Anything sexy that involves creampies and impreg kink with namjoon 🛐
It's late, anon...and late at night.
However...I have it in me.
It's the Thursday before Spring Break, I have a 2,000 word essay due tomorrow night, but I'm craving him, so here you are.
extra warnings: impact kink, roughness. namjoon x fem reader, breastplay
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It started with the pillowtalk.
It's not uncommon that Namjoon wants to talk to you late at night about something that's been on his mind during the day. You're just a really great listener, and your company soothes him. He's shown a lot of personal growth in the years you've known him.
He speaks in soft rasps, staring up at the celining with his eyes gently blinking. He speaks lowly, as if he's telling you his deepest, most intimate thoughts and feelings. "I don't know how...Earth does it. The world is so...constantly changing and it's hard to keep up with, but maybe I don't have to take the whole world..." he gestures a globe between his hands, "in my hands. Maybe it's out of my control."
"I think some things can be controlled," you say, smothered by a big winter blanket Joonie lays out on the bed for when it's cold out. He's like a human furnace these days, though, so he never actually uses it.
"Mm...yeah, I mean the personal things. The individual things, but that just ties back to the idea of fate," he concludes. Namjoon pauses, crossing his arms over his body before shaking his head in defeat. "If I choose to believe in fate...I choose to believe fate led me to you."
As much as you want to hit him for being a cheeseball, you can't help but smile.
You hummed and moved closer to your boyfriend's body, leaving the blanket behind. You climb on top of him in a half-awake attempt to cuddle.
His thumb grazes your cheek before his eyes fall on your breasts slipping from their confinement, pressing against his chest.
"You should wear what's comfortable to bed, why are you wearing a bra?" He asks, innocently unclasping the back for you.
You sit up and carefully remove it, shrugging sleepily. "Mmm...don't know." They comfortably sit on him as his big hands massage your scalp, gently whisping away stray hairs from your face.
"There you go, does that feel better?" He thrums, the vibrations from his chest buzzing against the side of your face.
"Yeahh..." you sigh happily. "I'm off the pill," you mention in a soft tone. "I figured...that I would tell you before we get pulled away from each other," you rub small circles with your thumbs on his stomach, pensively.
"Does this mean we're ready for a family?" He caresses you. You hum in response. "You know, I read this...really weird old doctor's manual in history class?"
Here he goes, on another one of his adorable rants. "That...in back then, they used to sleep in two periods? Like..." he hisses, trying to recall his professor's earlier lecture. "They would sleep for four hours, wake up for like an hour or two, and then fall asleep again." He nods.
You look up at him with your throat resting on his chest. "Where are you going with this?" You laugh.
"What I mean to say is," he smiles, "the doctor wrote in his manual that...that period would probably be the best time to conceive."
"...And you wanna test the theory," you confirm. A tint of red paints your boyfriend's cheeks.
"Yeah. I really do," he sighs underneath you.
You recall the days when you were insecure about your relationship with Namjoon. In highschool, it seemed as if everybody was out for blood for a chance to even get into a talking stage with him. It was intimidating. You had long mistrusted that he wasn't truly interested in your relationship. He had a history of failed relationships-- breaking things off unexpectedly.
He later revealed to you the reason for his insecurity. Namjoon was afraid of abandonment. Although it was a long healing process, you two formed a bond that the both of you are extra comfortable with. It got easier after graduation.
So, you agree to waking the big lug up at 4 AM to fuck.
He falls asleep first, his peaceful expression prompting you to sleep in his embrace.
You gradually gain consciousness at around 3:45, in a daze. With a deep breath in, you stretch and nudge your boyfriend, playfully. It hurts to speak at this point, so you start massaging his torso and nibbling at his ear to try and get him to wake up.
Eventually, he shifts under you and props himself up on his elbows, his chest filling with breath. "Mmmm..." he groans. "hey."
You share a smile before caressing his body more as his hands cup around your ass and firmly squeeze you. Silently, he repositions you so that you're on his thighs.
You shiver, the coolness of the night air hitting your body. "Oooh...it's cold out."
You glance out the window to see snow falling down and landing on the streets below. The moon snugly beams through the clouds in the sky. "Joonie," you rasp, "it's snowing..."
"So it is," he hums. Your wonder is a spectacle to him. He only observes as you watch the snow, captivated by your simple beauty. To him, you are everything he has ever needed.
In a flurry of kisses, he brings your body closer to his and sighs pleasurably. "I want you to be the mother of my children, y/n..."
"Mmm..." you smirk sleepily, sucking on his bottom lip seductively. "Take me, then."
"It feels weird," he admits, hissing through his teeth. "It's like I'm half-awake." Namjoon presses his forehead against yours. He takes the fabric of your shirt between his fingertips and fiddles with it. "Have we ever really fucked unprotected?" He asks, concern in his eyes.
