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“Ugh,” Jimin scoffs. You can hear the disdain in his voice and you find that you quite like that. “This isn’t even about you, Y/N.” 

“Am I not the one pregnant?” you retort with a roll of your eyes. 

Jungkook is holding a medium sized white box. He places it down in the middle of the table. He holds his phone in his right hand. 

“It’s about the baby!” Jimin snaps. “My God child.” 

“And who made you the Godparent?” you retort.

You’re only teasing. You’re afraid - or rather disgusted - to admit that you’ve grown fond of Jimin as your pregnancy progressed. But it wasn’t you, of course. It was the baby - it had to be. You would go hours without being snarky with Jimin and you just knew that wasn’t your doing.

Besides, Jimin was the same. He always came bearing gifts - expensive clothing that the baby would grow out of fast. Some would be custom while others would be designer items from stores you wouldn’t walk into (without Jungkook). He was already talking about gold pieces he would gift the baby when he or she hit milestones - why did a baby need a diamond bracelet for learning how to walk? 

You didn’t get it, but Jimin being the doting Uncle was always appreciated. 

“I did.” Jimin snickers, as if it was obvious. He didn’t need your or Jungkook’s permission to be something he already told himself and you that he was. “They’re going to look back and feel unloved when you tell them there isn’t a gender reveal. What’s next? No baby shower? No first birthday-“

“You’re being dramatic.” Jungkook chimes in. “We just want it to be…intimate.”

Jimin is silent on the other end. Jungkook is behind you, placing a hand onto your back and gently rubbing it as you stuff more noodles in your mouth. 

“Was it not intimate enough when you fucked a baby into her?”

Jungkook hangs up the phone and discards it onto the table. He lets out a short sigh. “Jimin.” is all he says, and it’s all he needs to. It was self-explanatory. 

“What’s in the box?” 

You’re slurping the broth now, your noodles gone. Your eyes lay on the box on the table, your curiosity getting to you. 

“The gender.” Jungkook states. Both hands are on your shoulders now, him rubbing them gently before adding pressure at the right areas.

“You…put the envelope in there?” 

You and Jungkook had the baby’s gender at the palm of your hands for over a week now. You had gone through many options. Did you want the doctor to tell you right then and there at the ultrasound? Did you want to sit on it? Did you want to have a reveal like Jimin wanted? 

In the end, you both decided that it was best if it was something small; just the three of you. 

“No, silly.” Jungkook chuckles. “Cupcakes. I gave it to the baker at the grocery store and told them to put the color in the cupcake!”

Your stomach rumbles at the sound of cupcakes. Jungkook hears it, and he’s now happy that he’s made you and the child content. 

Jungkook sits in the empty chair beside you, bringing the white box closer. He opens it, showcasing the six cupcakes inside. They’re simple, a swirl of blue and pink frosting on each one. 

“What do you think the gender is?” Jungkook asks. Your bump is small still, but a bit noticeable when you wore tight clothing. Your tank top showcases the small bump that he likes to touch at any given moment.  

Like now. Jungkook’s hand places itself on your stomach, lightly tapping it as if to awaken the beast - or the banana, by the chart he viewed at the last ultrasound. He imagined his child being banana shaped and it caused him to laugh throughout the entire appointment.

“I don’t know.” you say truthfully. You place a hand on top of his. “I don’t think I can handle a girl. My niece is a menace.”

Jungkook’s lip twitches. He can see you and him, years from now. You arguing with a smaller version of yourself while Jungkook lingers back, not wanting to upset either of you and feel the double wrath that would come his way.

“So was I.” Jungkook states. “I was always bouncing off the walls. My brother was a blessing to my mother that she swore she wanted another one. She got a curse.” he jokes - his energy never died down and he can only imagine having a child as energetic and hyper as he was. 

“I want a girl.” Jungkook then admits. “Girl dad~” he sing-songs. “Doesn’t it have a ring to it?”

“You’re so corny.” you roll your eyes, even though your lip twitches upwards. 

Girl dad, you think. Jungkook would be the perfect father for whatever gender. He was already highly attentive and caring. In a short amount of time, he managed to move you and him from his one bedroom, to a bigger home entirely. He was persistent in you quitting your job and taking a break from school to not add stress to yourself. He was building furniture by the second month to assure all was done months in advance.

Hell, Jungkook was even willing to wake up in the middle of the night to go anywhere you wanted for a midnight snack. He made midnight snack runs fun. 

Fuck Jeon Jungkook, you think, for being far too perfect that he’s left you here - pregnant and in love.

Ew.

“Okay.” It’s hard for Jungkook to contain his excitement. He’s nearly bouncing in his seat at the thought of finding out the gender of his baby. It’s right in front of him in the form of a small cupcake. “Are you ready?”

You nod your head. Jungkook picks up a cupcake and hands it to you before picking up his own. 

“So do we just bite into it?” you ask.

Jungkook nods. 

“Here,” you say, holding out your cupcake for him to take a bite out of. “bite mine and I’ll bite yours.”

