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As Taehyung unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside, he paused, nose immediately catching on the fresh, sweet scent floating through the air. Baking. The entire place smelled like a bakery first thing in the morning. Warm cinnamon, and fresh vanilla. Rich, raw chocolate and tangy blueberry. He knelt down and took off his shoes, subconsciously flipping through the dates in his mind. Was it a holiday? Someone's birthday? Was there some party at Yoongi’s work, or some family picnic he couldn’t remember? Whatever the occasion was, he was blanking on it. He shrugged his jacket off and hung it up, stepping through the short hall into the living room, and then past the arch that led into their kitchen and dining room. Sure enough, Yoongi was bent over, pulling a pie from the oven. Their countertops covered in baked goods.

Heart shaped sugar cookies, vanilla and chocolate cupcakes with white icing, sweet cinnamon rolls. Finally, the blueberry pie Yoongi was setting it on the stovetop with a huff, wiping at his forehead after he took the oven mitts off and tossed them to the side.

“Are we doing like… a bake drive or something? Is this for Jimin’s charity event?” Taehyung asked, stepping further into the kitchen, feeling like he was in an entirely different place than his home. Confused, concerned, and craving every sweet in the room; starting with his husband, a word that still made him giddy to think about. Excitement from the wedding still feeding his newly wed high.

Yoongi turned behind him, exhaling softly with a small, shy smile. “Oh—no, nothing like that, That would be a good reason for all this, though, huh?” He laughed softly, a little awkward, cheeks flushed as he glanced around the room. There was flour, icing, batter all over his sleeves, hands, and apron. Some of the white icing smeared across his cheek, and flour dusted in his dark locks. Taehyung smiled at him, God, he would be the cutest baker.

“Is there a reason for all this?” Taehyung asked, leaning a hand on the counter, pointing at the dish with at least a dozen cupcakes on it. 

There was silence for a moment, Yoongi’s lips parting before shutting. His mouth skewed to the side and he tilted his head, “There… it’s a reason, sure. I’m just not sure it’s an appropriate one.”

“Appropriate?” Taehyung frowned, brows knitting together in confusion. 

“Well,” Yoongi stepped over to the sink, turning it on to let the water warm, “It started with the cupcakes, and then the cookies. I-I just wanted something sweet, and sugary. And not one of those, like, box cakes you buy sometimes. I wanted real sweets like my mom used to make. And so I thought i’d make a few cupcakes, and a batch of cookies, and we could have them for a little bit, or I could bring them to work, or—something.” Taehyung gave a nod of understanding, reaching out for one of the cupcakes, vanilla, and dipping his finger into the frosting to taste.

Yoongi washed his hands, pausing his story and then continuing it as he dried them on the towel. “And then I saw the cinnamon in the cabinet and I wanted.. cinnabuns.” He motioned with his hands, as if Taehyung needed the tasty, warm treat pointed out to him. As if he didn’t smell it from the door. “And the pie…” Yoongi’s eyes cut to the pie on the stove, lips pursed for a few moments, “I… I honestly don’t know how that pie came to be. I think I passed out. I think this is all from a baking fever dream. I don’t know… if any of this is real.”

Taehyung laughed, straightening up and sauntering over to him, “Do you wanna find out if it’s real?” He smirked, sticking his index finger back into the icing on the cupcake. Yoongi lifted his brow, but his tongue darted out to wet his doll-like lips. He gave a simple nod of his head, taking a half-step back to lean against the counter behind him. And Taehyung stopped in front of him, caging him in, abandoning the cupcake on the counter.

With the finger coated in the sweet, homemade icing, Taehyung smirked and inched it closer to Yoongi’s lips. Some smeared over his top lip before Yoongi parted his lips and let Taehyung ease his finger into his mouth, pressing down against his wet tongue, and sliding into his throat. Wet, warm, and pulling an audible moan from his lips as he eased into the back of his husband’s throat with little issue.

He pressed closer, his hand resting on Yoongi’s hip as he leaned down to nudge his nose into his neck before kissing along the column of his throat as Yoongi tilted his head back. Taehyung slipped another finger into his mouth, working them in and out, pressing into his throat until his knuckles were against Yoongi’s lips. Taehyung slid his hand further back, groping the meat of his ass in his hand and smirking at the gurgled moan muffled against his fingers.

Taehyung withdrew his fingers, and rolled his hips against Yoongi’s, appreciating the broken moan that escaped past his lips. “Craving more than sweets, huh?” He teased, nipping at Yoongi’s bottom lip with a chuckle.

“God, don’t be so embarrassing.” Yoongi muttered, reaching between them for Taehyung’s belt, “When you say shit like that it makes me want to fuck you less.” He complained, but Taehyung just smiled because Yoongi was the one fumbling to get his pants off, while Taehyung calmly watched. He knew damn well the words didn’t come with any ill intent. Yoongi was just flustered and needy. A little brat. But Taehyung wouldn’t punish him for it, no-no, he had other ideas. 

Once his pants were opened he grabbed Yoongi’s hips and flipped him around, bending him over the counter with a smirk. “You’re so cute when you’re desperate.”

“T-Taehyung.” Yoongi moaned softly, pressing back so his ass would rub against Taehyung’s growing erection. “Please just—fuck me.”

Taehyung licked his lips, reaching around Yoongi to hook his fingers into the waistband of his sweats and boxers, shedding them from Yoongi’s lower half with an easy tug. “I love when you’re already saying please.” He murmured against the back of his neck, hands fitting to his hips as he rutted over Yoongi’s ass, nipping playfully at his nape. Yoongi groaned softly, before his noises were suddenly muffled, wet licking and sucking sounds audible, his gasps that were in response to Taehyung’s motions softer, and it was made especially apparent what was happening when Yoongi reached behind him with spit slicked fingers.

Taehyung took a step back, watching as Yoongi pressed two fingers into his ass. Still stretched from that morning. He didn’t know if it was because of the wedding, or honeymoon, or the combination of all the wonderful things in their lives, but Taehyung was helpless to his sex drive. His hands all over Yoongi constantly, needed his cock warmed inside him, his hands on his pliant body, his breathy moans against his ears. He was… a bit much sometimes, he knew that. But Yoongi was a big boy, and thankfully, and expert at handling Taehyung.

But this. Yoongi was so eager as he worked himself open, restretching himself so Taehyung didn’t meet resistance. And Taehyung wasn’t going to question it. He wasn’t going to stop Yoongi because Yoongi typically wasn’t so… vulgar or filthy. But shit, Taehyung was throbbing at the combination of Yoongi’s whiny noises and his fingers eagerly fucking into his heat.

“Shit, Yoons.” He whispered before pulling his cock out, and fisting it tightly. He jerked over it and then smeared the bead of precum over his tip with his thumb before he lifted his hand to his mouth and spit in it. With that he slicked his length; not perfect but certainly enough as Yoongi pulled his digits from his ass opting to instead spread open his ass cheeks. Taehyung licked his lips at his stretched hole, guiding himself into his heat, exhaling as he pushed inside, Tight, tight, tight. Yoongi moaned in his sweet voice, drawn out and cutting off as Taehyung bottomed out.

“T-Tae..” Yoongi slurred and Taehyung wrapped his arms around his middle, kissing along his neck. He was slow with his thrusts, careful and just half pull outs, nuzzling into the sensitive spot behind Yoongi’s ear before he mouthed at his lobe. “G-God.” He choked out, reaching back to squeeze Taehyung’s ass and urge him to move faster. Taehyung listened, pressing Yoongi against the counter to keep him still as his hand cupped Yoong’s ass, gaze falling down to watch his cock disappear into Yoongi’s heat.

