"I'm pregnant."

Seokjin jerked up from his spot on the sofa and gasped. "What?! Hoseok, don't tell me this is a joke!"

"No," He laughed softly, "I'm really pregnant. With Jungkook and Yoongi's baby...or, babies, I dunno really."

Seokjin tapped the case of his cellphone timidly, cheeks flushing. He knew how much effort it was for Taehyung to calm down from his instinctually horny nerves, how hard would it have been for both Yoongi and Jungkook to subside into a normally acting vampire again? "Well, that's great! Me and Taehyung are actually trying for a baby, too." He giggled as he heard Hoseok's extra gasp on the other end.

"We could he pregnant buds!"

"Aha, yeah. How many weeks along are you?" Seokjin asked, feeling his heart palpitate from the prospect of having a child. Ever since Taehyung and Seokjin had made sweet love that day, Seokjin's body had stopped hurting and his body started to make changes, like having a higher bodily temperature, his breasts began to swell a little, his tummy began to protrude a little more and when Seokjin asked why, Taehyung responded that his body was making 'extra room' for their baby.

"Mm...about twelve? It was a while ago...they're all so excited to see me when I'm about to give birth; apparently that's when I'll smell the best?" Hoseok laughed again and Seokjin shifted around on the sofa as something uncomfortable settled on his stomach. "Oh, I gotta go. Yoongi's calling. Bye!"

"B-bye," Seokjin uttered out, hanging up and massaging his stomach. There was a subtle pain within them and Seokjin wondered if those goddamn pains were gonna come back, so he quickly got up and began to brew himself a cup of peppermint tea. As he waited for that to brew, a sharp pain stabbed through his head and he hissed. "Agh, fuck..." He muttered, hunching over on the counter. His head began to pound and Seokjin pressed his lips together as slick dribbled down his thighs and he squeezed his thighs together in shock. The hell? He wasn't even having sex, why was his body producing slick?!

I want Taehyung.

The single thought just struck his mind and suddenly, Seokjin sank to his knees, slick pooling out of him in waves, the pain replaced with some sort of drunken lust. His belly still hurt a little, but his lower body ached for Taehyung. "P-please...T-Taehyung, wan' you so bad..." He whined, falling onto the tile floor and his fingers greedily slipping into his puckered hole. "Where are you, master?" Seokjin hitched as he felt his fingers brush his own prostate. Taehyung should be upstairs...

He whimpered, rutted his hips down onto the tile and keened when he felt the cool tile on his cock. He did this several more times until he came, ejaculating into his boxers with a loud gasp, shivering as he felt the liquid drip down his lower abdomen. He continued to rub himself until he flipped around and caught a whiff of a musky, sort of attractive scent.

Taehyung?

And so with shaky legs, Seokjin stood and began to make his way towards Taehyung. Dirty and soaked with his slick and cum, he bunched up his shirt in his hands and bit down on his lip when he heard Taehyung humming softly in the shower.

"Please..." Seokjin collapsed on the bed, throwing his clothes off except for his top. "Fuck me...wan' you really bad, master, please..."

-

He didn't expect to see Seokjin a moaning, sobbing mess on their bed when he stepped out of the shower. His skin still hot and his hair damp, he watched with his mouth agape as Seokjin fondled his own nipples and bit his lips, taking in shuddering breaths and gasping out broken moans. He would be lying if he said he didn't sport a total hard on from that sight, not to mention wit the sweet scent of Seokjin's natural lubricant in the air.

"Baby, I thought you said you were tired." Taehyung threw the towel on the floor but he was already halfway on Seokjin's body. "What's this show you've put on for me?" He looked down when he felt something sticky on his hands and realized it was his lover's semen, drenched on the sheets and on his chest. "My god...how many times did you cum already, my love?"

Seokjin fluttered open his eyes and smiled lovingly at Taehyung, cheeks turning pink. "F-four..."

"My sensitive baby," Taehyung cooed, removing his hands with his own as he massaged his thickened breasts, watching with fascination as a bit of milk dribbled out of them. Leaning down, he licked up a bit of the substance and groaned at the sweet taste. Seokjin mewled, bucking his hips up against the younger's crotch needily.

"Mmphf, Tae," Seokjin breathed, "i-inside...I need you inside."

"Patience, babe." Taehyung murmured, lapping at the soft, hardened pink nipples.

"You'll be begging for more in a sec."

-

"Namjoon," Jimin whined, looking up from the sweaty spot on his bed irritably, eyebrows furrowed. "Seokmin's crying again!"

