f: chunker
→ chunker | R | yunho/yoochun | 1,150wc
→ In which Yoochun is pregnant and Yunho's the baby-daddy. (fanfic for paprika)
It was on a Tuesday when Yoochun found out that he was pregnant. It was a couple of weeks after that when his high-school secret boyfriend, Yunho, found out. It was very unfortunate when he could no longer hide the urge to throw-up his guts out every morning, the frequent need to pee every fifteen minutes and the unwanted emotional sensitivity. The bloating of his stomach could no longer be hidden by loose-shirts and beer-belly excuses. Not to mention, the excessive need of sleeping all throughout afternoon.
At first, Yunho thought, they should’ve used condoms. But then again, something like that shouldn’t matter (both of them are faithful and clean after all) since, the last time he checked, Park Yoochun is a man. Despite of the effeminate features and milky-white skin, he still has the proper anatomy for a person who is NOT a woman.
So what the hell happened here?
Second, Yunho thought, the pregnancy could explain why he had to sneak out of bedroom at three in the morning just to look for gold kiwi fruits and deliver them to Yoochun before the sun rises.
Third, he also noticed how his usually petite-eating boyfriend looked like he started to have a love affair with all things carb. He wondered where all the Mac n’ cheese were going and now he surmised that the baby was eating half of it.
Their baby.
“I can’t breathe!” Yoochun yapped when Yunho hugged him tight out of happiness. He was going to be a father!
“I-I’m sorry,” Yunho looked so bright and excited. He looked like a puppy waiting for his master to chunk the ball across the field or something. “But wow… we’re having a baby!”
Nodding, Yoochun patted his baby-daddy on the head. “Yeah, I just wished we’re not in high school.”
That statement felt like a dip in ice-cold water. They’re both eighteen, graduating in a few months. It was not exactly ideal to knock-up your boyfriend of three years before the University exams.
**
As expected, their parents were furious. Yunho’s parents were a little more fuming than Yoochun’s and it was one of the scariest moments of the teenager boys’ lives. Fortunately, none of them wanted to have the child aborted. Maybe Yunho’s father did but his mother right away slapped the back of his head and told him the beauty of pregnancy, even down to the nasty details.
Yoochun’s father didn’t want anything with his future son-in-law but he was willing to support his eldest son and future grandchild as long as he promised to get into a good university.
They were semi-accepted and that was all they needed.
**
A few days later, Yoochun finally moved into Yunho’s apartment. The initial signs finally dwindled but the mood swings and unusual food cravings were still there. Yunho was always a tired heap on the bed every night. Apart from his baby-daddy duties, he also had School-President duties to accomplish. Sometimes, he would find Yoochun cuddled up against him, crying his heart out. The side of his neck was pretty much wet from tears and probably snot.
“What’s wrong?” He would ask, rubbing comforting circles on his lover’s back.
Yoochun sniffed, “I’m sorry.”
Yunho hummed, “Don’t be.” He turned slightly around and lifted Yoochun’s face, smiling at the reddened eyes and wet streaks on his puffed cheeks. He looked nothing but adorable. “I want to do this so don’t think you’re forcing me to slave around or anything.” He leaned forward, tucked a stray wavy hair behind the ear and kissed the puckered pair of lips, “I love you.”
Nodding silently, Yoochun replied, a little calmer, “I love you too.” They kissed again but this time with much fervour. It’s been awhile since the last time they had sex and Yunho was all the more happy when he got to slid his hands underneath the loose t-shirt his boyfriend was wearing. He was all too happy to notice that he didn’t wear any pants. The tip of his finger slid cautiously around the pucker of Yoochun’s hole, contemplating whether to insert them or not.
Yoochun pulled away with a guttural moan, shamelessly rubbing himself against Yunho’s pyjama-clad thigh. “Make love to me.” His gaze was hot and piercing through half-lidded eyes and Yunho wanted nothing but to devour him.
“But the baby-”
“You won’t hurt me, us.” Yoochun rasped, loving how after months of celibacy, there’s a finger moving in and out inside of him. It was glorious.
