Title: Sweet as Green Mangoes
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo
Genre: Fluff, Smut, Crack
Rating: M
Warning: Mpreg, Sex, Babies
Summary: Jongin and Kyungsoo wants to have a baby after two years of getting married.
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(A/N: This is for @ImBelskie who requested KAISOO MPREG! I hope you like this! ❤)
Kyungsoo, for the past five minutes, is rocking his body as he sits on the bed while waiting for his husband to come out from the shower. He absentmindedly traces his wedding band wrapped around his ring finger, glancing time to time at their two year-old wedding portrait that is suspended along the white wall of their shared bedroom.
Kyungsoo hastily looks at the bathroom door when he hears the clinking of the doorknob. He sees his grinning husband between the shower steam, white towel covering his bottom half as droplets of liquid trickle down his abs of golden tanned-skin. Kyungsoo smiles.
"Hey, love," Jongin singsongs as he unwraps the towel off his waist, revealing his naked half in front of Kyungsoo. He holds the towel and wiggles it in the air in circular motion, a wide grin plastered across his face as he dances into the music he can hear. Kyungsoo snorts.
"What the heck," Kyungsoo mutters as he leans back to the soft pillow behind his back, rolling his eyes to Jongin. "Are you going to dance there like a stripper on a gay bar forever?"
"Patience, love," Jongin says as he walks towards Kyungsoo, his dancing now over.
"I'm just, you know, exercising my hips! So that I can thrust! Yeah? Thrust into you properly! So that we can finally make our baby right after we have sex."
"You already said that the other night," Kyungsoo says, lips pouting. He crosses his arms over his chest. "I don't know, Jongin. Sometimes I'm running out of hope. We're having sex for the past two years but..."
Jongin sighs. "I know, I know. We just need to wait. There's still plenty of time to make our baby, though."
"I guess so," Kyungsoo sadly answers, sliding his back on the fluffy mattress. Jongin gets into his side, lying on his back while brushing his husband's fringe on his forehead.
"Do you want to try again?" Jongin whispers softly against Kyungsoo's ear. "Tonight?"
Kyungsoo turns his head to Jongin, looking at him straight in the eyes. He timidly smiles, placing a quick peck on his husband's plump lips.
"Is that a yes?"
"Stop asking and just kiss me."
"Oh, eager are we?"
Kyungsoo brings his two arms to wrap it around Jongin's neck, bringing him down to claim his lips. The kiss is slow and passionate, just like how Jongin's usual kisses are, and Kyungsoo loves it-- loves the way Jongin nips his upper lip with his gentle teeth, loves the way Jongin swipes his slick tongue against it as he nibbles the soft muscle.
Kyungsoo breathes into Jongin's lips as Jongin enters his tongue inside his mouth, taking his precious time to wander his tongue around the warm cavern. Kyungsoo sucks into Jongin's tongue as he soothingly holds Jongin's smooth cheek, to his sharp jaw and down to his neck, tracing his adam's apple.
"I love you so much," Jongin whispers just as he releases his lips from Kyungsoo's, moving lower to pepper little kisses and marks along Kyungsoo's neck. Kyungsoo hums appreciatively as he tangles his slender fingers through his husband's dark hair while stretching his neck for Jongin's easier access.
"I'm very happy I married someone like you," Jongin says again as he lightly traces Kyungsoo's sides with his fingertips. He stops, holding the waistband of Kyungsoo's boxers and tugging it downwards.
"Can we now take this off, love?"
Smiling, Kyungsoo arches his back and helps Jongin's hand to take off his only clothing down to his thighs, sliding it off to his ankles. Jongin discards Kyungsoo's boxers somewhere on the floor as he plants kisses against Kyungsoo's pale stomach. Kyungsoo giggles.
"I-it tickles," Kyungsoo mumbles in between laughs as Jongin continues to kiss his belly. "Jongin, that's-- haha-- enough!"
Jongin smiles, looking up to Kyungsoo. "I want to kiss where our baby will stay for nine months."
"But I'm ticklish on that part," Kyungsoo says while frowning as he brushes Jongin's bangs with his fingers. "Kiss me anywhere except from my stomach."
"Tss. So demanding," Jongin says with an eye roll. He moves lower, holding Kyungsoo's knees to spread it apart, showing his semi-hard cock.
"I'll kiss your dick instead," Jongin says as he holds his husbands cock with his hand, giving it a few strokes. Kyungsoo gasps, fisting the sheets beside him tightly.
"J-jongin... ugh," Kyungsoo breathily moans as he feels Jongin's warm mouth around his cock, licking and sucking his member in a slow pace. He shuts his eyes close as he spreads his legs wider, his husband now bobbing his head into his dick. Jongin moans, sending vibrations straight to his husband's erection.