And yes, indeed, the younger boy that was almost the splitting image of Namjoon when he was a baby was wailing loudly in his crib, cheeks red, face contorted into a bit of angry rage. "Dada!"

Namjoon popped out of the bathroom door, his cheeks flushed from the relaxing bath that he was currently taking. "Did you change his diaper?" Namjoon asked with a sigh, walking out stark naked much to Jimin's delight. But the older male simply pulled on a pair of pants and boxers and padded over to Seokmin and patted his bum. "He must be hungry..."

Jimin sat up eagerly upon the wonderful view of Namjoon's supple body. "Sweetheart you look great," Jimin breathed, and Namjoon turned around with an amused smile. "C'mere..." He opened his arms, expecting Namjoon to flush like the old times and sidle up to Jimin.

But Namjoon rolled his eyes and turned back to Seokmin, who had stopped crying once Namjoon hoisted him up into his arms and cooed softly into his face, pressing a kiss to the baby's chubby cheeks. Distraught, Jimin lowered his arms and stared as Namjoon rocked his baby slowly to sleep, Seokmin babbling and closing his eyes. Namjoon's lips turned into a soft smile that had Jimin's heart melting and he stood, enveloping his husband in a back-hug that caused Namjoon to squeak in surprise. "Jimin, I'm napping Seokmin. Just wait."

"But you smell so good." Jimin whined, smirking as the smaller male pouted. "I'm gonna bite you...that okay?"

But before he could even get consent Jimin was sinking his fangs into his lover's neck, loving the way Namjoon turned to jelly in his embrace. Namjoon quickly set Seokmin down, with the baby whimpering a little stubbornly  as Namjoon spun around and gasped when Jimin groped the back of his ass. "Sweet, so sweet..." Jimin whispered, grinding their hips together. Ever since the incident where Seokmin and Namjoon were harassed at the cafe, Jimin had been showing unconditional love towards his son and his husband. "Pretty, my pretty love, so beautiful."

Namjoon keened at the compliments and giggled when Jimin nuzzled his breasts, the milky sweet scent causing Jimin to calm to a murmuring mess, sweet nothingness pouring out of his mouth. He lifted his head to lap lazily at the bite mark, moaning at the sweet taste. Namjoon tensed up and jerked his hips up with a mewl and Jimin smirked at the warm feeling that spread from their lower body.

"Did you just cum?" Jimin whispered, and Namjoon didn't respond. "You used to be able to withstand my touch for hours. It hasn't even been a couple of minutes and you're already falling apart in my hands." Jimin leaned down to slip the loose pajama pants off of Namjoon's bottom. "Do I turn you on that much?"

Namjoon moaned shakily as Jimin continued to palm the wet fabric against his cock. Jimin was calm, staring at Namjoon with a poker face as the older gasped and mewled and desperately clawed at the sheets against Jimin's touch. The human's slick soaked the sheets and it was taking all of Jimin's self-control not to slam his fragile love against the mattress and come hard inside of him. It wasn't long before Namjoon was writhing with another shuddering gasp he rutted his hips up and came a second time, eyes scrunched up together as this one was nothing but a dry orgasm. "F-fuck..." Namjoon hissed.

Jimin smirked as Namjoon settled back down onto the bed, his eyes blank and a little lustful look in his eyes. Jimin quickly laid down next to the exhausted human and smiled against his honey skin, caressing Namjoon's cheek and rubbing his tummy softly, the layer of puppy fat still present there from after Namjoon's pregnancy. And although the human often complained about wanting to lose weight, he never did, and Jimin was happy. The extra flesh was fun to squeeze in his hands and pat gently. He didn't know why humans wanted to be so scrawny; they looked better with a bit of fat on their bones.

"I feel yucky," Namjoon admitted, shifting around.

"Want me to clean you off?" Jimin asked softly, licking his lips. "I bet you'd taste delicious."

"No, gross," Namjoon giggled. "Can you bring me a wet towel, please?" He smiled as Jimin stood and darted over to get what was asked of, massaging his own belly happily when Jimin returned with a small wipe. Namjoon pulled down his boxers to clean up, his soft little cock on view for Jimin to stare at while Namjoon wiped himself off, folding it and handing it back to Jimin who tossed it and attacked Namjoon with a flurry of kisses and little mumbled, "Fuck you're gorgeous" 's that caused Namjoon to squeak and giggle happily.

It was a tranquil part of the day that allowed every vampire to rest peacefully.