"Shit, Baby," Jimin groaned as he ran his hand down his handsome face. "You look so fucking sexy like that! If only we had enough time... I would ravage you all night long."

I posed, modelling the fake bump I donned under my loose-fitting pants and long-sleeved top. Even though it was the last day of March and the weather was warming up here, it was still cold for me. Jimin loved the warm day—if you could call 18°C warm). For Esther and me, it felt like we were heading into winter rather than spring. April in Australia was when the weather started turning from hot and humid to balmy and (sometimes) cool.

"You like it then, Honey?"

Jimin nodded as he stalked over towards me. He placed his hand on my 'belly' the same as he did to Esther's. Because we both were larger girls with squishy bellies, I could get away with using the smallest bump. It was roughly the same size as my sister's real one. "I think, Mr Park, you have a breeding kink."

"Nope. I have a Nell kink," he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows. I couldn't keep my laughter in. "Everything about you turns me on, Sweetheart. You should know that by now."

"We don't have time to do anything now," I said, pressing a kiss to his cheek to lessen the blow. "But that doesn't mean I won't put out on the ride over." I let out a burst of laughter as Jimin clasped my hand, attempting to usher me out of the bedroom so we could leave sooner. "Honey, I'm not finished yet. Give me 10 minutes, please?"

Jimin huffed and pouted, "Fine. But any minute past that is another sexual favour you owe me."

I silently giggled as my boyfriend's pout deepened as he walked out of our bedroom. He might have thought that he was driving a hard bargain but little did he know, I would have done that for him anyway. I hurried to complete my makeup application while going through my mental checklist, hoping to alleviate the anxiety I felt about leaving the house. This was the first time that I was seeing all of the Seoul group again after the disastrous New Year's Eve party. They had seen 'me' since then, so I had to remind myself not to comment that it had been so long.

As I placed down the brush that I was using to set my makeup, my eyes were drawn to my silicone bump. It was hard to believe that the twins were already four months along. One thing my sister had learned during her regular doctor's appointments was that in this universe, they did not use weeks to track a pregnancy. Because there was no way of viewing the size of the baby and calculating its progress that way, months were used as the standard milestones.

The first three months had been easy for Esther. Her biggest symptom was some morning sickness. But something new had started a few days ago—my sister had begun to feel something akin to butterflies fluttering in her belly. All three of us went crazy when we realised these were the babies moving around. I couldn't wait for the day to come when I would experience the sensation of them kicking. During the pregnancy, I often felt like I didn't quite belong, like I was on the outside looking in. I eagerly awaited the day when I would hold my babies in my arms and finally feel the deep connection of being their mother. I couldn't wait to feel like I was someone irreplaceable in their lives. Neither Jimin nor Esther saw me that way, yet I was unable to prevent my mind and heart from experiencing these feelings.

"You can do this Nell," I said to myself as I looked into the mirror. "Everything is going to be okay. These are your friends, there's nothing to worry about. Plus, Jimin would literally beat the shit out of anyone if anything did happen."

With a semi-confident nod at the woman staring back at me, I pushed up from the vanity the same way Esther would do. Ever since her belly had popped out about three weeks ago, I had been mirroring her actions. Where she had to impersonate who I was as a person, I had to do the same thing but with the way she moved with being pregnant. I had studied what caused her nausea (most of that was gone now). I studied how she sat and rose from chairs and where she placed her hand on her back where the pain was worst. I also studied how she had started to rush to the bathroom more.

I walked into the living room to find Esther curled up on one of the armchairs reading a book. My boyfriend was looking at the clock, his bottom lip jutting out as he watched the second hand move. "Damn, I was kinda hoping you'd be a little longer so I could reap those rewards, Baby."

"Come on, you big horndog. We have to go," I said, pulling him from his seat and then pushing him towards the door. "You gonna be okay, Bubbles?"

"Yep, you've left me food and I'm just gonna chill out with this book. You have fun, okay? And don't worry about me or anything else. Focus on being with Jimin and your friends."

I blew Esther a kiss and headed out to the carriage. Jimin was standing at the door, and as I came closer, he gave me a sweet kiss. He opened the door and helped me inside. We began moving moments after Jimin got himself situated beside me. It didn't take him long until he started to guide my hand towards his crotch. I could feel his length; hard and waiting within the confines of his pants. My fingers danced along it, coaxing a soft moan from Jimin's lips.

"Please don't tease, Baby."

I slipped my hand beneath his clothing, running it along the hard planes of his abdomen. I could feel muscles rippling the closer I got to Jimin's groin. Just as I wrapped my hand completely around his hard dick, the carriage made a sharp turn—we had left the estate and its safety. Instead of a sense of excitement that I used to feel when Jimin and I used to go out together, only anxiety and fear washed over me. Completely inundated with the tidal wave of emotions, I was left frozen in place. I became a statue, permanently captured in the middle of a sinful and erotic act.