He increased the strength of his hips, each kick harder but the pace still slowed. Deep, and powerful and making Yoongi whimper everytime Taehyung’s balls slapped against him, his hands balling into fists so tight his knuckles were turning white. “So tight.” He groaned, squeezing the swell of Yoongi’s ass, lips parted as he moaned, Yoongi whimpering, “Fuck you’re tight.”

“Yeah.” Yoongi choked, rocking back into him until Taehyung slowed down, and Yoongi fucked back on his length, Taehyung biting down on his bottom lip as he watched Yoongi, his hands sliding to his waist to help Yoongi with his pace and accuracy, only guiding him a little. He let Yoongi control them, his moans getting whinier as he desperately tried to fuck back faster and faster, whispering pleases and i need its. But he made no moved to stop and let Taehyung fuck back into him, no, Yoongi was riding out his high, stuck in his own world, using Taehyung to get off. And Taehyung had never experienced anything hotter than Yoongi’s back arching as he whimpered and his ass smacked against Taehyung’s hips.

And Yoongi rode him until his heat was clenching and he was shivering, crying out as his hand fisted his dick and he came. Taehyung took back over then, as Yoongi was trying to catch his breath. He grabbed Yoongi’s hips, kicking his own roughly and forcing him against the counter, his husband gasping in surprise and then groaning as Taehyung fisted his hair and forced his head down, his grip on his hip tightening as Taehyung took his turn to be indulgent, teeth gritting as he grunted, Yoongi’s heat tightening around him, clenching and suffocating his cock. Yoongi was slurring, chimes of consistent, “Yesyesyesyesyes.” Only making Taehyung’s grip tighten, Yoongi whining loudly, arm jerking and pulling at his length before he was hissing and clenching around Taehyung, coming again.

Taehyung released then with a choked moan, slumping over Yoongi’s back, panting against his neck, hugging around his waist, his cock softening inside Yoongi after a few moments. He smacked his lips, smirking before he laughed softly, “Y’know…”

“If you make a baking-sex-pun-innuendo-whatever, Min Taehyung, I swear to god I will divorce you.”

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Taehyung knew something was wrong. Or—no. Wrong wasn’t the right word, maybe different. Something was different with Yoongi. With them. Yoongi was typically the cook between them, just handled better in the kitchen. But one thing Taehyung noticed was he was eating better. It was something he struggled with, eating consistently. He got caught up in grading papers, sending emails, and working on lesson plans that he overlooked his meals. But he didn’t seem to do it anymore, something that made Taehyung happy, more relaxed, even a little proud.

Yoongi was eating more, he was letting Taehyung feed him, or sneaking bites from Taehyung snacks, or takeout dishes. He was adorable. He was so cute, and happy and, if Taehyung could be dramatic, he was glowing.

Taehyung even found himself at Seokjin and Jeongguk’s place more often. Not there to game with Jeongguk but instead begging Seokjin to teach him a few recipes so he could cook for Yoongi. That way he could have Yoongi eating more from his hand, wrapping his arms around him in the kitchen, complimenting his cooking. Taehyung wanted to get better at it for his husband.

He was what was wrong, because his happiness for Yoongi eating, and putting on weight went beyond pride, or relief. When Yoongi would part his lips for a bite of Taehyung’s plate at a restaurant or would ask for a taste of whatever Taehyung was cooking, something warm stirred in his stomach. His cheeks flushed as he listened to Yoongi hum, and moan and lick his lips.

And it didn’t just stop with that, no, it went further. Taehyung’s eyes would focus on Yoongi as he tried to button a pair of jeans, and groan in frustration because they wouldn’t fit. His tummy cute, a pretty curve that was soft to his touch, squishy like dough and just stunning.

Yoongi just looked stunning, his round cheeks were adorable, and his thick thighs thrown over his shoulders, squeezing against his head while he ate Yoongi out was to die for. Not to mention Yoongi’s already plump ass was bigger in his hands. Everything was. Taehyung thought Yoongi was as stunning as he was the day he met him.

But it was becoming more obvious that Yoongi was getting self conscious. Taehyung noticed a few times where Yoongi seemed to stop eating, stare at his food, claim to be full and then his stomach would growl or he’d go back into the kitchen. He did it all with a guilty expression, and Taehyung tried supporting him. Telling him how beautiful he was, how much he adored him.

He tried all he could but he could tell as he came home from Jimin’s that Yoongi wasn’t doing well. He was in the living room alone, blanket over his lap with Taehyung’s sweater loosely over his body. His lips pulled down in a soft frown and a furrow in his brow. He looked to be watching television but Taehyung knew his husband well, learned his patterns and mannerism in their five years together, Yoongi’s gaze was hollow, lost in thought, not reaching anything. He barely even reacted to Taehyung entering the room.

Taehyung stepped forward, tossing his jacket over their love seat, and dropped his keys on the coffee table, the sound making Yoongi’s head snap up. “Oh. Welcome home.” Taehyung smiled and leaned down to tilt Yoongi’s chin up, pressing his lips against Yoongi’s as he knelt down on the couch. Yoongi responded immediately, fingers smoothing over Taehyung’s hoodie to pull him closer, kissing back eagerly.

Yoongi, despite his recent insecurities, had been all over him. Like how Taehyung had been during their honeymoon. Yoongi couldn’t keep his hands off him, which wasn’t something Taehyung was going to complain about. Yoongi sliding his hands between his thighs, or getting on his knees was never going to be an issue. And today was no different. Yoongi’s hand groped the front of Taehyung’s jeans, cupping him tightly, pulling a moan from him.

Taehyung pushed the blanket down, groaning at the sight of Yoongi’s bare thighs, shorts hiked up already. He smoothed a hand up Yoongi’s thigh, squeezing it before he pushed his shirt up, kissing along the curve of his jaw. But Yoongi fumbled for a moment, stopping his wrist as he started to tug the sweater off Yoongi’s body.

“C-Can I just leave it on?” He whispered, biting down on his lip as he looked hopefully at Taehyung.

“I want to see my beautiful husband.” Taehyung insisted, frowning, “You’re so pretty.”

Yoongi looked away before shutting his eyes, “Taehyung… I just. I don’t want to take my clothes off.” 

“Baby.” He reached up to take Yoongi’s chin again, gently nudging him to look at him again, “I promise you you’re so beautiful. I know you’ve been feeling down recently but—”

Yoongi cut him off, shaking his head, “I-It’s not even recently. It’s been weeks. I’ve felt sick the past three days, an-and I’m always hungry for something but a few hours after I eat, I’m just sick in the bathroom. And—” Tears were welling up in his eyes, pink blotching his face, “I barely fit into my slacks, it’s so ti-tight and I’m gaining weight like crazy and it’s probably why I’m so sick and I just don’t want to see myself naked, please.”

Taehyung caught his first set of tears with his thumb, his heart breaking as Yoongi’s bottom lip trembled before he started to sob and Taehyung surged forward, wrapping Yoongi into a tight hug, pulling him back and urging him into his lap.

“I-I don’t want,” He struggled, “I don’t want you to think I’m ugly and I know it’s stupid because I know you love me but…” He hugged Taehyung back, gripping the fabric of his hoodie like it was a life line, “I’m scared I’m gonna push you away with the weight gain and if not that I’m going to find some other way to push you away. With this overreacting and all. Hysterics or whatever.”

“First of all,” Taehyung kissed the crook of his neck where his much baggier sweater hung off Yoongi, “You are not hysterical, baby. You’re valid. This is all valid, don’t even start to think you’re wrong for feeling any type of way.” Taehyung leaned back some, pressing a firm kiss to his cheek before he pressed his forehead to Yoongi’s, “And secondly, there’s nothing you could ever do to make me stop loving you. There’s nothing you can say to push me away, and you’re always going to be the most beautiful person in my world.”

