minie's mini-me had luck; m | pjm
pairing: dad!jimin x pregnant!reader
word count: 2.6k
rating: 18+
genre: smut, married couple, dad!jimin, pregnant!reader
warnings: impreg kink, cursing, breast play, dirty talk, handjob
summary: your hormones are wild and unpredictable, but it seems like your neediness picked out the perfect timing before your little boy could catch onto anything.
a/n: you can read this as a oneshot but part one is here also, this title was too silly to not choose it lmao
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,,You're putting peanut butter on cucumber?", Jimins hoarse voice ricochets from the walls, rubbing one eye as he walks his sleepy self towards you.
You look up from the kitchen island, a knife - with peanut butter leftovers on it - in one hand and a slice of cucumber in the other.
,,Mhm, what about it?" you ask while chewing the peanut butter cucumber combination, stopping yourself from moaning out loud as you savour the toothsome flavour that you just came up with when you examined the ingredients in the fridge.
,,That's something new on your weird craving list," he states, propping his elbows on the counter as he stands across from you.
You roll your eyes at his comment. ,,Your cravings aren't weird," you defend yourself, thinking about the way weirder cravings of people that you found online when you had your first pregnancy and were curious. Your idea of putting peanut butter on cucumber is not that odd. ,,Why are you up?" you ask, smearing peanut butter on the next slice of cucumber, watching his beautiful puffy and tired features as you gobble up your food.
It's approximately 3 am and you're currently occupied with eating your - almost daily - midnight snacks. For the past couple of weeks you got this sudden longing for eating something in the middle of the night. At first you didn't want to yield, not wanting to gain even more weight, but then again - who cares? You're carrying a 7 month old baby, the last thing you should do is ponder about whether these tidbits are gonna make your hips or maybe your thighs thicker. You're eating what you want, when you want and how much you want and no one's gonna stop you. (perhaps everyone's too afraid to say something that differs from your opinion because these last weeks your hormones are just feral and you can't seem to have empathy for anyone - and sometimes you have too much empathy, which ends up with you being a crying mess.)
,,Don't know, I felt that you're not in bed anymore so I wanted to check up on my girls," he shrugs, gazing at your hands that prepare the next piece for you to eat.
Your heart flutters at his reply, almost cooing at his caring nature.
However, you don't tell him how his fond words shoot tint sparks of endeared through you, but only stretch your arm offering him a slice of your cucumber peanut butter combination between your fingers.
,,You want some?" you cock an eyebrow, awaiting his reaction to your question.
,,I'll pass," he simply says, a little grossed out face overshadowing his sleepy features.
You giggle lightly, not hesitating to put the slice into your mouth since he turned your offer down.
While you chew your food, he walks around the island, standing behind you and placing his hands on your bump, rubbing it in gentle strokes. Your body automatically relaxes at his soothing touches and a sigh leaves your lips. You lean back and meet his bare chest. Jimin nuzzles his face into your neck. You hear his slow breathing near your ear, your skin tingling as soon as his warm breath hits your skin. He presses a few smooches on your neck, content sound emitting from him.
Despite the domestic and relaxing atmosphere you don't stay there longer anymore. Your back starts aching since you're standing in the kitchen for some time now. Briefly you consider to sit down at the table nearby, but you quickly realise that your stomach had enough of the peanut butter cucumber combination.
You close the peanut butter and take both viands to put them back to their place, but Jimin is quick to halt you.
,,Head to bed, baby," he says softly, grabbing the food from your hands.
You mutter a 'thank you' a little smile curling on your face after you press a peck onto his shoulder, too tired and worn out to stand on your tip toes and reach up for his lips. He gives your back a loving pat, before you turn around and waddle your way to our bedroom, already anticipating the warmness of the heavy blankets.
Once you get into bed you sigh relieved. You lie on your side, eyes peering at the door and waiting for Jimin to join you.
You hear him shutting of the water, probably because he cleaned the knife you used to slice the cucumber and dipped it into peanut butter After that, you hear him turning of the lights - hitting the light switch rather harshly. Only a few seconds later, his tranquil steps come closer, his slippers brushing against the floor at his lazy walk. Soon he enters your big bedroom, leaving the door ajar behind him. Then he walks around the king-sized bed, sliding into the sheets behind you and wrapping one arm over your bump. Jimin slightly hovers over you to peck your cheek, before resting his head on his pillow, snuggling his face into your neck.
