Warning: hardcore impregnation kink, possession, dirty talk, vaginal sex, basically a major creampie bro.
A/N: I’m going through major baby fever, so please enjoy my imagination
You felt Jungkook’s hands press roughly into your hips as he pounded you from behind. The sound of your husband’s groans and whiny sounds filling the air as your face was pushed into the mattress.
“You like the way that feels baby?“ He asked as you gripped onto your marital sheets. You tried to nod, your words failing you but your back being bent unnaturally stopping you. “Oh god baby” He moaned as he felt your walls flutter around him. You squeezed around him again unconsciously causing him to buck harshly into you, the angle causing him to kiss the base of your cervix, a shiver running down your spine as you let out a wanton moan. The movement caused Jungkook to pause. You grew worried and tried looking back only to see the man you called yours with his eyes shut, head tilted as you watched him breathe through his nose heavily almost as if to keep himself sane. You called out to him with a weak call of his name catching his attention breaking him from the trance he was in, you watched his eyelids open slightly, his usual coffee coloured eyes now a lustful black eyeing your sweaty body.
“fuck” He let out as his eyes moved from you to where the both of you were joined, his cock twitching slightly at the filthy ideas running through his head. “Look forward again for me baby” He breathed out, his voice an octave deeper causing a submissive whine to catch at your throat before turning. His hands gripped your hips even rougher, this time his nails digging into your skin before pulling his hips back slowly and bucking back into you, knocking the air from your lungs. He repeated this before your body started fluttering around him again and all his thoughts began to slip from his mouth.
“Fuck baby wanna fill you up so badly, so f-fucking badly” He moaned as he pounded into you roughly. You moaned in response which only urged him on even more.
“Wanna cum so deep in you baby, wanna fill you with my seed pretty girl” He rambled as he threw his head back losing himself in you. “Jungkook please” You whined not knowing what you were even asking for.
“You want it too baby hmm? want me to fill you up and knock you up?” He pressed, his words sending a shock into your system at the thought of him getting you pregnant. It’s not like you both hadn’t talked about it, babies were a subject you just both silently agreed on that when it happens, it happens and apparently for Jungkook it needed to happen now. “God beautiful I’m gonna put a baby in you, would you like that hmm? like my cock hitting your womb baby” He asked, his voice straining at the end.
“Answer me baby, wanna hear you say it” He groaned as his hand sneaked between your thighs and started began rubbing harshly at your clit. You tried to figure out what was going on in your head but the mixture of Jungkook’s fingers pressed against your clit and his cock hitting your cervix was too much for you. You could feel your climax literally on the tip of your tongue but the thought was stopped the minute you felt a harsh slap on your clit sending your hips to jolt forward. “Baby-I told you-to answer me” He punctuated with harsh thrusts. You gasped, your eyes filling with tears as you tried lifting your head to give him what he wanted.
“J-jungkook please, fill me with your cum, want your b-baby in me, make me yours” You gasped out, his shit eating grin practically beaming even if you couldn’t see it.
“That’s right baby, you’re fucking mine” He growled, his fingers back on your clit his hips angling to press even deeper into you. “Can’t wait to show you off, all big and round with my baby” He whined, his orgasm catching up to him as yours hit you. Now you’ve never experienced a vaginal orgasm but with the way Jungkook’s cock hit the end of you, your body just went into overdrive. You felt like it was everywhere, causing your body to shake underneath Jungkook like a leaf in an aggressive wind. The feeling of your walls convulsing around him aggressively had Jungkook growling as hips forced his cock into you. “Gonna cum baby, g-gonna cum and fill you. take it, fucking take it- Fuck!” He let out as he pressed into you till you could practically feel him in your stomach, The heat of his orgasm filling you to breaking point. You let out small whines as Jungkook moved his hips slowly milking his orgasm “so deep, so fucking deep” He whispered as he watched his softening cock fuck his cum back into you.
“You good baby?” He asked breathless as he fell down next to you. You slumped your body down, wincing at the aftershock. “Ask me again in nine months” You breathed still catching your breath, your eyes closing but not missing the way he beamed at your words.
Extra
“Kook, what did you do to Y/N, she looks so pale lately” Hoseok asked as he plopped down next to the younger, the boys weekly catch up at your home.
“Yeah, I offered her the left over eggs from my plate and she literally gagged and ran off” Jin pitched in as snatched the remote away from Taehyung before scolding him.