Yoongi nodded, sniffling softly before nodding more, “I-I know. In the back of my mind I know that.”

Taehyung smiled, leaning back to pet his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, pushing his dark locks from his forehead, “I think you’re cute. I think you sneaking bites from my plate is cute, I love cooking for you, and feeding you. I feel like I’m taking care of you, just like I promised when I married you. I’m happy you’re eating better instead of going ten or so hours without it. I know that you’re going to feel how you do, and you might not be comfortable with how you look right now, but Yoongi, you’re gorgeous. You’re always going to be gorgeous.”

Yoongi nodded, smiling hesitantly as he reached up with a shaky hand to wipe at his eyes, “Please don’t ma-make me soft right now.” He let out a choked laugh and Taehyung grinned widely, laughing softly.

“Sorry, it’s my job as your husband.” He kissed his forehead. “Hang on a second.” Taehyung squeezed Yoongi’s thigh as he stood up, and entered the kitchen. He got a bowl, and what he needed from the fridge before coming back. “Kay.” He sat down, nudging his way between Yoongi’s legs, kneeling there. He reached into the bowl, and pulled up the strawberry. “Here. I wanna show you it’s okay to eat. You’re okay.”

“T-Tae.” Yoongi frowned and Taehyung just smiled wider. Yoongi was quiet for a moment before he parted his lips, and Taehyung pressed the fruit to his lips, watching Yoongi’s mouth wrap around the red fruits and bite down, juices coating his little lips before he licked it away. Taehyung nudged the fruit forward again, lips parted subconsciously as he watched Yoongi take another bite, his kitten-like eyes blinking up at him innocently, the warmth back in Taehyung’s stomach. After finished the berry, Yoongi licked gently at Taehyung’s fingers, sighing as they traced the shape of his lips, “Y-You really like feeding me?”

“I—” Taehyung hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flushing, “I like it.. yeah. I like watching you eat, and the.. noises you make. I.. I don’t want you to take this wrong but; I like the..” He hesitated, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

Yoongi blushed, hands playing with the sweater, “Y-You can say it.”

Taehyung nodded, “I like the weight. N-Not that it’s even a lot, or that you look different, or, y’know, that I didn’t like you before, but.. I think you look good no matter what.”

Yoongi nodded, his cheeks warming redder, he didn’t respond for a moment, before he looked down at the strawberries, “Can you.. feed me another?”

He glanced down, reaching for another, and lifted it to Yoongi’s lips again. Yoongi wrapped his long, pale fingers around Taehyung’s wrist, squeezing gently as he bit down, his eyes shutting, lashes resting on his round cheeks. Taehyung watched in awe again. Yoongi didn’t lick away the juice staining his lips this time. Instead he took another bite, bigger, juice on the corners on his mouth as he looked up at Taehyung, eyes half-lidded, sparkle there Taehyung was familiar with.

“You.” Taehyung found his mouth dry, struggling to speak for a second, “You like being fed?” 

“I like when you feed me.” Yoongi admitted, reaching up to tuck Taehyung’s curly locks behind his ear, “When you feed me, I don’t feel so bad.” Taehyung felt butterflies in his stomach, hastily reaching for another strawberry to press against Yoongi’s lips, watching him pause for a moment before his tongue darted out, licking over the fruit, eyes on Taehyung’s. His cock stirred beneath his jeans, watching Yoongi wrap his mouth around the fruit, lips grazing Taehyung’s fingertips, making his breath hitch. Yoongi licked his lips then, pushing Taehyung’s hand away, “I don’t wanna eat anymore.”

“Y-Yeah?” Taehyung asked.

Yoongi took the bowl from his hand, the strawberry from his hand, setting them on the floor, “Yeah. Wanna kiss you.” Taehyung nodded, his body felt hot as Yoongi laid back and Taehyung hovered overtop of him, leaning down to lick into Yoongi’s sweet mouth. The taste of strawberries still there, on his tongue, and lips. He couldn’t help but moan against Yoongi’s lips, his fingers gently petting through his hair, tilting his head so he could deepen his languid kiss with his husband. Yoongi sighed against his mouth, happy, warm, comfortable. 

And then he pushed on Taehyung’s shoulder, getting him to lean back so he could pull on his hoodie, getting it over his head with Taehyung’s help. “Want you, baby.” Taehyung pressed another kiss to Yoongi’s lips as he uttered the words, before he stepped back to shoved his jeans down and stepped out of them, his briefs joining them on the floor. Taehyung knelt back on the couch, reaching for Yoongi’s shorts. “W-Wait.” He grabbed Taehyung's wrist, stopping him. Taehyung gave him a concerned look, watching Yoongi take a deep breath, “Let me.”

So he did. He sat back, and watched Yoongi hook his thumbs into his shorts, pushing them down his thighs, and then his calves, tossing them aside to find later. Taehyung got a glimpse at the shiny black plug he had in, and then Yoongi was gripping the sweater, pausing for a second before he pulled that off too. Slowly, tugging it over his head, and then hugging it to his chest for a few seconds before he let it drop to the floor.

Taehyung smiled, his heart swelling with pride. Yoongi noticed and flushed all the way down his neck, “D-Don’t make a big deal of it.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Taehyung chuckled, moving back between his legs, “God, you’re just cute.” Yoongi groaned, fake gagging and Taehyung giggled as he pressed his nose against his navel, nuzzling into Yoongi’s soft tummy, kissing along his hip. Before he smirked and bit down, sucking the skin between his teeth, soaking in the groan from Yoongi’s lips before he licked and kissed the spot nurturing it. Yoongi’s fingers stroked Taehyung’s hair before threading into it, gently nudging his head in the direction of his shaft.

Taehyung followed easily, taking the base of Yoongi’s cock in his hand as he licked along the underside, relishing in the way Yoongi shuddered, lips parting. His tummy looked cute like this, Taehyung couldn’t help but reach up, smoothing his hand over it as he wrapped his lips around Yoongi’s cock, sinking down his length. He noted, strangely, that Yoongi’s tummy felt firmer than he remembered. He wondered how long it had felt like that, wondered why he hadn’t noticed yet. But all those thoughts were halted when Yoongi gave a gentle tug on his hair, making Taehyung swallow Yoongi down more, the tip of his dick barely breaching his throat. Taehyung leaned back some, bobbing his head a few times as he tightened his throat, and sunk back down, taking Yoongi in and moaning around him. 

“Fuck yes.” Yoongi gasped, nails raking over his scalp. Taehyung reached between Yoongi’s thighs, pulling the plug out, and dropping it to the floor with a thud. He moved two fingers to his rim, and pressed into him, his cock throbbing as he heard Yoong’s breath hitch. His hips kicked up, fucking deep into his throat as Taehyung scissored his fingers inside of Yoongi, pressing in until his knuckles caught on his rim. “Oh-hhah.” Yoongi moaned as Taehyung worked his fingers against the walls of his heat, rutting over his nerves, Yoongi squirming for just a moment before Taehyung stopped him by holding his hip down. “Please. Please, please—” He begged and Taehyung pulled back, bobbing his head over him, working a third digit in, and fucking his fingers into Yoongi’s ass, right against that sweet spot.

Yoongi was a mess, precum on Taehyung’s tongue, his soft thighs pressing against Taehyung’s cheeks, hands pulling back on his hair, then pulling him back in, an indecisive little mess. He wanted Taehyung to do more, but was so overwhelmed he wanted it over with. Taehyung planned on giving him the former. He swallowed Yoongi back into his throat, curling his fingers before fucking faster, dragging them over his prostate, “Fuck me.” Yoongi panted, tears leaving his eyes, chest now flushed that pretty pink color Taehyung loved so much on Yoongi. “I’m—I’m—hahhh."  Taehyung shut his eyes as he felt Yoongi come, swallowing his release, his fingers still working into him at a much slower, gentler pace. Yoongi was whining through his orgasm, his grip tight, tight, tighter before he released Taehyung hair all together.