"Jongin, ah, Jongin, ah, deeper please," Kyungsoo cries, his hips thrusting forward into Jongin's face for more suction. Jongin looks up with half-lidded eyes to Kyungsoo as he holds his husband's hips down.
"Love, if you continue to buck your hips up, I'll gag," Jongin says in a warning tone. "Let me blow you properly."
"Okay, I'll stop," Kyungsoo answers, sighing. "It just feels so good when you do that, I can't help myself."
Jongin chuckles. "I know."
Jongin returns his mouth into Kyungsoo's cock, swirling his skilful tongue around the head as he strokes the base that couldn't fit inside his mouth. He opens his mouth wider, lowering his head down to swallow Kyungsoo's dick up to his throat while constantly hallowing his cheeks. Kyungsoo moans in pleasure underneath him.
"J-jongin, yes, keep-- ah, keep going, ugh, yes, please, more, ahhhh," Kyungsoo pants heavily, his hands now back to Jongin's hair, ruffling it in time with Jongin's bobs.
Jongin obeys, sucking extra hard to the tip until he feels Kyungsoo's legs trembling to his sides. Kyungsoo shudders, feeling the tightness in his belly as he awaits for his approaching orgasm. Jongin strokes Kyungsoo's cock twice before he releases his mouth from his husband's dick, in time Kyungsoo has exploded his come into spurts of white, up to his stomach and some into Jongin's cheeks.
Kyungsoo gasps for air as he catches for breath, his chest heaving up and down in exhaustion. Jongin wipes Kyungsoo's come off his stomach and off his own cheek with the nearby towel. He gingerly dabs the cloth to Kyungsoo's skin where his come has landed as he cleans him up. Kyungsoo stares lovingly at his husband with a tired smile creeping to his lips.
"Come here," Kyungsoo whispers, holding Jongin's face with his warm palm. Jongin crawls on top of him, hovering him with his Adonis-like body.
Kyungsoo kisses Jongin languidly, lips against lips, their noses frequently bumping against each other, so Jongin carefully tilts his head to the right to find the correct angle. Jongin kisses deeper, more intimate, more heated and more faster. Kyungsoo responds, suddenly feeling Jongin's hard cock poking his inner thigh as he kisses him sweetly.
"You haven't came yet," Kyungsoo says quietly, his gaze not leaving Jongin's eyes. Jongin smiles.
"I'm saving this for later, when I make love to you," Jongin answers, caressing Kyungsoo's soft cheek with his large palm.
"You can make love to me now, Jongin. I'm ready," Kyungsoo says in a sure tone, his eyes expressive.
"You sure?"
Kyungsoo nods. "Yes, I'm sure."
Jongin gets up, rummaging through the drawers on the beside table as he looks for lube while Kyungsoo waits for him patiently, his legs opened wide. Jongin comes back with a bottle of lube in his hand. He pours a generous amount of the liquid substance to his fingers, coating them fully.
"Relax, Kyungsoo. I'm going to put two fingers in. I promise I'll be gentle."
Kyungsoo just laughs. "This is not our first time. I'm used to this."
"But still," Jongin says worriedly. "Tell me if it hurts."
"I will. Now put it in," Kyungsoo orders, wiggling his ass against the bed.
"So needy," Jongin jokes before tracing his two fingers around Kyungsoo's hole. The cold substance makes Kyungsoo shiver.
Jongin gingerly thrusts two fingers inside Kyungsoo's ass, eliciting a long moan from his husband. He wiggles his digits inside as he looks at his husband's face, checking for some sign of discomfort. Slowly, Jongin pulls his fingers out only to thrust it back in, scissoring it inside the tight heat.
"Oh god," Kyungsoo breathes, canting his hips down into his husband's fingers. "Add another one, please."
Jongin withdraws his fingers so that his other finger can join the first two. He pumps three fingers in, out, in, out in a steady movement as he stretches them inside Kyungsoo's tight asshole. Kyungsoo whines, rolling his hips as Jongin fucks his hole with three finger deeply.
"Do you want it faster?" Jongin asks, his wrist hurts because of the awkward angle of his hand thrusting inside the rim, but he doesn't mind a bit.
"Yes, love, please. Faster," Kyungsoo shakily answers, gripping the sheets tightly with his fist. He can feel Jongin's thick fingers brushing his prostate, making him cry out his husband's name in sheer pleasure while his cock is leaking heavy between his legs.
"Kyungsoo, I can't--" Jongin trails off, pumping his fingers into his husband's hole, his own dick achingly hard below him wanting heat. "--take this anymore. Please, take me now."