→ synopsis ; the intimacy of small things in the world, the ones that tear at the heart, mean much more than grand gestures and proclamations. you notice these things once you become a father. or fall in love with one.
→ genre ; celebrity!au | angst | fluff | smut
→ pairings ; ???
→ rating ;MA
→ warnings ; mentions of toxic relationships, depressive mindsets, drug and alcohol use, blood, gun use, hostage situations, etc.
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Whoever said money can’t solve your problems, must’ve not had enough money to solve them. At least, that’s what Y/n assumes.
The city of Seoul is home to the rich and famous, those who can afford to drive fast cars that go way past the speed limit and others who bring in money with talents they’ve developed over the years. It’s where the luxury is, those imbedded in fame meeting in expensive clubs and restaurants, with everything they need practically in the palm of their hand.
Money is the root of all of Y/n’s success. It’s what hides Y/n’s past, deep where nobody would be able to find it. Quite honestly, she likes it that way. Her life before her fame is muddled, shrouded in shadows that are difficult to maneuver in even the brightest of lights. Or even the wealthiest of people.
Entering her expensive penthouse from the elevator, Y/n’s brown cat slunk to her side, weaving between her legs affectionately. “Oh, was I working for too long, Iseul?” She hummed, scratching behind her ears. She purred softly, sinking into Y/n’s touch.
Y/n placed her keys and purse on the table beside the elevator, before scooping Iseul into her arms, letting the cat nuzzle into her neck. She chuckled softly, smoothing down Iseul’s brown fur. “I’m sorry. I had to stay to finish recording some vocals for a song.” She listened to her kitten purr mindlessly in her arms. “Not that you’d know. You’re probably just wondering why the fuck I’m gone for so long, huh?” Y/n cooed, padding towards the large window that showed Seoul’s city line.
Iseul hopped out of Y/n’s arms, and made a b-line for the couch, curling up on the edge. Exhausted, Y/n padded towards the kitchen, tossing her bucket hat onto the island. She grabbed a wine glass, and hummed softly, a headache likely forming as she poured herself a glass of expensive rosé. Her phone rang, and she looked down blankly at the screen.
“It’s two in the morning. I just saw you twenty minutes ago, do you miss me that fuckin’ much?” Y/n scoffed, sipping on her wine. A laugh came from the other end of the call, and she heard the familiar sound of a car’s engine revving. She couldn’t hear it from upstairs, so he was likely someplace else.
“Yeah? You think I’d miss you that easy?” Namjoon laughed once more, and Y/n rolled her eyes. “I just wanted to check to see if you got inside safely. Plus, I have to reschedule our studio session tomorrow.” He spoke, and Y/n groaned, leaning her head against the island.
“Joon. We have to finish the song by Friday or else your album will be behind schedule.” She spoke, and Namjoon hummed.
“Yeah, but this song is a bonus on the album. If it doesn’t come out with the rest, then it’s okay-“
“What the fuck do you mean it’s a bonus? You’re telling me I’m not important enough to be on the regular album?” Y/n huffed, and Namjoon laughed, likely shaking his head on the other side. She took another sip of her wine, headache getting a little more painful.
Maybe she just needed to sleep.
“Of course you’re important enough to be on the album. Something just came up, listen, we’ll finish by Friday even if I have to work day and night, just so your pretty self can be on the album.” Namjoon hummed, and Y/n cocked her head, eyebrows furrowed.
“Are you mocking me?” Y/n accused, and Namjoon scoffed.
“What, now I can’t be nice to you?” He asked, and Y/n rolled her eyes, picking up her phone and pressing it to her ear.
“You’re like the older brother I never wanted. Of course you cannot fucking be nice to me.” She spat, and Namjoon nearly choked on his laughter. “Whatever, I have a headache. Let me know when you need me back in the studio, yeah?” Y/n asked, and Namjoon hummed in response. “Okay. Goodnight, love you bye.” Y/n spoke quickly, before hanging up the phone.
On the opposite side of town, Namjoon laughed, pocketing his phone as someone knocked on his window. A smile spread across his face, and he exited his car, a squeal escaping the little girl’s lips in front of him. “Uncle Namjoon!” She spoke cheerfully, and Namjoon scooped up the girl in his arms, watching her father shake his head.
