shin hoseok - couldn’t be better
Pairing: Shin Hoseok x reader | Genre: slight smut, angst & fluff | Warnings: slight impregnation kink, lies & secrets, mentions of vomiting and hospitals | WC: 2.3k
“Wonho,” You moaned out in pleasure. Your boyfriend of a few years was currently rutting into you, his pace becoming more sloppy the closer he came to his release. You dug your nails into his back, pressing your lips to his shoulder and sucking harshly to muffle your whimpers.
He moaned into your neck once he felt your tight walls constricting against his hard length, “Y/N, I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.”
“Then cum,” You teased back.
In all honesty, you were about to as well. You could feel the walls of your cunt tightening the more his cock brushed against them. This was such a spur of the moment thing, he hadn’t put on a condom, and you weren’t on birth control yet and to be honest, it felt a lot better without one. The past few times you’d had sex, Wonho had pulled out seconds before spilling his seed. Though, you didn’t want that this time. You wanted to feel him fill you up.
“Cum inside me baby, please. Fill me up with your seed,” You whined and Wonho groaned, thrusts becoming sloppier by the second.
“Gonna fill you up so good with my babies. Get you nice and pregnant. You’re going to swell up with my baby in you,” He grunted and after one final thrust, you were both moaning out each other’s name and riding through your highs together.
He pulled out after a few seconds and you winced at the slight overstimulation. You felt his cum pouring out of you and it made your thighs press together, though, Wonho had other plans as he pushed them apart before plunging two of his fingers inside of you, catching you off guard, “Gonna get every last drop in there, fill you up nice and good,” He teased, sucking the sweet spot between your shoulder blade and base of your neck. You wiggled at the overstimulation, but you didn’t ask him to stop until you were coming undone again, this time, unexpectedly around his fingers.
It didn’t take long for Wonho to sit up, licking his fingers clean as he smirked down at you. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours briefly and you tasted the salty mix of yours and his seed, “That was hot,” He said and you smiled tiredly, “Let me clean you up,” He kissed your forehead and left, coming back a few minutes later with a warm rag and wiped you clean.
You snuggled closely next to him as your eyes fluttered closed, still in the aftermath of your bliss.
***
A few weeks later you noticed that Wonho was busier than ever. He was preparing a new album and had been in and out of the studio at all hours of the day. Sometimes he would spend all night there. You missed him of course, but you knew this was his passion and his calling, you had no reason to be angry at him. One morning though, you woke up to an empty bed and your stomach just didn’t feel right. You quickly sat up and sprinted to the bathroom just in time to start puking the takeout you had eaten last night into the porcelain bowl. After a few minutes, you leaned against the tub and took in a deep breath. You assumed it was the food you had eaten last night and thought nothing more of it. You called in sick to work just to give your body a rest for the day.
When Wonho returned home in the early afternoon, he was surprised to find you home and not at work, “Everything okay?” He hummed tiredly as he crawled next to you as he laid his head on your chest and lazily threw an arm around your stomach.
You unconsciously played with his hair and nodded, “I’m fine, I think It was just some bad takeout last night.”
He frowned at your words before his eyes already closed, “I’ll sleep for a little and go get you some medicine, love.”
You chuckled and he quickly fell asleep. True to his word, when he woke up he had run down to the store to buy you some medicine before heading back to work. You took it and ate some soup and settled in for the night with a movie in bed.
***
Roughly, another two weeks went by and you were no better. You would spend the better part of your morning dry heaving over the toilet and puking up whatever your stomach had left. You started to have weird cravings for foods and drinks and from time to time, you would feel light-headed and more exhausted than normal.
Wonho had insisted on taking you to the doctor, but you had told him that you would call a cab and not to worry, “I want to be there for you if you aren’t feeling well love,” He looked at you worriedly, “Because what if it’s something bad?”
You shook your head at him with a small smile, kissing his cheek, “It’s just a bug, baby, trust me. Go work and don’t worry. I’ll call you if it’s anything serious,” As much as he didn’t want to let you go alone, he relented and listened to you. He had a lot to do right now and really couldn’t afford even taking just a few hours off.
At the hospital, you were checked out with a few scans and blood tests, “When was your last period dear?” The nurse asked you and you went to answer before freezing. You were supposed to have gotten your period three weeks ago, “Ma’am?” The nurse asked again, looking over to your shocked expression. You could only stare at her and she hummed, trying to give you a comforting smile, “Don’t worry. I’ll just draw some blood to make sure, okay?” You nodded and a few minutes later there were two vials of blood with your name stamped on it being sent off.
The whole time you were a mess of anxiety. You and Wonho had talked about having children. It wasn’t something he was opposed to, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. It was just a kink that was kept in the bedroom. He was still working on his solo career and didn’t have enough time to help care for a baby at the moment. You were in agreeance as sometimes your job also had odd hours due to you starting off in the fashion industry. Neither of you could properly care for a baby at this point in your lives.
“We have the results dear,” The nurse said, sending you an uneasy smile and you wanted to vomit again right then and there, “You’re pregnant. Almost a month along now,” She said slowly, “The exhaustion, dizziness, morning sickness, are all symptoms of your pregnancy. Your iron levels are extremely low as well as your blood sugar. So, we’ll have to monitor that and start you on some supplements,” Anything and everything she was saying was going in one ear and out the other.