Kyungsoo nods, pulling Jongin up so that he can rest his palm on the small of Jongin's back. Jongin kisses his forehead before reaching for Kyungsoo's hand, intertwining it with his fingers as he aligns his cock into Kyungsoo's entrance. Kyungsoo opens his legs farther, locking his ankles around Jongin's torso so that Jongin can settle in between him.
"Look at me," Jongin huskily says, his breath fanning across Kyungsoo's scrunched up face. Kyungsoo looks up to him, smiling.
"That's better," Jongin says.
Jongin thrusts his cock in, slowly but surely, earning a drawn out moan from his lover below him as he inserts his dick fully inside Kyungsoo. He gasps, feeling the warm heat he's been anticipating for now enveloping his cock in a pleasurable sensation. He waits for any signs of pain from Kyungsoo's face, but Kyungsoo looks beautifully laid down under him, pleasure filling his husband's whole body the same as what he feels right now.
"Move, Jongin. I want to feel you move," Kyungsoo says against his husband's neck, his palm tracing circles against Jongin's cold back.
"I love you much, Kyungsoo," Jongin says as he moves his hips, thrusting in and out of Kyungsoo. The pace becomes faster and deeper as Jongin finds the rhythm, slamming his cock in record time as he pounds into his lover's ass who's crying in pure ecstasy and overflowing emotions.
"I love you, too," Kyungsoo answers with a smile, tears flowing down his rosy cheeks as he cries silently. "I love you so much. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you, Jongin. Oh god, I love you so much!"
"I know," Jongin says as he laughs, kissing away Kyungsoo's tears as he cants his hips up together with Kyungsoo's body rocking down to his cock. "Don't cry, there's nothing sad to cry about. Silly."
"I'm just-- ah, happy, ah-- I'm so--" Kyungsoo says in between pants as Jongin keeps on ramming into him. "--lucky to have you."
Jongin kisses again his husband, his hand entwined tightly within Kyungsoo's grasp while their bodies are flushed warmly against each other, moving in synchronized motion. Kyungsoo arches his back beautifully and Jongin knows his husband is about to come.
Jongin moves his hips forward rapidly, feeling his orgasm nearing, so he presses his forehead on top of Kyungsoo's, whispering words his heart shouts. His heartbeat rings loudly in his ears and he knows Kyungsoo does the same as they both reach for their climax.
Kyungsoo comes into their stomachs, spilling his load as he breathes heavily, sweat streaming down his temples. Kyungsoo feels Jongin's cock enlarge inside him as his walls constrict against his husband's member. Without pulling out, Jongin explodes inside his husband's ass, filling up his walls with his semen. Kyungsoo clenches his muscles around Jongin's cock, his husband's come flowing down to his insides and to his outer hole and down to his thighs.
There's a comfortable silence filling the air, panting and breathing can only be heard throughout the room without Jongin pulling his cock out inside his lover.
"That was--" Kyungsoo breathes. "--amazing."
"With you, it's always is and always will be," Jongin answers, breathing in Kyungsoo's words against his lips. He can feel Kyungsoo mouth curving up into a tired but pretty smile.
"I love you so much," Jongin says for the nth time.
"The feeling is mutual," Kyungsoo retorts, earning a chuckle from his husband on top of him
"You're the most important thing that happened to me," Jongin finally says.
Kyungsoo smacks his husband's asscheeks. "Cheesy."
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6 Months Later
"Jongin!" Kyungsoo calls from the living room, the sound of the television accompanying his voice.
"Jongin!" Kyungsoo repeats, turning his head to his husband on the kitchen. "Where's my green mangoes!!?"
Jongin abruptly peeks from the kitchen, clad in a pink apron while a bowl is braced into his arms, his other hand messily stirring some mixture inside.
"What!? What green mangoes!? I thought you want apple pie--"
"No!!! Ugh, bring me green mangoes. Now," Kyungsoo says, licking his lips as he watches rows of green mangoes flashed in the screen. He smiles, patting the big bump on his stomach.
"But Kyungsoo, that fruit is not in season right now--"
"But I want to eat it right now," Kyungsoo says while pouting. "Jongsoo is hungry!"
Jongin sighs exasperatedly while rolling his eyes. He places the bowl down and takes off his apron. He shimmies into the drawer to get his wallet and car keys.
"I'll be right back," Jongin says before kissing his husband's forehead goodbye.
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3 hours later
"Love! I'm home!" Jongin calls from the living room, his right hand carrying a bag of green mangoes he hardly gets from an orchard owner in Busan.
"Jongin!" Kyungsoo greets as he walks slowly towards his husband. He holds his hips, his body now bloated not to mention his big bump in his belly with a baby boy inside.
"Where's my passion fruit?"
"Your what--!?"
"My passion fruit. Oh my god, Jongin! Don't tell me you forgot!?"
