the smile in his voice and couldn't help but smile back. "I'd say so, darling."

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6 months later

You don't know what you liked best: the smell of peppermint in your coffee mixed with the smell of gingerbread cookies baking or your husband Hoseok dancing in the kitchen, trying to get your child to dance with him. Laughing, you tried to reason with him. "Honey, he hasn't even been born yet! What makes you think he's going to dance along with you?" Stopping to look at you with an exasperated sigh, he walked over to put his hand on your swollen belly. Stooping down to kiss it, he smiled against your belly before whispering, "what do you think, Min-Jun? Wanna dance with daddy?" Your son gave an answering kick, responding, as he always did, to his father's voice. Looking at you with a bright, albeit smug, smile, he gave you a quick peck and walked to the living room, ready to begin setting up the Christmas tree.

You watched him walk away, so utterly content with your life you felt as if you were high. Getting up slowly, you walked over to the oven to check on the cookies. Seeing them browning on the edges, you grabbed an oven mitt and pulled out the pan, inhaling the heavenly scent. You set them on the counter and looked at the gingerbread house kit you had bought the day before. Pulling the box towards you, you looked at it, mulling over whether you and Hoseok should put it together. You began opening the box when you heard a, "jagi come here you need to see the ornaments I picked out!" Well, I guess we won't be doing that anytime soon.

You closed the box back up, sighed and put a hand on your lower back and went to him, worrying about what ornaments he had picked out. I swear, if he picked up Star Wars ornaments... You walked into the living room to find him on the floor, opening up the ornament boxes, a gleeful expression on his face warning you that your fears were about to come true.

"You did not pick up lightsaber ornaments." you said drily, making your way over to him. You sat down on the floor next to him and began looking through the boxes, your disbelief escalating with each ornament set you saw. "Hoseok, please, please tell me that you got something other than Disney."

"Of course, jagi! Look at this one!" he exclaimed, still just as happy and excited despite your lack of enthusiasm. He pulled out a light blue ornament, and handed it to you, looking a little bashful. You looked at it, unaware you were holding your breath. It was a miniature stocking, the body of it blue and the fuzzy bit on top white. Across the foot of the stocking were the words, in beautiful calligraphy, "Min-Jun's First Christmas." You put your hand on your mouth and looked at your husband, who at the moment looked like he was about to cry himself.

"I know he won't be here in time for Christmas, but I saw it and could not help but get it. I'm just so excited to finally be able to hold him, dance with him, sing to him and even rap for him! This time next year he will already have been crawling, maybe even walking! He will be here trying to help me decorate, but instead getting himself tangled in the tinsel. I imagine he would have your laugh, so hearing him giggle when he gets into mischief will make my heart swell. Jagi, I'm not sure you know how happy I am at the thought of being a father. Honestly, this is the best early Christmas gift I've ever gotten." Looking at you mischievously, he added, "including marrying you."

"Yah!" you said, in mock hurt. Smacking his arm, you tried to scoot away from him and move to the couch but his hands were at your waist, pulling you back towards himself. Both of you laughing by this point, you pretended to struggle against him, not letting him win. In response, he scooted closer to you, kissing your neck when he got close enough. Both of you in a heap of giggles and limbs, you held each other, looking at the bare tree when you felt a kick.
"Hobi, jagi, put your hand on my belly. I think Min-jun likes hearing us laugh," you said, pulling one of his hands onto your stomach. Still laughing a bit, Hoseok sobered up when he felt his son. Leaning forward so his face was right next to his hand, he began speaking in a low voice to his unborn son.

"Min-Jun-ah, this is your father speaking. Your mom and I are so excited to meet you and hold you and kiss you. We are all going to have so much fun, but specially you and I. I am going to teach you how to dance, what moves you need to know to woo the ladies," here you smacked him, a little irriated. "Your mom just hit me because of what I just said, but don't let that fool you. Your mom and I met at one of my performances, actually. She saw my moves and couldn't help but to fall in love with me. So, see, son? Dance is the way to go if you want the woman of your dreams. Of course, if you don't want to dance and choose something else, I'll be behind you all the way. By the way, did I ever tell you the story of the time me and your Uncle Jin were paired up for a show and I had to give strange women flowers?" You put your hand over his mouth, knowing that once he began that story he was likely to put the baby to sleep.
You looked at him, admiring the way the light picked up the lighter tones in his hair, making him look almost angelic. Your eyes traced the curve of his face, hoping that your son would look more like him than like you. You saw him studying you the same way, and asked him, "what are you thinking about, jagiya?"

"I'm thinking about Min-Jun and his beautiful mother. And how I feel like the luckiest man in the world. I say that I am your hope all the time, but you are actually my hope. You helped me pull through to finally release my song. And I know this little guy here," stopping to kiss your belly, he continued, whispering now, "will be my constant ray of sunshine. Even on the darkest, cloudiest days, I know you will make me smile." As the last word left Hoseok's lips, Min-Jun began moving wildly inside the womb, kicking and punching. Yours and Hoseok's eyes met, both of you ecstatic.

"He's dancing! Your baby is actually dancing!" Looking smug again, he responded with, "Of course he is. He is my son after all."