Perhaps a few seconds later you feel this familiar feeling rushing through your body. You know exactly what it means after all this time.
,,Jimin?" you whisper into the dark, tilting your head to the side to get a glimpse of him.
,,Mhm?"
,,You're tired?" you ask, eyes trying to make out his face and body.
,,Why?"
,,I just..." Before you properly give him an answer you decide to wiggle your ass on his crotch, showing him instead of talking. He grips your hip at your action, groaning lightly.
,,You want it, baby?", his husky voice leaving your body in shivers.
,,Please," you beg, almost sounding whiny. Your hormones are turning you into a desperate wife in need. (You try to erase the thought that you sound the same in bed when you're not pregnant and Jimin is messing with you, teasing you in every way possible and turning you into a whimpering mess. These are your hormones, definitely nothing else.)
,,Let me grab lube," he says, the warmness of his body leaving your back.
You hear the sounds of him rummaging in his night stander and then closing it after he found the lube. You watch him as he pull his boxers down, only so far to free his cock.and takes his place behind you again. His hand slide up your grey nightgown from your knees to your stomach, revealing your black panty.
He lets a few spurts of the strawberry flavoured lube fall onto his cock. You grab his member behind you, pumping his big length up and down to get him hard, while he pulls your panty down, sliding one of his fingers through your folds and gathering your arousal that lightly build up there.
Jimin moans lightly, gripping your hip once again, but surely leaving marks this time. He gets fully hard after a few more strokes of your little hand working on his length. He grabs the lube again, coating his fingers with it and then he proceeds to rub it over your pussy, one finger sliding into your warmth as he does so.
Your breath hitches, eyebrows furrowed as he plunges another finger in you. You're pussy is so sensitive that it could cum from just a few strokes of his fingers.
,,Chim, please. I want your cock," you mutter.
He hums behind you, planting a kiss on your arm.
Jimin raises your leg a little and you guide him between your legs, rubbing his tip over your lubricated folds.
Your hand leaves his member, waiting for Jimin to sink himself into your core. He does and - oh fuck - it feels like heaven. If it wouldn't be for your 2 year-old son sleeping across from you in his room, a loud moan would be ringing throughout the room.
Slowly he buries his dick into you, stretching you open just like always.
,,Shit, baby," he curses under a breath, one hand pulling your raised leg down, that action causing your walls to get more tighter around him. ,,You're so tight. Shit."
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, suppressing all the moans that claw on your throat to let them out of you.
His hand palms your clothed breast, only squeezing it lightly before his fingers play with your nipple. He pinches them, already awaiting the small droplets of milk that will stain your nightgown. When your grey colour darkens where your nipple is he groans loudly, earning a nudge from your elbow. But how is he supposed to stay quiet at that beautiful sight? It's impossible. You're too caught up in relishing the delicious stretch of his throbbing cock to scold him for being too loud.
,,You're pregnant pussy feels so good, fuck," he breathes, slowly starting to move inside you.
Jimin is so deep inside, his tip kissing your cervix every time he lunges forward.
You press your face into the pillow, your moans and loud breaths getting swallowed by it.
Jimins hand trails down, nestling his hand between your legs to rub your clit in fast circles as his pace fastens.
During your pregnancy it doesn't take a lot to make you cum, your whole body reacting to everything twice as sensitive. You would love to feel always like that, every sensation doubling up in their pleasure and causing you to enjoy it even more than before.
So after a few seconds, you feel your climax approaching. Eyes shutting close when the sparks of euphoria buzz inside you without mercy and overwhelms all your senses.
,,I'm gonna cum," you muffle half into the pillow, warning him.
,,Cum all over your cock, baby. You can do it," Jimin encourages you, fingers adding more pressure on your swollen clit.
And that's all it takes for the sparks of pure pleasure to explode and drench you in their heavenly feeling, leaving your body trembling and squirming. Your walls clench around his cock and his fingers slow their motions. You bite down your lip so hard you're afraid that you'll bruise yourself, but staying quiet is much more important now.
,,You're so good baby," he pants, his thrusts getting sloppier as he chases his own high now.