“But-”
“Get in me, now.”
All further protests were futile as his very much pregnant lover straddled him, pulled his pyjama pants down to his knees and worked himself down his rigid cock.
“Yes!” Yoochun hissed happily, closing his eyes tightly at the feel of the painful yet pleasurable breach stretching him by the second.
Yunho looked up and groaned at the way Yoochun’s long, wavy-hair framed his lover’s face. “Fuck, I love you so much!” were the last few coherent words he said before he began thrusting in and out while Yoochun’s hips met him downwards. Wanting to see the bump he loved so much, Yunho sat up and took off Yoochun’s shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room.
He was beautiful.
It didn’t take long before Yoochun felt the familiar coiling feeling at the pit of his belly. It had been so long he was touched so intimately that a mere thrust in him and a twist of his nipples had him coming all over Yunho’s chest. He wasn’t normally loud when they’re making love but at that time, Yoochun cried out at every spurt of come coming out of the top of his cock.
Yunho had never seen such an arousing sight before and pretty soon, he was ejaculating within the tightening channel around him. Pumping once, twice, his mouth fell slack and a silent scream surpassed his lips.
After breathing the right amount of air they needed for their burning lungs, Yoochun laid next to him while he carefully dislodged himself. They shared a wet kiss before exhaustion took over, and Yunho was more than glad to sleep with Yoochun’s baby bump pressing against his side.
**
“You really don’t look pregnant, just… chubby-like you’ve gained some weight.”
“Great, so you think I’m a chunker.”
Yunho wished he didn’t take Kim Jaejoong, his school-club VP home that day because the damn boy didn’t know when to filter his mouth.
“What? I was just telling the truth.” Jaejoong blinked owlishly at him while Yoochun was at the far corner of the kitchen, sobbing while stuffing his mouth with a mix of cereal and strawberry ice cream.
Yunho kicked him outside right away. Literally.
After that was done, he sauntered back to the kitchen and back-hugged his still crying-mess of a lover. “You’re still beautiful to me.”
Yunho’s words were all that Yoochun needed.
end
→ In which Yoochun is pregnant and Yunho's the baby-daddy. (fanfic for paprika)
It was on a Tuesday when Yoochun found out that he was pregnant. It was a couple of weeks after that when his high-school secret boyfriend, Yunho, found out. It was very unfortunate when he could no longer hide the urge to throw-up his guts out every morning, the frequent need to pee every fifteen minutes and the unwanted emotional sensitivity. The bloating of his stomach could no longer be hidden by loose-shirts and beer-belly excuses. Not to mention, the excessive need of sleeping all throughout afternoon.
At first, Yunho thought, they should’ve used condoms. But then again, something like that shouldn’t matter (both of them are faithful and clean after all) since, the last time he checked, Park Yoochun is a man. Despite of the effeminate features and milky-white skin, he still has the proper anatomy for a person who is NOT a woman.
So what the hell happened here?
Second, Yunho thought, the pregnancy could explain why he had to sneak out of bedroom at three in the morning just to look for gold kiwi fruits and deliver them to Yoochun before the sun rises.
Third, he also noticed how his usually petite-eating boyfriend looked like he started to have a love affair with all things carb. He wondered where all the Mac n’ cheese were going and now he surmised that the baby was eating half of it.
Their baby.
“I can’t breathe!” Yoochun yapped when Yunho hugged him tight out of happiness. He was going to be a father!
“I-I’m sorry,” Yunho looked so bright and excited. He looked like a puppy waiting for his master to chunk the ball across the field or something. “But wow… we’re having a baby!”
Nodding, Yoochun patted his baby-daddy on the head. “Yeah, I just wished we’re not in high school.”
That statement felt like a dip in ice-cold water. They’re both eighteen, graduating in a few months. It was not exactly ideal to knock-up your boyfriend of three years before the University exams.
**
As expected, their parents were furious. Yunho’s parents were a little more fuming than Yoochun’s and it was one of the scariest moments of the teenager boys’ lives. Fortunately, none of them wanted to have the child aborted. Maybe Yunho’s father did but his mother right away slapped the back of his head and told him the beauty of pregnancy, even down to the nasty details.