Jimin trailed his hand down my arm and gently peeled my fingers from his appendage. As he put himself back into his pants with one hand, his other brought my hand up to his lips where he placed the softest kisses to the tips of each of my fingers. He handled me like I was glass; I supposed I was with how fragile I was feeling.

"You're okay, My Love." Still keeping hold of my hand, Jimin slid closer and cupped my cheek in his free palm. "You're safe with me. The guards and I won't let anything happen to you, okay?"

I hated how my body was reacting. The logical side of my brain told me that I was safe because we had the four guards travelling with us. I also knew Esther was safe because Jimin had asked his mother to keep her company while we were gone—a surprise Esther would come to find out shortly. Yet despite this, my body was on a constant loop of trying to determine whether to fight or flee the unknown threat my brain tried to conjure up.

"I have an idea. Do you trust me, Sweetheart?" Jimin asked, looking deep into my eyes as if he was trying to see my soul. I nodded, my head dipping so I could hide my shyness. I trusted this man with my life, my heart, and my soul. "Let's try and override these feelings of anxiety with so much pleasure that you'll be able to feel it every time we leave the grounds. Okay?"

I was guided to lie back into the corner of the plush bench seat. Before he did anything else, Jimin made sure I was comfortable in this position. His tenderness and care had me relaxing. He proceeded to lean over me and after gazing at me lovingly, he leaned down and placed a slow kiss on me. His tongue swept across the seam of my lips and without hesitation, I opened up and allowed it to enter. Our tongues didn't fight for dominance. Instead, they caressed each other in a graceful dance of passion.

I was panting in need by the time Jimin pulled away from my lips. My chest was heaving, my breasts rising and falling so sensually that he took a few moments to just gaze upon their movements. I needed to feel his touch, so I reached for his hands and brought them to my chest. A moan slipped out as his fingers immediately gravitated to my pebbled nipples. I loved how he slipped my top up to my neck so there were no obstructions for his second-favourite playground. My boyfriend was skilful in the way he massaged my breasts. He took his time to apply pressure and stimulate my nipples until they became even more aroused. Each ministration from his fingers was another shot of pleasure that zapped down to my hungry clit.

"Jiminie, please," I begged. For what, I wasn't completely sure.

"Okay, Baby. I've got you, my good girl."

With half-lidded eyes, I followed Jimin's body as he sunk to his knees on the soft carpeted carriage floor. His hands traced the length of my legs from my ankles to my waist before he guided me to rise up. In one swift movement, he had removed my pants and panties. I sighed as my legs were spread and Jimin's tongue took its first long, slow lick through my sopping lips. With the gusto of a starving man, he began to eat me out like I was a buffet served just for him. Licks, nibbles, sucks and his flicking tongue brought me to my first climax in only a few short minutes.

"You always taste so fucking delicious," he groaned. I grew more aroused watching my boyfriend's tongue sweep across his lips to capture my essence. "And I gotta admit, it's so fucking hot eating you out with this belly here." He gently pressed his lips against the soft silicone bump, a gesture filled with love and longing. As I watched him, I couldn't help but wonder how different it would have been if I could feel the warmth of his kiss on my own real, round belly swollen with his baby.

I reached down and grabbed hold of his hands. Biting my lip with need, I pulled him to lie on top of me. "I need you, Bubba. I need to feel you so deep inside that I don't know where you end, and I begin."

Not needing any further persuasion, Jimin shed his clothes as I peeled off my top and bra. We had a history of being messy with sex, so I was relieved when he grabbed our clothes and safely stowed them onto the other bench seat. My breath was taken away as I saw the look of lust, desire and love in my boyfriend's eyes as he gazed upon my naked 'pregnant' body. He let out a growl akin to that of an animal in heat as he pulled me further down on the seat.

"So beautiful. So sexy looking like you've got my baby inside you." The deep tone in Jimin's voice had me leaking and clenching around nothing. "And you know what's so fucking hot about this..." he murmured, biting his tongue as he ran a finger along the bump. "I can go as hard and deep as I want without having to worry about hurting the baby. And let me tell you, I plan on fucking ruining your pussy. I want you to feel as if I'm inside you the whole time we're with the others."

Without hesitation, Jimin slammed inside me. Not taking a moment to let me breathe, his hips began to piston, driving his cock in and out of me at a rapid pace. Each pump had me gasping for air in the best way possible. Because of how wet I was, there was no resistance and within a couple of minutes, I was reaching my second orgasm. Jimin smashed his mouth onto mine in an attempt to keep my moans and screams down to not draw the guards' attention.

"So wet and so fucking tight," he praised as my high subsided. I relished in the way he was groaning as my praise kink had me clenching down on him. His fast pace changed to one where he focussed on thrusting into me harder, rather than with speed.