“She has pre-school in six hours, Namjoon. Don’t get her riled up please.” Yoongi sighed, crossing his tattooed arms as his daughter wriggled in Namjoon’s arms. “Come inside. I don’t want the paparazzi getting too close to Sarang. She doesn’t need to be exposed to that shit too early.” He took Sarang from Namjoon’s arms, holding the three year old close to him as he walked inside of his home.
Namjoon followed his close friend into his one million dollar home, bowing towards the housekeeper who greeted him with a tired smile. He slipped off his shoes, watching as Sarang took off further into the house. Yoongi sighed, peeling a heart sticker off of his neck. “Hyung, I didn’t expect you to call me so late.” Namjoon hummed, walking into the living room, and Yoongi hummed, placing Sarang’s folded blanket onto the leg rest
“Yeah well, I finished touching up the instrumental for that song. I figured I’d give it to you now instead of forgetting it later.” Yoongi glanced up as Sarang ran into the living room with a new set of pajamas on. “Princess, it’s very late. You have to go to sleep so you can be well rested for school tomorrow.” He cooed, scooping his daughter up into his arms.
Namjoon watched as Sarang rested her head on her father’s shoulder. “Maybe tomorrow would’ve been a better time.” He chuckled, pinching Sarang’s cheek, and Yoongi scoffed.
“She’s just ansty. Had a bad dream last night so she’s a little reluctant to sleep when I’m not home.” Yoongi dragged a hand through his black hair, bouncing his daughter gently as he maneuvered through his lived-in, yet well kept, home. “Here’s the edit. It’d probably sound better with the vocals, but I don’t know who’s featuring so I wouldn’t be able to tell.” Yoongi handed Namjoon his flash drive, and the younger male nodded.
“Thanks, hyung. Let me know when I’m featuring on your next album.” Namjoon called over his shoulder, and Yoongi scoffed, shaking his head.
“Yeah fuckin’ right. When our work ethics match up is when I’ll be able to drop a song with you.” Yoongi laughed, and Namjoon huffed, turning towards his friend.
“The only person I know who works as much as you is the one that’s featured on this song.” He waved the flashdrive. “She almost ripped me a new one when I told her we weren’t gonna be recording tomorrow.” Namjoon winced, pocketing the device.
Yoongi grinned, his daughter finally sound asleep in his arms.
His voice was low. “Might have to send her my way once you two are done recording. Maybe she can be a feature on my next album.” He hummed, and chuckled softly when Namjoon flipped him off.
“Y/n L/n. She’s better known as the rapper Psyche.” Namjoon hummed, and Yoongi’s eyes widened with recognition.
“Is she the one that’s always tweeting about how she’s in love with me and how she says I’m a dilf?” Yoongi rubbed the back of his head, bouncing Sarang slightly. “What the fuck is a dilf anyway? I get called that all the time but I never bothered to look it up.” He asked, and Namjoon laughed quietly.
“It means ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck. Fuck, you don’t get on Twitter much unless it’s about you, do you?” He chuckled, and Yoongi scoffed. “Also, you flirt with her all the time on Twitter, don’t act like you don’t like the attention.” Namjoon accused.
Yoongi shrugged. “What can I say? I like having a little fun.” He turned on his heel, facing the direction of Sarang’s room. “Get home safe, will you? And lock the door on your way out. Leave it unlocked like last time and I’ll fuckin’ punch your teeth so far down your throat you’ll be shoving a toothbrush up your ass to brush ‘em.” He threatened casually.
Namjoon shook his head, used to his threats. “Should I give Y/n your number then? Since you seem to be a little interested in her.” He asked, and Yoongi waved his hand dismissively.
“I have a daughter to take care of, music to make, and paparazzi to make insecure. You think I’m ready to pull another A-List celebrity into a relationship?” Yoongi chuckled.
“Not even a situationship?” Namjoon asked.
“Do you know how hard it is not to fall in love with me?” Yoongi asked, and Namjoon laughed loud enough to nearly wake Sarang up. “I’m not even fucking with you. I’m just stating statistical facts.” His tattooed arms shifted, moving Sarang to his left side.
“I’m fucking leaving, hyung. Bye. Good luck with your horny fangirls.” Namjoon waved, walking out of Yoongi’s home, locking the door behind him.
Yoongi, left in the silence of his home, carried his sleeping daughter to her room. She curled up in her bed, and he watched her for a moment, a fond smile on his face as she breathed softly. He hummed softly, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.
Of course he didn’t have time for anyone else.
He’s famous, he’s a father, there’s no privacy when it comes to fame, fortune, and family.