“Ah, baby!” Jungkook, with his free hand, wraps around your neck and brings you closer to him. He peppers kisses on your cheek. “You’re growing more and more romantic by the day!” he jokes.

You feign annoyance, but Jungkook knows you aren’t annoyed by him in the slightest. It’s harder for you to fake it now, especially pregnant. Jungkook would tell you that you love him a little more because of his “daughter” - he swore on a girl because of that fact. You loved cuddling him at any given moment, his personal warmth unmatched that any blanket couldn’t compare. 

“Ugh, I hate you.” you murmur, managing to pull yourself away from Jungkook’ grasps. “Just eat the cupcake.”

Jungkook holds out his cupcake for you, inches from your lips. His eyes glances at yours. “Ready?” he asks, voice lowering to a hushed murmur. 

You slowly nod your head. You wait for Jungkook to bite first before you sink your teeth in the soft cupcake, your taste buds going wild with how savory the taste was. The cream hits your mouth, and you ponder just what the color would be. Would you be more upset at one gender than the other? Disappointed? 

Jungkook is first to see the color of the cream from your lips, his eyes immediately widening at the softc pastel pink. He looks at his own cupcake for confirmation, swallowing the piece in his mouth.

“It’s a girl!” Jungkook exclaims, voice muffled a bit as he spoke without swallowing. In seconds, he’s dropping his cupcake without a care about the mess he’s going to make. His excitement escapes his body entirely, his heart beating rapidly. “I knew it was a girl this whole time! Namjoon swore it was a boy, but I told him that he was obviously insane.”

Jungkook’s hands are on your small bump, lightly rubbing. You’re unsure what you’re feeling at the moment. Your eyes watch the pink cream from the cupcake in your hand. It stares back at you.

A girl.

You hum. You’re unsure just what you expected. You hadn’t thought much about the gender unless it was to contemplate certain aspects of your future. But now knowing that the baby was a girl…

“Did you want a boy?”

Jungkook’s voice drags you out of your thoughts. He’s staring right at you, eyes studying the vague look on your face. 

“I…haven’t really thought about it.” you admit, taking another bite of your cupcake. “It seems real now.”

You’re embarrassed to admit that now it all seemed real. As if Jungkook hadn’t already purchased a new home and multiple items for the baby already.

For your daughter. 

“I know when I tell my mom, she’s going to cry.” you roll your eyes. Your mom has been more emotional than you have since finding out you were with child. It didn’t help that Jungkook wanted to include her in everything - look for homes, purchasing baby clothes and furniture. Honestly, it’s sweet and you loved how close he was with her and his own mother. 

You just hated how in doing so, he kept winning while you were losing - you were down a few hundred points. The old you was somewhere buried deep, ashamed that you have found yourself caught up in the man that is Jeon Jungkook; the person you swore you wouldn’t give the time a day to. 

“I bet you’re happy.” you say before plopping the rest of the cupcake into your mouth. Jungkook’s hand is still on your bump and when you speak, he begins to rub it.

“I would’ve been just as excited if it was a boy.” Jungkook tells you, pressing his lips against your forehead. “But I am happy it’s a girl.” he then says just as you swallow the cupcake and lick your lips. “My girls…”

Before you could say anything, Jungkook is wrapping you in a hug, bringing you closer to him. It’s warm and inviting, full of comfort and love - as always. He’s laughing low as his embrace tightens around you.

“She’s going to be so perfect.” Jungkook hums. “I can’t wait to go to her dance recitals.”

You roll your eyes, even if your heart does swell at Jungkook’s excitement. “What if she doesn’t want to dance?”

“That’s fine, too.” Jungkook responds.  “I want her to be in everything. Sports, dance, musicals-”

“That sounds costly.” you quip. 

Jungkook, still embracing you, leans away to give you a pointed look. “The cost doesn’t matter,” he says. “I’ll pay whatever. Her birthdays are going to be the best. Everyone at her school is going to be sooo jealous.”

You laugh, body warming up. You do so because you know Jungkook is serious and having someone like Jimin as a friend, you’re positive that the both of them would be going over the top on it all.

“I might cry when she starts school.” Jungkook continues. “I already picked out-”

“You can’t be serious.” you groan, placing your hands on his chest and pushing him away - even if you did enjoy his warmth. “What did I say about going years into the future?”

“Y/N, baby, it’s never too soon to think about the all girls private school!” Jungkook shakes his head. “Annual tuition is only-”

You place a finger on Jungkook’s lips, shaking your head. You didn’t want to think about it all - especially not about tuition to a school for a child. Instead, you take a deep breath and offer Jungkook a smile. “Shut up.” you murmur, your finger trailing down from his lips to his chest. 

Jungkook tilts his head at you, a low smirk forming onto his lips. Quickly, he leans down to press a kiss against your lips, both sets of lips  sweet due to the cupcake. It’s a kiss you deepen immediately, your hand tightening onto his shirt to bring him closer to you.

“You want me so bad.” Jungkook hums against your lips. 

“As if.” you respond, yet your lips don’t leave his. Dare you say said kiss grows hotter, Jungkook’s tongue breaking past your lips to enter yours. His hands wrap around your waist, holding you close as the two of you grow deeper into the kiss.