"Fuck, Jiminie! Yes, like that." I keened as his angle changed and his head began to graze against my bundle of nerves. I was moaning in pleasure. He stretched me so well and each stroke hit my G-spot. I loved how his warm breath tickled my neck as his head rested there.

This man's stamina was incredible. I was nearing my third high. Even though he was sweating and panting like he'd just run a marathon, Jimin looked as if he could keep going. But that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted him to fill me, for him to lose himself in the pleasure that only I could give him. I wrapped my legs around his small waist and pulled him into me tighter.

"I love how good you feel," he panted, lips tickling my neck with each word. "You take me so well, Baby. So wet, so hot, so tight. You're so beautiful all fucked out like this." His lips, unhappy with just feeling my skin whenever he spoke, started sucking and licking my neck. I knew I'd have a hickey forming there, one that I would wear with pride.

Jimin rose onto his knees, his hips snapping into me hard. I was trying with all my might to keep my moans to a quiet volume. The way he gazed upon me, though, had me exploding into a million pieces of white-hot pleasure.

My pussy clamped down on him like a vice, one that pulsated with each ripple my orgasm sent through my body. My boyfriend's fingers tightened around my thighs as his hips began to stutter. I felt his dick throb seconds before he released deep inside me. Watching Jimin in the throes of his orgasm was truly a sight that I was thankful no one else had the pleasure of seeing. He was beautiful—like an ethereal angel experiencing heaven for the first time.

Completely spent, Jimin collapsed on top of me. I felt like I was one with Park Jimin—his softening cock still buried in me, his scent invading my nostrils, his sweat mingling with mine. But most of all, I felt safe for the first time since we had left the palace.

"I love you so much, Jiminie," I whispered into his ear.

"Not as much as I love you, Nell." His soft lips met mine in a sweet kiss. Unhappy when he pulled away, I placed my hands on Jimin's cheeks and drew him in for another kiss—a deeper one. His lips matched mine in their intensity before he raised the stakes by forcing his tongue into my mouth. Unlike before, Jimin immediately dominated the kiss as he claimed me. I could feel him hardening again and it didn't take long for him to rock his hips, causing him to move inside me.

This round was hard, hot, and very intense. Jimin pulled out and flipped me over as I kneeled on my hands and knees, and with a hard spank to my bum, he rammed back into me. He dominated my body perfectly, using many of my kinks to bring us both pleasure. One hand had a tight grip on my hip as the other wound into my hair and pulled me into his chest. With the exertion he was putting into each deep thrust, his balls slapped my clit. I was helpless to do anything but hold onto the top of the bench and take Jimin's punishing pace.

In and out he went. Faster as each minute passed until he was slamming into me at breakneck speed. Only his hands were holding me up. The one on my hips held me so tight that I knew I would have bruises in the shape of his fingers there tomorrow. The other arm was wrapped around my chest, his forearm resting on the bump as if he was protecting it from harm as he muddled my insides.

"Yes, just like that, my good girl. You feel so fucking good clenching around me," Jimin grunted out between thrusts. "Be a good girl and cum all over my cock, Baby."

I was unable to deny him his wish, and my body hurtled off that cliff one last time. Out of all the orgasms Jimin had pulled from me today, this was by far the most powerful. I had no idea what the cause was. It could have been from being very turned on from the earlier oral and sex or it could have been from me finally feeling safe. Or, it could have just been Jimin. Whatever it was, I didn't care.

To keep my high lasting longer, his hand that was on my hip found its way to my clit. His fingers strummed me like I was the finest guitar, and I began whimpering as my body morphed into a puddle of pleasure.

"I love you so much," he groaned into my neck as he fell off the cliff with me. I was so full of his dick that his cum dribbled down my legs. As he pulled out, a gush of fluids flowed from me like a fast-moving stream. "I'm not even sorry," he said, chuckling with his chest puffed with pride. "Here, let me clean you up, My Love. I think we'll be there soon."

Jimin grabbed a towel from under the seat, grinning as he admitted he had the forethought to put it there 'just in case'. With tender and soft caresses to my skin, he wiped away the evidence of our two rounds. As he pulled my panties up my legs, he placed soft kisses as if to pave the way for the fabric. He did the same thing with my pants, as well as my bra and top. I felt so loved, safe and cherished.

"Are you feeling more relaxed?" he asked once we were both dressed.

I melted with the soft kisses that were being placed on my shoulder as my boyfriend guided me into his chest so we could cuddle. I loved the dominant side of Jimin, but his tender and loving side was something I adored.

"Mhm. Much more relaxed thanks to you. I love you so much, Park Jimin."

"And I love you, Elenor Bennett. I thank Fate every day for bringing you to me, and now I thank it for bringing our babies to us, too."