How were you going to tell Wonho? What would he say? He probably wouldn’t even want to stay with you. He wasn’t ready for a baby and you weren’t either but now it was here and you were going to have one in just eight months. After sending you on your way and giving you some supplements, you mindlessly stared out the window as you sat in the cab on the way home.
When Wonho returned late that night, you were already asleep and he frowned. You hadn’t called him after your follow up appointment, so, he assumed that it was just a bug and he was panicking for no reason. He loved you; he couldn’t help but worry. Not wanting to wake you, he lightly kissed your cheek and fell asleep beside you.
The next morning, you woke up and before you could be happy at the fact Wonho was actually home for once in the morning, you jumped out of bed and sprinted to the bathroom. Emptying the contents of your stomach, you felt Wonho come pull your hair back and rub your back, kneeling behind you, “I think this is more than a bug love,” He murmured after you seemed to be done.
You weakly smiled at him, leaning back into his chest, “Just a bug,” You sighed out.
He didn’t believe you this time, he knew you were lying. He wasn’t stupid. He might not be home as much as he usually is, but he knew the signs. Feeling sick for most of the morning, sometimes the late afternoon. Your weird craving for pickles and peanut butter. The exhaustion and dizziness. He also remembered you hadn’t asked him to go out and buy you tampons this month and he knew you were running low. He didn’t track your period, but he had a general idea of when it should be.
“I think I just need to sleep some more,” You mumbled, already half asleep in his lap.
As much as he wanted to question you, he would ask you when you woke up, but right now, you needed rest and he was willing to wait. He picked you up and tucked you back into bed, deciding he was staying home today to keep an eye on you. If it was what he thought it was, you two needed to talk. Your phone started ringing loudly on the bedside table and he quickly reached over, silencing it.
He wasn’t going to answer, but when the hospital name flashed across the screen he had too. What if it was worse than what he assumed? What if you had some terminal illness? He stepped out of the room and answered, “Hello?”
“Hi! This is Minah from Seoul General. I was calling to speak with Y/N about setting up her two-month check-up appointment?” Wonho choked on air for a second. So, you were pregnant. He was a little angry you hadn’t told him about it. How long did you think you could hide it from him? Why did you feel you had too? He quickly set up the appointment for you and made note to remind you about it later on.
Walking back into the room, you were stirring in your sleep as you awoke and rubbed your eyes as you stared at Wonho, “Is everything okay?” You frowned. He looked a little tense and honestly, a little mad.
“The hospital called,” He stated and you gulped, feeling your stomach churn.
“O-oh,” You stuttered, averting your gaze to the neutral-colored blanket.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, sitting at the other end of the bed. You felt guilt rise up in your chest and your eyes start to water a little, “This could have been serious, Y/N!” His voice was a little louder now, “She said to make sure you’re taking the supplements because your levels are low! I haven’t seen you take anything yet!”
You looked up at him with glassy eyes and sniffled, “I-I have been taking them. I promise. Just when you a-aren’t around,” Wonho sighed in frustration, tossing your phone on the bed. You bit down harshly on the inside of your cheek. This was it. He was going to leave you now. He couldn’t have a baby.
“Gosh, I wish you would’ve told me sooner so I could have talked to the label about the next steps,” You looked up at him, a little surprised. Next steps means he didn’t want to leave you, right? There’s no way Wonho would ask his label how to break up with his pregnant girlfriend.
“N-next steps?” You questioned, confused.
He nodded, grabbing your hand, “When to tell the fans, the time off I’m going to need. Then there’s telling our friends and our families. Oh! My mom’s going to want to throw you a huge baby shower! And do you really think I’m letting you go to the doctors appointments on your own? I need to be a little selfish here. That’s my son or daughter too!”
You couldn’t form words. You were almost positive that he wasn’t going to take the news well; that he was going to leave you. That you were going to be a single mom and struggling to make ends meet, “Earth to Y/N,” He waved his hand in front of your eyes.
You blinked at him, “Y-you’re not going to leave me?”
He looked taken aback by your words and a little hurt, “Why would I do that?” A tear fell from your eyes and he was quick to wipe it away, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you.
“I thought you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore! You said you weren’t ready for a baby. I’m not ready!” You cried.
He kissed the crown of your head, eyes filled with nothing but love and adoration for you, “We aren’t prepared, yes,” He started, pushing your chin up to meet his gaze, “It’s not the ideal time, but things happen, baby. I can’t wait to be a father and you’re going to make an amazing mother. I’d never leave you for that. Never. You’re stuck with me now for basically ever.”
You laughed at that and he smiled, pecking your lips, “We’ll figure it out, together,” You nodded, leaning back into his chest and lacing your fingers together, “Now,” he said, picking you up and carrying you to the living room, “We can start preparing!” You looked at him, confused. He wanted to start already? You hadn’t even eaten yet, “Baby names!”
You smiled as he pulled up Naver on his laptop and started typing in the search bar. You sat next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as he talked animatedly.
Why you ever doubted him in the first place was a mystery to you. You’d never make that mistake again.
