Warnings: Cum stuffing, minor overstim, This fits in with the rest of my OT7 works.
You’d just received a new order of clothes.
Ordinarily, you would be giving your little fashion show to the Maknae line as they wolf-whistled and styled you.
But they weren’t home.
Namjoon was the only one home actually.
So he was going to have to suffer through helping you choose what you wanted to keep and what you were going to send back.
He sat and read his book between each outfit.
First, you showed him a halter top and jeans combo meant for your trip to America next month.
He nodded his approval and complimented the colour.
Not quite the enthusiastic reaction you were looking for, but good enough for you to keep it.
You then tried on a floor-length dress meant for the anniversary dinner Jungkook had planned for you independent of the others.
He screwed up his nose at the choice.
And while you agreed that the cut was more trashy than classy you couldn’t be certain he wasn’t just being a baby about Jungkook stealing you away for a night.
You run through 3 or 4 more outfits
And to his credit, Namjoon did get more enthusiastic with each one, but he was still more invested in his book
That’s when you found them at the bottom of your order.
Maternity Pants.
Realistically you should’ve just wrapped them back up and sent them back to the company.
Instead, you tried them on as a joke.
You laughed as you showed them to Joon, pushing your stomach out as far you could to fill the elastic pouch.
He doesn’t laugh with you.
Instead, his eyes glaze over and then go dark.
He is on you before you even get a chance to question what’s suddenly got him so hot.
One hand is on your stomach and the other is at the nape of your neck pulling you in for a kiss.
“You look so good right now…” He mumbles against your lips.
“You know I’m not actually pregnant right, this is not the way I would tell you that… and I’m on birth control… We also wouldn’t know who the father was.” You list reasons he shouldn’t get too excited.
He doesn’t seem to care.
His hand presses into your stomach.
“But just imagine if you were, I could fuck you so good, the baby would have to be mine.” His voice is barely above a growl as he thinks about it.
“Be so pretty carrying my baby.” His mind runs away with him, and you know there’s no point trying to bring him back down to earth at this point.
And if you can’t beat em… join em.
“Fuck me so full Joonie, fuck me so hard the birth control fails.”
You squeal as he lifts you into his arms pushing you against the nearest wall.
“You’re going to be carrying triplets by the time I’m finished with you.
You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and legs around his waist.
His hands support your thighs as he crushes you between his hard chest and the wall.
He kisses you breathless.
He slides against the wall until you make it to the entrance of his bedroom.
He is reluctant to put you back on the floor, smothering your face in kisses before he lets go.
With your feet firmly planted on the floor you are able to remove the jeans.
Namjoon shoots you a slightly disappointed look as you do.
“You can’t fuck me with them on Joonie.” You point out.
“I guess… Just have to give you a reason to wear them again soon.” He winks at you and then pulls his shirt over his head.
Fully naked, he lifts you back off the floor and leans his head in to make bruises along your shoulders.
“So beautiful, so gorgeous, so pretty.” He compliments you in between each bite, marring your skin.
You moan as you feel his hard cock rub against you.
He balances you against the wall again and grinds up into you.
“Are you actually going to fuck me? Or are you all talk today Joonie?”
He growls in your ear, easily goaded by teasing.
The next time he grinds up, his hand moves to guide him into you.
He drops you down a little so he can fuck into you better.
Supporting you with one hand and the wall he bounces you fast and hard.
You hit your head against the wall a couple times but can’t bring yourself to care.
“Are you ready to be a Mommy Y/N?” He teases.
“Don’t tell me you’re ready to blow already Joon?” You whine even though you know he is nowhere near cumming.
“Who do you think I am? Jungkook?” You were right, he is still a little bitter.
“Play nice Joon.”
Instead of responding he thrusts up harder.
You cry out as he hits deep.
And then he is pulling out and putting you down.
“All fours, on the bed baby.” His voice deep, leaving little room for you to respond.
You scurry to the bed eager to feel him back inside and knowing better than to argue with that voice.
He drags you back to the edge of the bed and pushes down on your shoulders until your leaning on your forearms.
He then places one of his legs up on the bed and lines himself back into you.
Your moans echo off the walls with each punishing thrust.
You can hear his skin slap against yours with force.
His groans get louder as he gets closer.
You soften to a whimper as he reaches around to play with your clit.
“Clench for my baby, make it so tight the cum can’t leak out.”
You do as you’re told, trying your hardest to keep everything inside as he cums deep.
He then pushes you onto your back, using his fingers to scoop the escaping cum and push it back into your cunt.
He leans forward, plump lips encircling your clit.
His tongue draws circles under the hood, as his fingers keep working his release back into you.
Your orgasm pushes more of the hot liquid to leak back out.
He pulls away and slaps your sensitive pussy in response.
“I told you to keep this inside you, naughty girl.”