Taehyung leaned back, trying to suppress the smirk but failing miserably. Yoongi groaned softly, “C’mon. Show some mercy I’ve been needy.”

Taehyung laughed softly, hugging around his waist. “That’s okay. I like it.” He reached down, taking his cock and pressing it against Yoongi’s rim, smirking more as Yoongi’s breath hitched.

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, beautiful.”

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Taehyung couldn’t remember the last time he was in an emergency room. Maybe a year ago with Jeongguk? Maybe to pick Namjoon up for some reason? But Yoongi wasn’t doing well. He’d been sick for the past few days; throwing up everything he ate, soreness in his joints, And when he wasn’t sick, or aching, he barely had the energy to get out of bed.

The only thing Taehyung could think of was the flu, or something, but he didn’t want to risk anything. After a lot of convincing and a deal to have Seokjin come over and cook for Yoongi, they were finally there.

Typically, they would just go to their family doctor but the office was being renovated, so instead they were stuck in the emergency room lobby, Yoongi leaning against Taehyung’s shoulder while Taehyung rubbed up and down his back, occasionally kissing the top of his head. They were seated for a while, leaning against each other for comfort, sharing earbuds and enjoying a playlist Hoseok made for them when finally, their names were called.

And thus began the tests, questions, and pokes and prodding. Taehyung’s hand in his, or rubbing his thigh to keep him comfortable. The nurses left, and they were left alone.

“Was this really necessary?” Yoongi complained, slumping in the hospital bed.

Taehyung smiled, tracing shapes into the back of Yoongi’s hand, “Y’know if you just wanted me to baby you more, you should have said so. All of this could have been avoided.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, smirk on his lips, “Like you’d ever stop babying me. You don’t even stop when I beg.”

“First off,” Taehyung laughed, “You beg easily.” Yoongi scoffed, but there was the ghost of a smile on his lips, “And secondly, you love being babied. I see right through your lies.”

In the middle of their laughter the curtain was pulled back and a woman entered with a clipboard, a smile on her lips as she introduced herself to them as their doctor. She asked Yoongi to repeat his symptoms, and so Yoongi did. Answering her questions as she had them, her pencil easily scribbling on the board. She took her leave, letting them know the tests she was running would be done before she left, but before she turned away, she mentioned coming back with an ultrasound technician.

And Taehyung saw the panic in Yoongi’s eyes. The way they widened and then his hand clenched into a fist.

Taehyung frowned, smoothing his hand over Yoongi’s, turning his attention to the doctor, “Why, uhm, why are you taking an ultrasound?”

“Well, your urine test showed that you’re pregnant, I’d like to do an ultrasound to make sure it’s not a false positive, and that everything is going smoothly.” She explained, “Your symptoms line up, and we can figure out how far along you are if you are pregnant. Would you two have any idea of when the conception day would have been?”

Taehyung blinked in surprise, his words lost, throat tight. Yoongi too seemed shock, but found his way to speaking, after stumbling over his words, “We—we’re just married. So..” He frowned.

“We’ve been busy.” Taehyung finished without thinking. Yoongi sputtered and slapped his arm, hissing his name and Taehyung flushed in shame.

“It’s okay; I understand.” She smiled, before turning her attention back to Yoongi, “Did you know you had a womb? Or..?”

“W-Well, yeah, I’ve known. But my previous doctor told me I wasn’t able to…”

She nodded, “That’s why we’re going to do the ultrasound, and then after that we can see how things are, and talk about your options. But the symptoms you’re having are entirely normal, healthy symptoms everyone feels when they’re expecting. And as long as there hasn’t been internal pain, or bleeding we have nothing to worry about. But I don’t want either of you panicking, we’ll figure this all out right now, okay? I’m going to check on the ETA for that technician and I’ll be back.” She turned away then, pulling the curtain shut behind her.

Yoongi worried his bottom lip between his lips, before he brought his hand to his mouth, chewing on his nails. Taehyung couldn’t even think to stop him, caught in his own thoughts. He always thought about children, having them with Yoongi. He just didn’t know it would happen yet, or that they would have their own kids. He didn’t know that was a possibility. Apparently, Yoongi didn’t know either, leaving the both of them speechless.

Taehyung’s hand didn’t leave Yoongi’s, though. He didn’t know what his husband was thinking, and he didn’t know how to ask him just yet. Taehyung supposed there was no point in talking  about it until the doctor came back and Yoongi got his ultrasound. The doctor said everything appeared to be healthy and natural but Taehyung’s heart wouldn’t stop hammering against his chest. And as the technician and the doctor reentered their space, Taehyung stood up, his fingers intertwining with Yoongi’s, his other hand joining to hold Yoongi’s between his.

Yoongi squeezed Taehyung’s hand as they lowered him back, and had him push up his shirt. Taehyung felt like a bucket of nerves as he watched, Yoongi laying back with his eyes squeezed shut. Time seemed to be moving strangely. One minute in slow motion, and then the technician was already turning on the machine and it felt like whiplash. Slow, and fast. His heart pounding so fast and hard Taehyung wasn’t sure how he hadn’t passed out yet. The technician leaned back, and pointed to the screen. 

Taehyung watched silently, looking at the screen but not really understanding anything at all. He didn’t understand this situation. He wasn’t prepared for any  of this. His eyes darted to Yoongi, who was laying there still, eyes squeezed shut. Taehyung leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, petting back some of his hair.

“Well, if you can answer just a few more question, Mr. Min, I can tell you how far along you are. But, it seemed like we’re looking at least five weeks because your baby has a heartbeat.”

“The wedding was about two months ago so… yeah. Five weeks isn’t impossible.” Taehyung breathed out, his voice wavering. She hummed, and stood up straighter, “Is.. everything okay?”

The technician cleaned up as she flipped the lights back on, “Absolutely. Like I said before, the sickness, cravings, soreness is all normal and healthy.” She squeezed Yoongi’s arm, “It feels miserable but it’s a good sign, I promise. And your child had a steady heartbeat on the monitor, along with all their other stats normal, and healthy too. Although the size of your womb is small, which is likely why you were told you couldn’t carry, it’s certainly manageable. With constant visits to your doctor to track growth and development, there’s no reason why you couldn’t carry a child to full term.” She scribbled down on her clipboard and ripped it off, signing it and handing it to Taehyung, “This was my doctor when my wife was carrying, if you’d like to pay them a visit, I highly recommend it. They can talk through your options with you, and help you decide what to do, if you need it.” She continued on longer, talking to Yoongi more about managing his symptoms, answering a few of their questions, and then finally, she wished them a good night.

The ride home was quiet. Yoongi seemed to be in his own head, eyes focused outside the window while Taehyung drove. He couldn’t blame him, it was a lot for one night, a lot of talking and considering. Unexpected entirely. And Taehyung didn’t exactly know what to do, or what to say. He didn’t know what Yoongi wanted to do. He knew a family was mentioned, he knew they would have one… in the future. And Taehyung didn’t mind starting one now but it was Yoongi’s decision. It was his body.

They got home, and that was when the slow motion really kicked in. Each step was difficult to take, and the winding staircase felt endless. When Yoongi finally got to the door and unlocked it, he sighed, pulling his jacket off after he flipped the light switch on. “Well.” He cleared his throat, glancing back at Taehyung, looking uncertain and maybe a little shy, “That was… unexpected. I thought I had the flu or something.” He mumbled.

Taehyung nodded, reaching out to pull Yoongi into a hug, which he allowed. No adorable protest or whining, just leaned into Taehyung, his arms wrapping back around him after a moment. “I love you.” He murmured, kissing his temple.