You whine when you're clit gets to sensitive and nudge his hand between your legs. Instead he reaches for your boobs again, occupying himself with your full and milk-filled breast that are ready to feed his baby.
,,You're such a good mother," he mumbles rather to himself as he tweaks your nipple to get more milk out of you, big eyes watching the dark patch that gets bigger the more he plays with your milk filled tits. ,,I always want you like this. Always want to fill up your pussy and let you carry my babies. You're so fucking pretty like this." Jimin moans breathless, nuzzling his head into your neck as he feels himself loosing control over his sounds.
,,Fill me up," you tell him. ,,I want your cum in my pussy, Jimin."
,,You want that? Want to have your pussy stuffed with my seed?"
,,Y-yeah, please, I need it," you rasp.
,,What a fucking greedy wife I have," he says, his cock twitching inside you.
,,All yours. I'm all yours." The words leave your mouth before you can even think about it. Because it's true. Your all his and he's all yours.
,,This pussy belongs to me?"
,,Yes, it's all yours."
,,Fuck, that's right." A long and nearly whiny moan escapes from him, but he's quick to shut himself with biting at your neck.
With another deep thrust his cum coats your walls white and he can't prevent himself from moaning your name in a low groan. Spurts of cum shoot into you and he moves his dick till your tight walls get too much. He stays inside your warmth for a while, prepping kisses on your neck and softly running his hands over your bump.
,,I love you," he whispers, pressing a kiss on your lips now.
,,I love you," you reply a little smile tugging on your lips.
After sharing a few more kisses, he slowly pulls out, causing you to whimper. Jimin rubs your hip in an attempt to sooth you.
He quickly grabs some tissues behind him and he cleans your pussy that already started leaking with both your juices.
Then he stands up, pulling his briefs up again and throws the dirty tissues away. When he's back in the bed, Jimin slips your panty back on and slides your nightgown down again, tucking you under the sheets and keeping you all warm and safe. You ask yourself how he still has so much energy to do all of this, but he's not the pregnant one after all.
Your little session made you feel so much more relaxed and your back pain was also not there anymore. But your love making made your limbs grow more tired and so it's no surprise that you're eyes are already closed, murmuring a little 'good night' to Jimin.
,,Good night, love," he whispers, hand firmly placed on your stomach like every night.
Before you could drift of to dreamland though, you hear little foot steps walking towards your bedroom.
,,Daddy?" the tiny voice of your little boy echoes through the room, an alarming feeling settling within you.
Your eyes open immediately, taking Jihoon in and examining his whole little being to search for the reason why he showed up at your room. His teddy bear swaying over the floor as he clutches it tightly with his little hand, his big eyes - that look so much like his daddy's - looking at the both of you and his pouty lips - that again looks just like Jimin's - jutting out.
,,Jihoon-ie? What's wrong, little guy?" Jimin is the first one to respond.
,,Nightmare," your boy mutters, rubbing on eye with his tiny fist.
,,Come into bed, baby," you say, sliding closer to the edge of the bed to make room between Jimin and you. Creating some space for Jihoon to sleep on.
Jihoon instantly steps toward the bed. He has some troubles climbing onto it, but before Jimim can sit up to help him he's already on the bed - he learned from all the times he stepped by your bed at night when something was disturbing him to sleep alone and those times when he'd wake you up in the morning with jumping on the bed and throwing himself on your sleeping bodies. Jihoon crawls to the space between Jimin and you.
Jimin and you are both turned towards Jihoon, watching your boy getting comfortable under the sheets. Jihoon turns around to you, his small hand instinctively reaching for your bump and closing his eyes
,,goo' night," he mumbles, voice laced with tiredness.
,,Good night," Jimin replies.
A fond smile spread on your lips. You gently run your fingers through his soft hair, while Jimin strokes his back. Your fingers skim down to his forehead, lightly rubbing your thumb over his skin.
Only a few seconds later your eyes close again, your movement on his skin getting slower with every breath you take, but then again, before unconsciousness washes over you, a thought hits you.
If Jihoon would've come into the bedroom a few minutes earlier, he would surely be confused about what his parents where doing in bed. Oh God. That is definitely not something pleasant to think about before drifting to sleep.
You try to erase that thought, glad that everything just went smoothly without any interruptions that would end up with your son getting traumatised by his needy parents.
And luckily dreamland is only a few minutes away from you.