He keeps pushing his fingers into your spent cunt for a little while.
Eventually, he gives up and lifts his fingers for you to clean.
You diligently suck the remains from his hand until you’re sure nothing is left for you to take.
That’s when you hear the wolf whistle from the door.
“How come none of our fashion shows have ended like that?” Jimin pouts from the doorway.
Taehyung and Jungkook peer in from behind the eldest.
“I’m sure they have done.” Joon shakes his head, reaching for a pillow.
He throws it at the maknae line, successfully hitting Jimin square in the face before he has a chance to duck.
They scamper away, closing the door behind them before Joon has a chance to grab another pillow to launch.
The baby shower had been in full swing for a while now. Playing game after game: guess the size of the baby, make the best clay baby, pin the bonnet on the baby. Absolute classics, and unfortunately absolute boredom. The women handling entertainment had lost your attention a while back. Instead you were focused on the group of men in the corner, most looking as bored as you, save two. Number one being the father-to-be, beaming with pride every time his wife brushed passed him, his fingers caressing her bump at every chance. The picture of wedded bliss. Number two was your doting fiancé. He was awestruck. Picking up and cooing at tiny booties, getting way too invested in the ins and outs of pregnancy, glancing at you with a warm smile. You knew Joon wanted a baby, and soon. You’d talked about it a lot, managing to get him to settle for a year after your wedding. It’s not that you didn’t want kids, you just wanted to spend time just the two of you for a little longer.
By the time party is wrapping up, there’s no mistaking the broody, lust filled expression on Namjoon’s face as he hurries you out of the venue.
“I need to get you home… right now!” his voice is low in your ear, making you shiver. The drive home seems to last forever. His hand stroking along your bare leg, pushing your dress to uncover more and more of you as you drive. You swat at his advances, trying to focus but he is difficult to stop when he gets like this. His fingers creep closer, playing with the lace on the edge of your panties. A little whimper betrays you, and he knows he has you. He cups your core and plays with you through the fabric. By the time you pull into your drive he has made you a panting mess. You turn off the engine and reach for the door only to find Namjoon had already done so, after sprinting round. He lifts you out of the car bridal style and rushes into the house, only pausing to kick off his shoes before throwing you onto the bed.
“I’m gonna stuff you so full of my cum the birth control you’re on will be useless.” His lips find yours briefly before trailing down your neck, his fingers resume their earlier task of playing with you through your underwear. You thrust your hips begging his hand for more friction. He obliges, slipping the flimsy fabric to the side and dipping his middle finger through your slick. He moans as he feels how wet you are. Not wanting to wait any longer he pulls your dress around your hips and peels your panties down your legs. His head comes to rest between your legs, his beautiful eyes staring up at you from such a risqué position never fails to turn you on, a wave of arousal washes over you.
“You’re so gorgeous baby…” his warm breath tickles your thighs “Think how pretty you’d be glowing, my baby growing inside of you.” His large palm covers your tummy as he inches a little closer to your pussy.
“As true as that may be, I wouldn’t be able to see those amazing eyes that I love so much if I had a stomach the size of a watermelon” Joon takes this moment to make his move, removing the smug look from your face. His sucks so violently at your clit your eyes are forced closed.
“Doesn’t look like you can see them anyway” his voice sends vibrations through your nerves. You peel one eye open and meet his mischievous gaze. He winks before going back to work. Two fingers stretch you out, scissoring inside you, bending to reach that sweet soft spot, all the while sucking harshly at your clit. Your high hits like a wave. Eyes squeezed shut as you squirm on his mouth. He kisses up your pubic mound, leading up until he reaches your belly button, making a point to pay attention to where his baby could be.
“You know I’m not pregnant right?” you joke.
“Not for lack of me trying” he winks at you again before shedding himself of his pants. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock springing free. You make grabby hands for it, eager to take care of him the way he did for you. “Not today Y/N, I need you too much” he pins your hands above your head with one of his, the other supporting his weight, and he pushes into your waiting cunt. He dips his head, biting and sucking at your neck, creating little purple marks wherever he goes. His thrusts are hard and well-aimed, each one hitting at your cervix, leaving you feeling impossibly full. He releases your hands so you can play with yourself. His newly free hand lifts your leg to give him better access to you. Moans tumble freely from his mouth adding to your pleasure. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his mouth up to yours in a passionate embrace. Your lips trail down his chin until you reach the spot that makes him come undone every time.
His hips falter as you nip at the sensitive skin before going harder with a new-found fervour. It’s not long until you feel the familiar ache between your legs, this climax hits you softer, a comfortable burst. A small whimper that escapes you as Namjoon cums, thick ribbons shooting deep inside your unfertile womb. He slides himself out of you and pulls you close, his hand immediately drifting in between your legs, pushing his seed back inside of you.
“I can’t wait to get you pregnant for real” he mumbles into your neck.