“I love you too.” Yoongi murmured into his shoulder. 

“I want whatever you want.” He leaned back some, looking down at him, “We can go to that doctor first if you want, we can talk options, we can do this in whatever way makes you comfortable. And whatever decision you make, I’ll support you.” He offered a small smile, gently petting his hair.

Yoongi nodded, exhaling softly, wiping at the corner of his eye, “Okay… okay.” He nodded. “And… and if I wanted to keep them.. that’d be..?”

“Perfect.” Taehyung said immediately, “That’d be perfect.”

“We didn’t talk about starting the family stuff until later but.. maybe it’s happening now for a reason.” He said, maybe more to himself than to Taehyung. “I’ve wanted to have a baby, I just didn’t think it was possible. So… I think I know what I want.” He licked his upper lip, glancing back up at Taehyung.

Taehyung smiled and leaned down to slot his mouth against Yoongi’s, kissing him firmly and deeply, wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling him flush against his body, “I’m glad. You deserve that opportunity.” He mumbled against Yoongi’s lips. Yoongi smiled, and tilted his head to meet Taehyung’s lips in another kiss, gently licking between them and slipping his tongue into Taehyung’s mouth to kiss him deeply, to taste his mouth. Taehyung hummed in appreciation, leaning back again and grinning at Yoongi’s whine, “As long as we can paint the nursery yellow, I’m okay with everything.”

“Yellow?” Yoongi made a face, brows furrowing, an amused smile on his lips, “Why yellow?”

“My nursery was yellow.”

Yoongi laughed, hands smoothing down Taehyung’s chest, “I mean, I think the nursery color should be the least of our concerns. We have a lot of shit to worry about. Like are you going to be able to put up with cranky, whiny, hangry, impatient, pregnant me? Wanting ice cream at two in the morning, or a foot massage every night before bed? That’s stuff pregnant people want, right?”

“What’s the difference? Isn’t that how you always are?” Taehyung teased, laughing as Yoongi smacked his chest playfully, “What?! I’m just saying I’m already efficient in dealing with this all.”

“I fucking hate you.” Yoongi laughed, shoving Taehyung away and attempting to walk away from him. But Taehyung just laughed and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling Yoongi’s back into his chest, laughing against his ear as he squirmed.

He pressed a few light kisses to the sensitive spot tucked right there and smoothed his hands over Yoongi’s stomach, “You love me.”

“Yeah.” Yoongi scoffed, growing silent afterwards, his hands smoothing over Taehyung’s, “Yeah, I guess I do.” His voice was fond, small, and sweet. Taehyung’s lips pulling up into a widen smile and Yoongi tilted his head to meet Taehyung’s lips in another kiss.

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Taehyung’s lips pursed into a soft frown as he considered the freezer in front of him. He could get ice cream. It wasn’t on the short list in his hand, but, as far as he knew, the freezer at home was barren of any sweet treats. Just frozen meats and some quick, microwavable meals for when they were too lazy to cook. By now, Taehyung was sure they were frostbitten and old considering he and Yoongi had been cooking daily. But ice cream… they didn’t have any ice cream at home. Taehyung glanced into the shopper’s basket that was hanging in the crook of his elbow. He had two bags of chips Yoongi was craving, and the little chocolate-peanut bites that began this trip to the store.

It was almost one in the morning, Taehyung’s sweatpants were baggy, and he was in some slippers. He hadn’t even had time to throw on underwear when Yoongi had stirred him awake, poking at his cheek as he murmured his name.

He had just wanted some chocolates, that was all. Meant to grab some on his way home and it slipped his mind. He was having a tough time sleeping, but chocolates would do the trick. And Taehyung had just rolled out of bed, blinking his heavy eyes awake as Yoongi beamed behind him. Yoongi was getting a little too comfortable with Taehyung’s kindness, but at the same time, Taehyung was never going to do anything to stop him. If Yoongi wanted snacks at one in the morning, then Taehyung would go get him snacks. Besides, it was the weekend. Neither of them had work, which meant waking up at a time like this wasn’t a bother at all. Especially if his pregnant husband and his baby needed a little something to get through the night.

Taehyung never thought husband would sound any better, and he was still giddy from the wedding, though he always would be. But having Yoongi be pregnant, getting to tell people, and plan their appointments with the doctor left a whole new giddy feeling in his chest. Like fresh butterflies, tickling at his insides. He was smiling even now, just thinking about it. Yoongi was pregnant. And he was doing so well. Morning sickness was still a problem, because it was so early, but he had everything down like a cycle almost. Taehyung still felt for him when he slipped away in the morning. But that would be ending soon as the second trimester creeped closer. It felt like yesterday when they found out but a few weeks had actually passed between then and now. Time spent with Yoongi usually flew by, but with the pregnancy, Taehyung felt like things were accelerated by ten times.

“Excuse me.” Taehyung blinked, being pulled from his thoughts as a woman smiled sympathetically at him. Taehyung stepped aside with a soft apology and she reached into the freezer, stealing a small pint of ice cream before she left the aisle. Taehyung glanced back at the rows of flavors, and decided to prepare. Maybe Yoongi would end up craving it at some point this weekend and it would save him a trip. He grabbed a few flavors, Yoongi’s favorite, his own, and a peanut butter cup one because that seemed to be the latest trend; Yoongi had grown a whole new fondness for peanut butter. But, maybe it wasn’t Yoongi as much as it was the little brat growing inside him.

Taehyung brought the basket to the front, greeted the exhausted looking cashier as she scanned and bagged the items. He must have looked like he was high or something. All the chips, candies, ice cream. He looked like he was in desperate need of some serious munchies, and it made him feel a little embarrassed. He shook it off as he pulled out his card, paying swiftly and collecting the bags as he reached his car, ready to return to the warmth of their home, and his soft bed, sleep beckoning his attention again. It was the want of his comfort around him, his pillow under his head, and the sleep still lingering behind his eyes that guided him home. The drive was practically done on auto-pilot, Taehyung yawning one too many times before he was pulling in to park, and grabbing the bags a second time as he walked up the stairs to his and Yoongi’s apartment, unlocking the door to let himself inside.

He could hear the television playing from the bedroom, but he made sure to stop in the kitchen first, setting the ice creams in the freezer. He transferred all the snacks into one bag, and got himself a glass of water before he walked back to the bedroom, the door still ajar as he’d left it. Yoongi was sitting up in bed, the television playing a documentary he had put on to sleep to, but Yoongi was distracted with his phone, the light illuminating his face as he scanned the contents.

Taehyung lingered there for a moment, smiling to himself as his eyes scanned his husband. Yoongi had changed a lot in the past few weeks. In the last month. Hell, since Taehyung had met him years ago. Right now, during this early morning where the city was sleeping, Yoongi was beautiful. His cheeks were round, soft and doughlike. He’d gained some healthy weight with all the snacking he had been doing, and Taehyung adored seeing it on him. What he liked more was the comfort and confidence Yoongi was starting to build with it. At first, he’d been too worried, too self-conscious. Taehyung could remember how some days he didn’t even want to change his clothes, where he seemed to doubt that Taehyung could still love him. But the idea of Taehyung being any less attracted to Yoongi because of a few pounds was outrageous. And he made sure to remind Yoongi of that every time he saw doubt flash in his eyes.

Yoongi was beautiful. He always had been, and he always would be. It didn’t matter what the number attached to his weight said. Taehyung would love him endlessly.

Yoongi’s head tilted to the side, and his gaze flickered over Taehyung, “You okay?” He asked softly, the deep lull of his voice more curious than worried. “You took a bit longer than usual.” He added a moment later, pushing himself up to sit more properly and with less of a slouch.