Maybe it was the fetus that had you always wanting Jungkook around you, so you’d blame the pregnancy. There was no way you could want Jungkook at all times - no, it was definitely the hormones.

Yet, you allowed Jungkook to bring you into the large bedroom you and he shared and strip you naked like he always did, his mouth peppering kisses down your neck to your chest. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” he grunts against your chest, his right hand trailing down to your waist. 

“You’re just saying that because-”

“We don’t have time for your fraudulent negativity or insults.” Jungkook interrupts you. “You’re soaked right now and I’m going to deal with that.”

You pouted your lips, but instantly understood that he was correct. The heartbeat between your legs grows more and more as Jungkook rubs against you. “Can you just fuck me then?” you ask, cheeks warm. “I’m wet enough.”

Jungkook chuckles. “You’re so needy.” he hums, but complies. As much as he enjoyed ravishing you, he could never say no to whatever you wanted from him. So instead, he does as you want him to, removing his underwear to reveal the same excitement. 

Your legs wrap around Jungkook as he centers himself at your entrance. He groans as he begins to enter, his hand sliding back towards your waist. “You always feel so good~” he hums, rutting his hips. “I’m surprised you didn’t get pregnant sooner.”

“Shut up,” you huff, going to wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. Your forehead presses together, his cock springing out of you just for him to slam it back in. “you’re so obsessed with me.”

“We know that already.” Jungkook chuckles, his hips following a steady pace. Your pussy is drenched, coating his cock heavenly that he finds himself groaning instantly at just the feel of you. “How could I not be when you feel like this?”

Your chest bounces against Jungkook’s, his cock slamming into you. It was a matter of time before he would have to go easy on you as the months let on, but as of now when you were still small, he’s savor fucking you just the way you like it.

You’re the first to capture Jungkook’s lips this time, your thighs clamping around his waist to bring him closer to you. Your back arches a bit and you moan into said kiss. “Go harder.” you grunt. “Wanna feel you deeper in me.”

You weren’t going to go easy on him, but Jungkook is just a man. A man that wants to give you whatever you desire. He leans back, his right hand gliding behind you to grip your ass. “Eventually I’m going to have to stop fucking you like a whore off of the street.” he jokes, but the new position already has you moaning. 

“And why would you do that?” your eyes are lidded as you watch Jungkook above you, his hips slamming back and forth. He’s a gorgeous man, you think, and it adds on to the lust - as it always did. “Don’t you like fucking me?”

Jungkook grunts, squeezing your ass. From this position, it’s perfect. He gets to watch your breast bounce, nipples hard and tempting. He has a view of your pussy, so wet and sloppy as he fucks you, your twitching clit engorged. He gets to watch the way your face twists in pleasure, your eyes fluttering open and close, mouth agape to let out beautiful moans.

“I love fucking you, baby.” Jungkook finally speaks, giving your ass another firm squeeze. “I won’t do anything to harm my girls, though.”

There it was, the clenching. Jungkook hums, his eyes darkening. His hips rut deeper and deeper, hitting spots that only he could. You liked the sound of that, he notices, his girls. No matter how much you attempted to steer away from any form of affection, your body couldn’t. But even then, Jungkook knew where you stood in it all. You adored him just as much as your body did.

With his left hand, Jungkook presses his thumb against your clit, twirling the sensitive bud aggressively. “I’ll always take care of you, you know that.” Jungook groans, glancing down at his pounding cock squeezed around your pussy. “So pretty and wet for me.”

Your cheeks burn at his words, but you don’t fight him. Your back continues to arch, wanting to feel more and more of Jungkook  - deeper, harder.

It’s difficult to not want Jungkook at any given moment. Again, you blamed the pregnancy hormones for making you highly emotional towards the older man. Anything he’a done has sent you over the edge - you were either crying or drenched and ready to have him.

But how could you not want Jeon Jungkook? Anything he did turned you on that you just had to have him. Jungkook cooking over a hot stove, black apron on tight around his waist? You had to beg him to bend you over the counter. 

Jungkook building something for the baby who still had more than a few months to be here? You were begging him to take you right then and there.

Jungkook’s laughter brings you out of your lust-filled thoughts, your eyes focusing on him to find that he’s already watching you. His hips rut forward, his cock so deep that it sends a pleasurable ache through you. You yelp loudly, your pussy squeezing around him.

“You’re so insatiable, my love.” Jungkook shudders. He slows his pace, not  wanting to be too rough with you. “Your pussy has been gripping me so tight this entire time. It’s like you don’t wanna’ let me go.” 

“I don’t.” 

The old you is somewhere deep down, screaming to be let out of whatever infatuation you’re under. This isn’t something you’d ever admit aloud. 

“I’m not going anywhere~” Jungkook beams down at you, rutting his hips once more. “I told you that you weren’t getting rid of me.”

Jungkook presses a kiss against your lips, soft and as gentle as a man fucking your brains out possibly could. Because of course he did - fuck Jeon Jungkook

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