Yoochun’s father didn’t want anything with his future son-in-law but he was willing to support his eldest son and future grandchild as long as he promised to get into a good university.
They were semi-accepted and that was all they needed.
**
A few days later, Yoochun finally moved into Yunho’s apartment. The initial signs finally dwindled but the mood swings and unusual food cravings were still there. Yunho was always a tired heap on the bed every night. Apart from his baby-daddy duties, he also had School-President duties to accomplish. Sometimes, he would find Yoochun cuddled up against him, crying his heart out. The side of his neck was pretty much wet from tears and probably snot.
“What’s wrong?” He would ask, rubbing comforting circles on his lover’s back.
Yoochun sniffed, “I’m sorry.”
Yunho hummed, “Don’t be.” He turned slightly around and lifted Yoochun’s face, smiling at the reddened eyes and wet streaks on his puffed cheeks. He looked nothing but adorable. “I want to do this so don’t think you’re forcing me to slave around or anything.” He leaned forward, tucked a stray wavy hair behind the ear and kissed the puckered pair of lips, “I love you.”
Nodding silently, Yoochun replied, a little calmer, “I love you too.” They kissed again but this time with much fervour. It’s been awhile since the last time they had sex and Yunho was all the more happy when he got to slid his hands underneath the loose t-shirt his boyfriend was wearing. He was all too happy to notice that he didn’t wear any pants. The tip of his finger slid cautiously around the pucker of Yoochun’s hole, contemplating whether to insert them or not.
Yoochun pulled away with a guttural moan, shamelessly rubbing himself against Yunho’s pyjama-clad thigh. “Make love to me.” His gaze was hot and piercing through half-lidded eyes and Yunho wanted nothing but to devour him.
“But the baby-”
“You won’t hurt me, us.” Yoochun rasped, loving how after months of celibacy, there’s a finger moving in and out inside of him. It was glorious.
“But-”
“Get in me, now.”
All further protests were futile as his very much pregnant lover straddled him, pulled his pyjama pants down to his knees and worked himself down his rigid cock.
“Yes!” Yoochun hissed happily, closing his eyes tightly at the feel of the painful yet pleasurable breach stretching him by the second.
Yunho looked up and groaned at the way Yoochun’s long, wavy-hair framed his lover’s face. “Fuck, I love you so much!” were the last few coherent words he said before he began thrusting in and out while Yoochun’s hips met him downwards. Wanting to see the bump he loved so much, Yunho sat up and took off Yoochun’s shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room.
He was beautiful.
It didn’t take long before Yoochun felt the familiar coiling feeling at the pit of his belly. It had been so long he was touched so intimately that a mere thrust in him and a twist of his nipples had him coming all over Yunho’s chest. He wasn’t normally loud when they’re making love but at that time, Yoochun cried out at every spurt of come coming out of the top of his cock.
Yunho had never seen such an arousing sight before and pretty soon, he was ejaculating within the tightening channel around him. Pumping once, twice, his mouth fell slack and a silent scream surpassed his lips.
After breathing the right amount of air they needed for their burning lungs, Yoochun laid next to him while he carefully dislodged himself. They shared a wet kiss before exhaustion took over, and Yunho was more than glad to sleep with Yoochun’s baby bump pressing against his side.
**
“You really don’t look pregnant, just… chubby-like you’ve gained some weight.”
“Great, so you think I’m a chunker.”
Yunho wished he didn’t take Kim Jaejoong, his school-club VP home that day because the damn boy didn’t know when to filter his mouth.
“What? I was just telling the truth.” Jaejoong blinked owlishly at him while Yoochun was at the far corner of the kitchen, sobbing while stuffing his mouth with a mix of cereal and strawberry ice cream.
Yunho kicked him outside right away. Literally.
After that was done, he sauntered back to the kitchen and back-hugged his still crying-mess of a lover. “You’re still beautiful to me.”
Yunho’s words were all that Yoochun needed.
end