Jongin slaps his forehead, hard. "I brought you green mangoes, Kyungsoo. Not passion fruit. I doubt that kind of fruit is available in our country."
Kyungsoo frowns, and Jongin is sure he would cry any minute from now. Kyungsoo's pregnancy is really sensitive and it sometimes pisses Jongin off, only sometimes, like right now.
"I thought you love me. You promised me you will give everything I want. I believed you, Jongin. I believed you," Kyungsoo says in between silent sobs. "You fooled me."
"No, no, no, love. Please don't cry," Jongin whispers as he hugs his husband. "It's just a fruit. I'll just buy you ice cream."
Kyungsoo's head perks up, his eyes sparkling. "Really!?"
Jongin smiles and nods. "Uhuh. Now, tell your husband what flavor do you want."
"I want durian flavor."
Jongin facepalms.
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1 year later
"Jongsoo-yah!!! Blebbelbelebele! Look at appa!!!" Jongin coos at his son while making funny faces. Jongsoo blinks, just staring at him with his wide eyes just like Kyungsoo.
"Why isn't he laughing?!" Jongin asks himself, wiggling the colorful tambourine in front of Jongsoo's face, making a loud clinking noise. Jongsoo glares, his little brows knitting together.
"Oh my god, oh no, no, no, don't you dare--"
Jongsoo grips the railings of his crib with his tiny hands balled into fist as he rocks it, shaking it violently.
"No, don't do it. Don't do it, Jongsoo. Don't--"
"WAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! UWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"
Jongsoo burst into tears as he cries on top of his lungs, his tonsil is showing. Jongin panics, flailing his arms aimlessly around the crib as his son cries louder and louder.
"Milk! Do you want milk!?" Jongin anxiously asks, thrusting a bottle of milk to his son's face, but Jongsoo swats it away with his little hands.
"UWAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! AAAHHHHH! EOMMA!!!! EOMMMA!!!"
"Stop crying, Jongsoo-yah! Please!!!" Jongin cries, lifting his son up to carry him within his arms. He shakes his son while humming the alphabet song.
"Don't cry, baby! Don't cry! Ssshhh!"
Jongsoo cries even louder, squirming his little body in his father's embrace as he kicks annoyingly in the air.
"WWWAAAAAHHHH!!!!!! UWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"
"Argh! What the actual fu--" Jongin stops. "Lalalala! Don't cry! Appa is not mad!"
Jongsoo rocks his body, bumping his head against Jongin's chin as he cries, his sharp nails digging into his father's skin.
"Ouch! What is it you want you little piece of shi--" Jongin pauses. "Aigoo! Jongsoo-yah, Appa is not mad, don't cry!"
As if on cue, the door opens. Jongin smiles really wide while his son suddenly stops crying.
"What happened here?" Kyungsoo asks, placing his bag on top of the table. "Did Jongsoo cry again?"
"Oh, no, love. Jongsoo is a good boy! Appa loves Jongsoo and Jongsoo loves appa, right, baby?"
Jongsoo kicks Jongin's stomach.
"I'm outta here," Jongin says, his voice low as he hands his son to his husband. "All yours."
Jongsoo smiles, hugging Kyungsoo with his little chubby arms as he giggles happily. He buries his nose into Kyungsoo's shirt and Kyungsoo laughs, patting Jongsoo's back lovingly.
"Jongin?" Kyungsoo calls, looking over to Jongin who's crouched in a dark corner of the living room.
"What."
"I have a good news."
"What is it."
"I'm pregnant!!!"
Jongin buries his face into his hands as he yells. "YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"
"We didn't use protection last month," Kyungsoo says as he sways his body while carrying Jongsoo. "You said it was okay."
"Don't talk to me."
"But--"
"No, Kyungsoo. I am not going to be happy right now. No. No way."
"But it's--"
"No. I had enough of Jongsoo. I don't want another son. I'm not a good father. I don't deserve this kind of--"
"BUT IT'S A GIRL!!!" Kyungsoo shouts, slightly irritated. "It's a girl, you idiot!"
Jongin's face brightens, his eyes shining as tears roll down from his right eye. "Oh my god. I'm having a princess. Oh my god!!!"
Jongin walks towards his husband and hugs him tightly while kissing him all over his face. "I'm so happy! Thank you so much, love! I love you!"
"I love you, too," Kyungsoo says with a large smile, leaning his head against Jongin's chest.
Jongsoo glares at his father who is leaning extra close to his mother so he kicks his father again.
"I hate you," Jongsoo says in a really deep voice.
Jongin faints.
END
(A/N: This is the last request I' have! It's the first time I'm writing Mpreg and vanilla sex, and I really enjoyed it, thank you to her who requested it! Thanks for reading!)