Taehyung simply hummed in response as he walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. He handed Yoongi the bag, chips and candies galore, all the exact ones he asked for. Yoongi dug into the bag immediately as Taehyung laid back in bed beside him, rolling over onto his side to lazily watch Yoongi as he dove into the chocolates, pulling them open, drooling as he unwrapped the first one. “You don’t know how bad these cravings can get.” Yoongi murmured before he wrapped his lips around the chocolate, chewing on it and sighing happily, his long fingers already opening up a second piece.

Taehyung laughed softly, reaching out to rub gently at his thigh, “Taste good?” He teased Yoongi softly, but Yoongi didn’t even care. He moaned unabashedly as he ate another, nodding his head, cheeks full.

“I’s sho good, ompf.” His mouth was full as he spoke, and Taehyung couldn’t help himself as he laughed loudly, turning his face to hide it against his pillow as he giggled. He heard Yoongi huff above him, and the annoyed sound only made him laugh harder, trying to stop his giggles as he turned his head to look back up at him. “I don’t get what’s so funny.” Yoongi pouted lightly, not even bothering to look at Taehyung. He was still preoccupied unwrapping another piece of candy.

“You’re just too cute.” Taehyung replied, watching as Yoongi’s expression softened. And with that, he lowered the piece he unwrapped to Taehyung’s lips. Taehyung accepted the offer, pushing himself up onto his elbows, and parting his lips. Usually, it was the other way around. Taehyung had been feeding Yoongi practically every bite of his food, something he found he liked doing a little too much. Yoongi had been pretty relaxed recently, more pliant, more submissive. Taehyung might get a grumble or two out of him, but overall Yoongi seemed more than happy to let Taehyung entertain himself.

Taehyung knew why, whether Yoongi wanted to admit it or not, he loved all the extra attention Taehyung was paying him. He liked sitting back, barely lifting a finger for himself, being the center of Taehyung’s world. He got to see just how much Taehyung would do for him, how happy he was to spoil him. 

Taehyung hummed as he got the sweet taste of milk chocolate on his tongue, but he chased Yoongi’s fingers, taking hold of his wrist to keep his hand there. He licked at the length of his digits, sucking them into his mouth, smirking at the flush that covered Yoongi’s cheeks. He watched him silently as Taehyung sucked them into his mouth, he felt Yoongi’s fingers twitch against his tongue. He chuckled as he leaned back, Yoongi’s fingers lingering in the air for a moment, “You doing okay?” He teased Yoongi softly, watching his eyes widen like he’d awoken from trance.

He sucked on the chocolate in his mouth, smirking as Yoongi huffed, grabbing for his phone again, burying his face into it. “Oh.” He scoffed, “ Oh. I hate you.” He groaned softly, and Taehyung just laughed, patting Yoongi’s thigh before he turned over to his other side.

“Mmm, I love you too, beautiful.” Taehyung said softly, tucking his arm under the pillow after he plugged his phone back in. With a sigh, he let his eyes fall shut, once again seeking out sleep. Now that Yoongi had some snacks, he should have been able to get himself back to sleep. Taehyung didn’t really know what it was like to have cravings like Yoongi did, but they’d been bad for a while now, he wondered how long they’d persist. Yoongi was resigned to snacking throughout the night, napping when he got home from work and waking up on time for dinner. Taehyung thought the least he could do was go out and grab the snacks he wanted.

He lost a little sleep, but it wasn’t a big deal to him. Yoongi was going through a lot more than he was, and he would be for the coming months. Taehyung was more than willing to pull his weight in every way that made things easier on Yoongi.

Taehyung felt his body settle, he felt himself practically melt into the bed as sleep crept back into his bones. His eyes felt heavy again, and it was a relief to shut them with his pillow under his head, the television acting as soft noise in the background, and the gentle shifting of his husband behind him as he shifted to get more comfortable. Taehyung was more than happy to have himself whisked back into his dreams, enjoy the next few hours of sleep before he and Yoongi made breakfast. But it never came.

Instead he felt Yoongi pressing closer to him, and then he felt his body plastered against his back, and then his hand inched up his body. First the small of his back, sneaking around his waist to splay his hand over Taehyung’s stomach. He smiled at Yoongi’s cuddling, his sweet affection he was now less shy about sharing. But that hand was anything but sweet. Instead, it snuck down further and pulled up on Taehyung’s shirt, tugging it up until he could get his hand on the smooth, toned muscles of his abdomen. Taehyung licked his lips subconsciously, turning over to lay on his back, and look at Yoongi’s face. Their room was dark, the only light coming from the flickering images on the television. There were stark shadows on Yoongi’s face. And then the rest of his face was casted in light. Blue hues, and warm orange ones, whatever display was on the television casting over his face.

His expression was surprisingly innocent considering he was tracing the sharp V shape above Taehyung’s pelvis. His small, doll-like lips were pulled into a small pout, and there was just a little bit of leftover chocolate on the corners of his mouth.

Taehyung reached for him, threading his fingers into his fluffy hair, gently tucking a few strands behind his ear, “You feeling better?” He asked Yoongi softly. He had no reason to keep his voice low, but it just felt fitting for the scene before them. Yoongi’s response was a quick shake of his head, a simple no that made Taehyung frown. “What’s wrong, angel? Do you need another snack?” As much as he didn’t run back to the store, he was ready to do it if Yoongi needed him to. But again Yoongi shook his head, answering Taehyung with a no .

Instead of waiting for Taehyung to ask from what was wrong again, Yoongi’s hand dipped below Taehyung’s sweatpants, his fingertips brushing over the thick hair at the root of his dick. Taehyung’s breath hitched as Yoongi’s touch was so close to such a sensitive area, and he started to understand what it was Yoongi needed right now. “I’m… cold.” Yoongi said simply, but even in the darkness, with the minimal lighting Taehyung could see the darkening of his cheeks. The flush of embarrassment.

Taehyung clicked his tongue, “Cold, huh?” His hand moved to the back of his neck. “Come here then pretty boy.” Yoongi’s body practically melted into Taehyung’s as he laid down against him, letting their lips meet. Taehyung could still taste the chocolate on his tongue. Yoongi dove into Taehyung, a moan muffled between them as his hand moved back up Taehyung’s chest. 

He was so needy . Yoongi had always been needy, more on the desperate, whiny side. But Taehyung would work to get it out of him, coax him into being vulnerable with him. It was an honor, peeling back Yoongi’s layers until he was an absolute mess. Until he was begging for Taehyung to do something, anything. Begging for him to ruin Yoongi. But this was nice too. Having Yoongi already so eager. He knew the hormones were to blame, but Taehyung wasn’t going to complain. He was going to take this wonderful gift and run with it.

His hand smoothed down Yoongi’s waist, curling around his soft waist. The dip was more prominent now with his weight gain. And a nice, thick curve that his hand fit perfectly in. Taehyung sucked on Yoongi’s tongue, leaning back and appreciating the whine that escaped Yoongi’s mouth. Taehyung flipped them over easily, hovering over him. A position he liked a whole lot better, where Yoongi was pliant underneath him, laying and waiting, like he should be. Taehyung licked his lips, his hands taking the hem of Yoongi’s baggy shirt, one that looked suspiciously like Taehyung’s. In an easy motion, he pulled it over Yoongi’s head, and tossed it somewhere behind him to be found later.

Taehyung took a moment to admire Yoongi because he always did. He was softer now than before. The weight sat comfortably, adorably. He knew that Yoongi was self-conscious about the cute roll that was forming on the stomach, where he wasn’t showing yet, or the way his hips hung ever so slightly over his waistband, but Taehyung was just absolutely in love with him. Thought he was as precious now as he was a year ago.

