It's You

Min Yoongi

     I glare at Namjoon as he ushers Jin out of the house like his ass is on fire. Traitor! Leaving me to deal with this shit. I'm not a coward. Not usually emotion or scared of anything but right now...I'm fucking terrified of my fiancé.
      I sit on the couch and nervously watch Hoseok move about the room, cleaning up snacks from him and Jin. I can't stay still, I'm too fidgety as he finally comes to sit beside me.
      "Babe, You okay? You're acting weird." He frowns.
       Shit! Why does everyone keep saying that?! Am I really that obvious? I take a deep breath and grab his hand, squeezing. "I have some news..."
       His brow furrows but his smile remains. "Really? Is it about the studio? I know you've been workin hard to get it up and running."
      I laugh. "No. No, it's about something else." I'm a chicken shit. I can't do it. Nope, he'll just have to figure it out when I pop out a kid or some shit.
     "Yoongi...you can talk to me. Whatever it is. Is it bad? Is that why you're scared to tell me?" He asks, concerned.
       Another deep breath. I force myself to meet his confused gaze. "I'm pregnant, Hoseok." Oh god. That was hard.
      He stares at me in silence for a long while, taking it in. "You're...pregnant. You're pregnant?! Holy shit! We're pregnant?!" He gushes happily, jumping up and pulling me into his arms, spinning us around in excitement.
      My eyes widen. Not the reaction I was expecting but I'll take it. I pull back to speak but he only kisses my lips, silencing me. His hands caressing my body and sliding under my shirt to feel my stomach.
      He squeals like a damn fan girl. I swat his hands away. "Wait. That's not all." I really don't want to take away any happiness from this moment. I don't want to see his smile slip.
      He visibly calms himself. "What is it?"
      I stare into his eyes, feeling sick. "I d-don't know how far along I am." I mumble. Hating having to say it.
       He frowns. "You can't be that far, Yoongi." His hand slides over my much plumper stomach. Something I've been neglecting to acknowledge for a long while because the thought of getting fat was simply ridiculous to me. His brow furrows as he presses his palm more firmly, feeling. "W-why were you scared to tell me?"
      I look away, not wanting to see his expression fall. "I just found out today because Namjoon made me take a test." I sigh.
      "Okay..."
      I scowl. He's really going to drag it out of me. "It could be...his. Maybe. I d-don't know. Please don't leave me." I blurt out, grabbing his hand and lacing our fingers together.
      He freezes. The thought obviously never crossing his mind. He studies my stomach more closely through my shirt.
       "Please say something. Do you hate me now? I'm so sorry baby. I d-didn't know. I don't know what to do. I need you with me." I panic as the silence continues from his side. He just keeps rubbing my stomach and staring into space.
      "A baby..." He mumbles over and over again. Finally he looks at me. "It's gonna be okay, Yoongi. I love you and we've already promised to give each other another go. It wouldn't be fair to end it over something that we've already made up for." He sighs.
       Tears fill my eyes. "A-are you sure you want to go through this with me? I full heartedly think the baby is yours but...if it's not..."
      He shakes his head. "It's ours no matter what, Yoongi-ah. Namjoon has Jin and their baby. No matter the result...this baby is ours. For our family. We'll just pretend before never happened, okay?"
      I nod, swallowing hard. "I love you."
     He smiles and kisses me. "I love you, too." He chuckles, poking my Now pudgier belly. "You know what this means, right?"
       "What?"
      "Now we definitely have to get married fast! For the baby!" He pulls me towards the bedroom and pushes me on the bed, straddling my thighs. He begins hurriedly kissing and sucking on my neck and collarbone, shoving my shirt out of the way.
      I moan and thrust my hips up to meet his ass, groping and kneading. "Okay...we...c-can get married whenever you want."
       He jerks his shirt over his head and I follow suit. We're both naked in no time with me on all fours while he eats me out, two fingers buried deeply inside me while I moan and ride his fingers.
      "Fuck. So beautiful." He groans, licking my rim as I push my ass back on his face.
      "F-fuck me!" I cry and he does just that, lifting onto his knees and shoving his dick inside hard and fast just like I like.
       "God, you're so tight!" He moans, gripping my hips and forcing my ass back and forth on his dick, hitting my sweet spot so hard I'm seeing stars.
      "There! Right fucking there!" I scream, digging my fingers into the sheets as he changed his angle and manages to get even deeper inside me.
      "Ugh...ugh...yes! God! I'm about to cum!" I lower my head and shoulders, letting him take control of me as his hips stutter, about to cum. "In my mouth! Fuck! Hoseok, baby, cum in my mouth!" I scream and move onto my back.
      Groaning, he obliges, climbing over me until his dick is pressing against my lips. I take his tip into my mouth and he screams, releasing long streams of hot cum on my tongue and down my throat.
      He fucks my mouth hard before pulling out only to force my thighs apart and thrust back inside me, stroking my hard cock and pounding inside me until my back arches off the bed and I'm shooting thick streams of cum all over my stomach and his hand.
      He licks me clean before collapsing beside me, breathing hard. His hand automatically coming to rest on my stomach,
      I pant for air, too hot and sensitive as we both come down from our high. He chuckles and kisses my temple. "I've noticed you've become more needy for sex the last few weeks. Now I know why." He teases.
      I grunt. "Fuck you."
      "I just did baby. Ready to go again all ready? You should've gotten pregnant a long time ago if I knew you'd let me fuck you this much." He raises his eyebrows suggestively.
      I chuff. "Whatever."
      "I'll let you fuck me next time, k?" He snuggles into my side, hand massaging circles on my stomach. 
      I feel my eyelids drooping. "Okay. Thank you for sticking with me. I know this probably isn't easy for you."
      His hand stills. "Actually it's really easy. I love you and it's that simple, Min Yoongi. Our baby will be so smothered with love it won't know what to do with it all." He chuckles. "I'm so excited."
       I smile and lace our fingers together. "I wish it were you pregnant instead of me, though." I pout.
      He just laughs. "Fuck that. I ain't getting fat for you!"
      "Bitch."
      "Technically since you're pregnant that makes you the bitch in this relationship." He retorts.
       "...bitch."