pretty boy - taejin

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Taehyung rammed into Jungkook, knocking the younger boy off his feet and ending up toppling Seokjin in the process. Taehyung's eyes flashed red protectively and he gasped when he realized he had unconsciously knocked out his lover.

"Ah, shit," Taehyung muttered, lifting his head to stare at Jungkook, who was shaking his head as if to take something out of his skull. "You dumbass, now look what you made me do!"

Jungkook pouted. "I didn't do that! Besides, I need blood after I transform..."

"You transformed?" Taehyung gawked. "That's dangerous...especially around humans, with your species, god, you guys are like fucking giants."

Jungkook shrugged, sitting down again and jerking his head up when something whizzed past him. "Is that Yoongi-hyung?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes as he saw a little pink blush settle on the younger's cheeks as Yoongi stopped running a quarter mile away and was looking around, eyes narrowed. "What? You still like him?"

"I do not like him!" Jungkook retorted indignantly, although his cheeks flared and his ears were a burning shade of red. "I...I do not like him."

"Good." Taehyung sighed, hoisting Seokjin up and over his shoulder. "Because Yoongi has a submissive now."

Jungkook's eyes widened, but before he could say more, Yoongi appeared next to the three and coughed loudly. "Who likes Hoseok?" He asked, obviously hearing the wrong words in the conversation. His mint hair was ruffled from the wind, swept back and showing off his fierce stare as he gazed at the three of them. "Well?"

"No one," Jungkook said, stumbling to get to his feet, face red as he smiled a little shyly at Yoongi. "U-um, s-so you have, a, u-um, submissive?"

Yoongi raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Yes, he's...the love of my life."

Taehyung felt a twinge of sympathy as he saw Jungkook's expression visibly sadden, but Yoongi was never good with catching emotions and expressions like that and he clapped his hands together and yanked Seokjin from Taehyung's grip. "Meet you two at home." And he vanished.

Immediately Taehyung growled and stood, leaving Jungkook on the floor and running much slower after Yoongi.

-

"Mm, he's looking a lot healthier after you drink from him...that's so weird!"

Seokjin opened his eyes groggily, breathing out softly from between his lips and feeling hot and sweaty. He looked around and was surprised at the amount of people surrounding his bed: Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin and Namjoon were rocking their baby in the back. "What." Seokjin mumbled, sitting up. Taehyung appeared by his side immediately.

"Ah, Seokjin, I hope you don't mind...I took a little drink." Taehyung winked and Seokjin looked down, a little dazed at the freshly healed bite mark on the insides of his thighs. "Although I didn't know you were traitorous enough to share your blood with Jungkook...the fucker should drink Hoseok, since he likes Yoongi so much."

Jungkook turned pink, while Hoseok stared, shocked at Yoongi who looked a little puzzled. "I do not l-like hi-him!" Jungkook squeaked.

"M-me?" Hoseok flushed, his face turning red as he stared at Jungkook with wide eyes. "Wh—Yoongi, what?"

While the three bickered for a bit, Seokjin suddenly felt a sharp pain and groaned and fell back onto the pillows. Immediately, all conversation stopped and all eyes rested on the eldest male, whose face was contorted into a bit of pain. He clutched his stomach, groaning a little louder as cramps racked his belly and he wondered if he had eaten anything bad...no, he didn't think so.

"Baby, you alright?" Taehyung asked softly, and Seokjin could only moan in response. "What's wrong?"

"H-...hurts." Seokjin gasped out. "Stoma—stomach."

Jimin looked up curiously as Seokjin's breathing quickened and the pain only got worse. "Stomach pains...?" He murmured, and Taehyung desperately tried to ease his lover's pain, peppering his face with kisses and gently massaging his naked belly, jerking his fingers back when Seokjin let out a sharp noise, biting his lip. "Taehyung...did you...did you fuck him when you drank him?"

"Yeah, I always do." Taehyung responded shamelessly, shrugging. "What about it?"

"And...did you cum inside of him?" Jimin's eyebrows were furrowed and Seokmin babbled incoherently in his father's arms. When Taehyung nodded, Jimin laughed and pulled Seokmin closer to his own stomach. "Seokjin's body is getting ready to conceive."

Seokjin's eyes shot open with disbelief and Taehyung's heart fluttered. "My...my own baby?" He stuttered, his round puppy eyes staring happily at Seokjin. "Everyone get out! I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll definitely be pregnant by morning..."

Seokjin couldn't respond, swallowing thickly and staring nervously down at his belly. Was he ready for this? To take care and give birth to a flipping baby? "I-I don't know yet...!"

But Taehyung wasn't listening as he climbed possessively on top of Seokjin and ground his hips down onto Seokjin's. "Oh, please, you're always gonna be ready."

The others exchanged knowing glances and began to file out. This wasn't any of their business, and Hoseok was eager to get out to confront Yoongi about this Jungkook.

"Ah, no, Tae," Seokjin gasped out, although he didn't want to admit his body feeling much better as Taehyung dipped his fingers into his pants and pulled them down. "I...don't think I'm ready!"

Taehyung only hungrily kissed his pelvis, murmuring softly down his thighs and even kissing his ankles before fondling his little cock playfully, making Seokjin stifle back a moan. "Tae," He breathed, uncontrollably jerking his hips up as Taehyung began to stroke him, long and purposeful and flicking his wrist, swiping the top of precum occasionally and sending sparks of pleasure through his mind. "I don't wanna be pregnant yet."

"Your body is telling me otherwise;" Taehyung licked the tip of Seokjin's cock softly, and Seokjin whimpered. "C'mon...let go. I'll fuck you so deep and good...be good for master, yeah?"

Seokjin's mind was buzzing with submitting. The offer was too good, and he didn't realize when he nodded hesitantly. Taehyung smiled and lapped at the pink cock a little bit before leaning forwards and capturing his lips in a kiss. "Mnh....ah," Seokjin wrapped his arms around his neck. Slick began to dribble out of his ass, soaking the sheets as the scent of the sweet natural lubricant filled the air.

"See? Look at you," Taehyung drawled, pinning his arms by his head and lowering his lips to Seokjin's, expecting a soft and passionate make-out session, but suddenly, Seokjin whimpered and pushed him off.

"N-no." Seokjin gasped, covering himself up with the sheets, leaving Taehyung to gape in shock as the elder male curled up into the sheets like a sushi roll, sniffling. Was he crying?

"Babe—"

"I don't want a child!"