He slid his fingertips down Yoongi’s body, stopping right above his navel, “God.” He scoffed, breathing the swear out in disbelief, “Baby, you’re so beautiful.” 

“Don’t be so embarrassing.” Yoongi retorted, lifting his hands to lay over his head, on their pillows. He complained, but he exposed his entire body to Taehyung. The curled hair at his armpits, the soft, roundness of his tits, pudgy little nipples. Taehyung smirked, decided he couldn’t help himself as he swooped down and took one of those sweet, soft nipples into his mouth. His arms wrapped around Yoongi’s middle, hugging their bodies together. There were far too many clothes between them, but he could deal with that later. For now, he focused his attention on the nub in his mouth, sucking hard and grazing his teeth over it, making Yoongi arch his back and cry out. Yoongi was pressing so hard against him he was eliminating every bit of space that existed between them. Not an inch to be had.

He could feel Yoongi’s hardness rubbing against his thigh, already so turned on. Taehyung had to admit there was a lot about this pregnancy he loved . He smirked, licking flatly over Yoongi’s nipple before he moved to pay attention to his other bud. Yoongi let out a heavy breath, his fingers tangling into Taehyung’s messy locks. “Stop… teasing..” He breathed out, giving a slight tug to Taehyung’s hair, “Please. Just fuck me, Tae.” 

Fuck. Yoongi just had to beg like that. He just had to speak so vulgarly, so candidly. How could Taehyung not give him exactly what he was asking for?

His hands curled into the waistband of Yoongi’s shorts, pulling them down his soft thighs, and off his body entirely, leaving Yoongi bare beneath him. Taehyung’s shadow casted back over his middle, hiding his face as his outline glowed from the blue light of the television. He was hard. His cock curled against his stomach, his thighs bare with faded marks from the last time Taehyung had tucked himself between them.

He licked his lips, grabbing his own shirt and pulling it over his head, dropping it behind him as he dove into Yoongi, capturing his pouty lips in a passionate kiss. Yoongi sighed against his mouth, eagerly parting his lips and coaxing Taehyung in to taste him. He could feel Yoongi’s hand slide down his back, shoving down his sweats so he could get a hand around his cock, and Taehyung moaned against his lips as Yoongi gave him a hard squeeze. He pulled at the length of his cock, from root to tip as Taehyung nibbled and sucked on his lips. They were panting more than kissing, gasping against each other’s mouths. “Tae.” Yoongi whined, practically begging as his thumb swiped over the head of his dick. Taehyung felt himself shiver, pleasure shooting up his spine. “Baby.” 

“I know. I got you.” Taehyung said against Yoongi’s soft lips, leaned back so he could guide Yoongi’s legs around his waist. Yoongi locked his ankles at the small of Taehyung’s back, biting down on his swollen lips as he watched Taehyung's hands smooth over his stomach and grip onto his soft, rounded hips. Yoongi pushed himself onto his elbows, his tummy curling into cute little rolls as he reached over to his side of the bed, pulling out the bottle of lube. Taehyung smiled, “I guess we’re gonna need more, huh?”

“Stop being cocky. It’s not cute.” Yoongi scoffed, flicking the cap of the lube open, ignoring how empty it was as he tilted it. Taehyung held out his hand, watching as Yoongi squeezed the remaining liquid onto his fingers, unable to hide the smug grin on his lips. He just thought it was funny that they’d gone through a lot of lube lately. 

Taehyung moved his hand down, pressing two of his fingers past his rim. He was still stretched from earlier that day, when he was just as eager as he was now. He took a moment to watch the way Yoongi’s chest rose and fell as Taehyung pressed further, past his first knuckles, then his second. His eyes were shut, his fingers gently curling into fists, the lube bottle abandoned on their bed. “Gorgeous.” Taehyung whispered, leaning down to press wet, open mouth kisses over Yoongi’s collarbone. His other hand moved up his hip, settling easily against his waist, soft love handles perfectly crafted for Taehyung to cradle.

“J-Just.” Yoongi struggled, and Taehyung flexed his fingers, driving them deeper inside him to keep it hard to talk. “Fuck.” Yoongi arched his back, moaning softly as he tried to press against Taehyung, only for his husband to withdraw his fingers with a smirk. He watched Yoongi’s lips, but before he could speak, or complain, or demand, Taehyung pressed his digits back inside. Yoogni choked on his moan instead, gasping as Taehyung scissored his fingers apart, getting him properly stretched.

He could tell Yoongi was hanging on by a thread, already worked up, ready to be fucked. As much fun as it was teasing him, Taehyung decided he was prepped enough. Or, Taehyung had made him suffer enough, he supposed.

He smeared the rest of the lube on his fingers over his cock before sitting up and guiding himself to Yoongi’s stretched, pink rim. Taehyung would never tire of watching Yoongi’s face as he penetrated him. As alluring as a sight it was to watch Yoongi’s ass stretch around his girth, and swallow him inside his warmth, that didn’t compare to the charming little pout on Yoongi’s lips that would appear at the initial stretch. The way the corners of his mouth would tremble before he sucked in a breath. The hitch of his breath somewhere between a gasp and a moan. Positively beautiful.

Taehyung inched in slowly, let Yoongi adjust to him. Really, he could fuck indulgently into his husband without much complaint, but this felt best right now. Taking his time and admiring him. Taehyung’s hands slid up Yoongi’s body, feeling over his soft stomach, and settling back into his even softer hips. He squeezed them tightly as he bottomed out, and smirked at the cute little indents his digits made.

Like dough. Soft, and warm.

He leaned down and captured Yoongi’s lips between his, kissing him achingly slow as he stayed buried inside, refusing to move from the warmth that Yoongi provided. He could live like this, Yoongi keeping him warm and safe, knowing his husband was filled to the brim, and sated. Taehyung felt like sometimes Yoongi might not oppose the idea either. He felt Yoongi’s hands slide up his arms, squeeze at his biceps, gently nudging him back, breaking their kiss. Taehyung couldn’t help the pout of his lips, which only made Yoongi roll his eyes affectionately.

“Shush.” He said softly, and leaned up, bracing himself on his elbow, delivering a chaste, sweet kiss to his lips. “I just… need you to move. It’s unbearable.”

“You want me to fuck you?” Taehyung asked, grinning deviously as he watched Yoongi fluster under him. The way his eyes widened before he glanced away, his blunt nails digging into his skin. “I just wanna hear you say it again, that’s all. Promise I’ll take care of you. My angel.” He leaned back in, pressing a kiss to the corner of Yoongi’s mouth.

He turned his head to meet his lips, his tongue prodding out to slip between Taehyung’s lips. Heat spurred between them, a moan muffled against their mouths but Taehyung wasn’t sure who it came from. This kiss was hot, desperate as Yoongi licked at the roof of his mouth, over his teeth and his gums. “Tae.” He gasped, his hole twitched around Taehyung’s length, making pleasure shiver up his spin. “Fuck me.” He whispered between them, and Taehyung felt like his insides were set ablaze. That was it, that was all he needed.

He tightened his grip on Yoongi’s waist and without another word, he leaned back to give Yoongi exactly what he wanted. He locked his jaw, pulling out and driving forward with a powerful enough thrust to jolt Yoongi up the bed. He cried out, a shocked gasp that Taehyung wanted to swallow whole. He fucked into him again with the same strength, watching as Yoongi’s head lulled back on the pillows and arched his back into Taehyung. He closed his hand easily around Yoongi’s waist, pulling his body down and into this thrust as they lost power, but grew in pace. Yoongi’s ankles pressed into the small of his back and Taehyung pressed his tongue between his lips as he focused on a good rhythm. One that would get his toes curling.

Yoongi was whining in time with the sound of their skin smacking together, a combination Taehyung would never tire of. It didn’t matter how old they were, where they lived, how many children they might have. He would never grow bored of the man under him, the man in his hands.

Yoongi’s cock was bobbing helplessly between them, untouched and dripping onto his stomach, into his navel. Wet and leaking and begging for some of Taehyung’s attention. He was so tempted just to grab hold, pump Yoongi until he made a big mess all over his soft tummy, but he waited. It might be too much, Yoongi might come too soon and Taehyung wanted to savor this. He wanted Yoongi to feel fucked to completion, he wanted him to be sated.

“ Nnhg, Tae.” Yoongi slurred, his hands desperately clinging to him, wrapping themselves around his shoulders, pressing close to him. “Baby.” He whimpered. Taehyung slid his hands down to Yoongi’s plump ass, squeezing his cheeks in his hands, spreading them apart so he could slip his fingers down and feel where they were connected.

Taehyung pressed a kiss to Yoongi’s temple, nuzzling into his hairline, “You’re so good .” He punctuated his sentence with a hard thrust, one that made Yoongi’s head lull between his shoulders as he moaned, “Feels so good. So tight.” He whispered, pressing another kiss to the same spot, his pace slowed a little so he could massage the rim of Yoongi's abused hole, feel the skin there, feel where they were joined together. The wetness of Yoongi’s hole, the way his cock slid inside with ease, like Yoongi was sucking him in. Taehyung groaned softly, taking hold of Yoongi’s hips again. He pushed him back into the bed, burying his face in Yoongi’s neck as he strengthened the kick of his hips.

He could feel heat coiling around in his gut, his blood boiling under his skin, the building of his orgasm rumbling to his very core. But he wanted Yoong to come first, wanted to feel him squeezed around his dick, hear his desperate cry. No, no, he needed it. He needed to take care of his angel, and whatever he needed. Be it his cock, or snacks in the dead of night, or soft praise when he was struggling to smile. Taehyung would give him everything he would ever need. Everything he didn’t even know he might need.

Yoongi reached between them to take hold of his cock, his hand engulfing it as he jerked himself off. Taehyung leaned back to look between them, to watch Yoongi pull at his drooling length, to hear the soft whimpers and moans Yoongi was letting escape his lips. Taehyung adjusted his pace to match Yoongi's lazy, messy jerks. He could, Yoongi was losing it, he was gone and he couldn’t even begin to try and match Taehyung. This would be easier on his angel, make him feel better. “Oh, Taehyung.” Yoongi practically purred, arching like a cat as his thighs trembled, ”Taehyung. Taehyung. Tae .”

“I’m here, beautiful.” He soothed, bracketing Yoongi's head between his arms as he looked down at his face instead. He had sweat on his brow, a damp hairline, and his tongue was pressing into his top lip. Taehyung gently pet back his hair, nosing at the shell of his ear, “I’m here.”

“I want—-I’m so… I..” Yoongi slurred, his brows furrowing, his skin scrunching in the middle. His breath was hot against Taehyung’s chin, chest rising and falling, his hand jerking mindlessly. 

Taehyung smiled, kissing the tip of his button nose, “You’re going to come for me, beauty?” 

“God. Yes. I’m—- I’m. ”

“Please show me.” Taehyung murmured, hearing the gasp from Yoongi’s throat. Taehyung gently kissed the furrow of his brow, “Show me. Make a mess  for me, I’ve got you, I’ll take care of you. Just let go.” He encouraged him, Yoongi’s whines getting higher pitched, the usually sexy low rumble of his voice gone. Now he was just desperate, tiny and soft. Taehyung pushed himself up on his hands, fucking harder into Yoongi, watching his body jerk under him, watching rolls form in his soft stomach as Yoongi curled in on himself with his orgasm.

With a few weak tugs of his cock, paired with Taehyung’s strong, hard thrusts, Yoongi was spilling into his hand, and onto his stomach, painting himself like he was a masterpiece, a wonderful work of art for Taehyung’s eyes alone. Taehyng barely got a moment to breathe, or admire before Yoongi grabbed his shoulder, “Tae—Tae please.” He begged and Taehyung blinked for a moment before Yoongi parted his lips, sticking his tongue out so obscenely that he almost spilled into him then and there.

“Fuck.” He groaned, biting down on his lips as he grabbed the base of his cock, pulling out of Yoongi. It was almost painful, his hole sucking him in like it needed him to survive, and Taehyung always hated the twitch his rim would give when it was empty. But this . This was too much to pass up. Yoongi fell back on his elbows and Taehyung crawled overtop of him, holding his cock in his hand as he angled for Yoongi’s tongue. “Good?” He asked and Yoongi nodded eagerly, his eyes shining in the low lights, face flushed, hot breath tickling at his length.

Taehyung threaded his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, and eased his cock into his mouth, slowly working himself into his warmth. His mouth was wet, and small, and Yoongi’s tongue was quick to curl around the underside of his hardness. Yoongi sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing, and his eyes never leaving Taehyung’s. He all but growled, his grip tightening in Yoongi’s soft locks before he forced him down, felt Yoongi’s throat convulse as he shoved his way inside and came down it.

Taehyung hunched forward as he felt him swallow, his own breath impossible to catch. He rocked his lips weakly, didn’t want to move but he felt Yoongi shoving at his thigh and he fell back with a sigh. Yoongi coughed softly as he fell back on the pillows.

They both panted, trying to catch their breath, lungs crying for oxygen. Taehyung shifted, kissing the top of Yoongi’s head before he moved to the edge of the bed, pulling his curly hair back and humming softly. He slowly laid back, resting his head in Yoongi’s lap. His round, chubby thighs. They made the perfect pillow. He could sleep like this, especially when he felt Yoongi reach down and pet his hair.

They continued to lay there, the urge to sleep ten times stronger than when he got home. But at the very least he needed to get Yoongi a warm washcloth. He twisted, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s thigh before he pushed himself up. “Let me get something to clean up.” Taehyung murmured, wiping at his forehead as he grabbed his boxers, pulling them on.

He let the waistband smack against his hips when he heard the bed creak. “Taehyung… baby?” Yoongi asked softly, almost hesitantly. He sounded unsure, and Taehyung glanced back, seeing the way his lips were pursed in a pout, and his eyes were downturned.

He sat down at the edge of the bed, looking over Yoongi’s face, “You okay?” He asked, reaching out to nudge Yoongi’s chin up with his index finger.

Yoongi looked at him, nodding slowly. “Yeah… it’s just.” He chewed on his lips, reaching up to hold Taehyung’s wrist in his hand, before he nuzzled into his palm, “I’m… I really want some ice cream.” He admitted, his cheeks pink, obviously worried about asking Taehyung to run out again.

But Taehyung couldn’t help but smile, before he giggled. That giggle turned into loud, happy laughter that made his chest hurt, and Yoongi’s lips turned into a more bashful grin. He felt Yoongi kiss the ring on his finger, before he nuzzled into him again, kissing his wrist next. Taehyung felt light, and happy, and so in love that it hurt.

“Mmm.” He smiled, his cheeks aching, “You two work up quite the appetite.” He teased, laughing louder when Yoongi clicked his tongue in disapprovement.

“That’s so weird. Don’t say things like that.”

Taehyung shook his head and stood up, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “You’re so mean to me.” He whispered playfully before he stood up, “I picked up some ice cream just in case, so I’ll grab you a bowl.” He ruffled Yoongi's hair, “You’re so spoiled.” He sighed overdramatically as he turned away from Yoongi.

“ We’re spoiled.” Yoongi corrected, calling after him.

It tugged at Taehyung’s heartstrings, made his smile soften. They . His husband, and his child. They were spoiled, very spoiled. And Taehyung would continue to do just that for as long as he lived on this Earth.