"I don't think so. You're really good about it," you reply, scratching his back with your fingernails.
He relaxes himself and leans back a bit. "I've gotta get the blood flowing," he tells you.
Carefully, you remove your breasts from their restraint and fix your posture, fixating on your boyfriend's transforming face. "That'll do it..." he murmurs.
You take his sturdy hands and place them on your chest, biting your lip while readjusting your hips. He squeezes you softly, his breath stuttering as the aire between you builds. "Hh--ahh," you breathe as his calloused fingers brush against your nipples.
His eyes flutter up in amazement. He's paying close attention. With a gentle tug, you're positioned above something warm and firm. You spread your legs wider to ride it, your cheeks burning hot.
He huffs quietly, his palms kneading your ass and pulling you apart for him. He's oblivious to his own strength sometimes, so you have to remind him to be gentle with a whine.
"Ooh--" Namjoon gasps, going a bit lighter but still firm on his growing erection. Like watercolor paints a canvas, his eyes taint with lust. He gains more control over your hips and rips out a heavy groan from the pit of his pleasure.
You bite your lip. Your knees wobble, only barely gripping his thighs as you press your core against your boyfriend. "God, Namjoon...you really are too big..." you sigh.
"I'll go easy, I pinky promise..." he says, with no intention of going easy at all. While Namjoon's intentions during sex are pure, it's not unusual that he ends up going a little rougher than he initially means to.
You melt on him, his tongue mapping out the crevices of your neck and collar as you invite him to your body, his fingertips finding fantastic feeling in the features of your skin. "I don't want to stop tasting you," he hums as he ruts against your clothed pussy. "I want to fill you up, watch you grow pregnant with my children..."
You moan quietly in his ear, your eyes rolling back as your hands squeeze his shoulders and his broad back. "Yeah?" You manage, squirming for him.
He dips his fingers between your cunt and swipes just above your clitoris, making you buck up to his touch. "Yes~ Oh, Joonie..." you whisper.
"A reminder that you're mine and only mine...that other guys can't possibly have you because I am going to claim you with my cum..." he removes his three dominant fingers from your panties and snaps the elastic teasingly on your hip. You twitch.
"You're gonna carry my baby." He languidly pushes down the hem of his pants to reveal his aching cock, a pearl of precum adorning it at the tip. You greet it instantaneously, your fingertips grazing the length as Namjoon reaches to the nightstand to provide you with lubricant.
He drizzles it on his cock and watches as your hands glide on it, wrapping around it possessively and meeting his eyes. You watch his breathing, intrigued by the slack of his jaw and the scrunch of his brow as you touch him. His pulse beats against your palm, his cum pooling at the slit of his dick. "Spill it inside of me," you hum seductively, kneeling before it and licking one long stripe up the underside. "Fuck me with it, fill me out...I need your cum to make a baby, Joonie..." you whine, pouting.
"Come get it."
Namjoon rises from the bed and kneels, overpowering your position and reorienting you so that your ass is up and you're bent to his will.
His long digits plunge into your cunt and start fucking you mercilessly as his other hand squeezes your ass. You spread a little wider in order to feel his middle finger press against your walls. "Fuck-- fuckh,," you breathily moan, your head spinning gloriously.
He pulls himself out, lifts his hands from your body and smacks your left asscheek so hard you see stars.
"Mnh! Mmm...hmmm..." you moan, a big smile spreading on your face. He's going to slut your pussy out and you know it. At this point, it's nothing but his juicy bliss.
He grunts, ripping your panties and throwing them before smacking his cock on your ass and pulling your hips on him. He penetrates you and you twitch wildly for him, mesmerized by the skin-to-skin contact. You simultaneously moan as he cuts through you, pressing all the way to your cervix.
"We can reach better this way, holy fuck..." he pants, watching your sensitive cunt twitch with every shallow thrust. "Let me get it deep..."
With a rough pull, he presses against your walls nicely and makes your head spin. He kisses your back as he smacks back in, his hips snapping in place as he fucks you at a moderate pace.
"Out, further..." he nudges your legs in order for him to get where he needs to. Your tired body complies, mercilessly receiving his cock with a tainted conscious.
"Hh-Hhaahh..." you moan, your thighs trembling from the sheer force of your boyfriend's thrusts. "Mmh!" you exclaim. "Namjoon--!"
He carefully rearranges you so that he can see your gentle face as he your orgasm builds inside of you. You pull at the sheets, hard and gasp.
"Fuck! There, don't fucking stop--" you sob, strings of instinctual moans spilling from your lips as Namjoon struggles to keep the rigorous pace.
His cum floods in, spilling into your cervix with a surprising precision as you flutter intensely around him, your bodies pressed together in a mix of sweat and arousal. He catches your lips in a sweet kiss.
A prominent blush appears on his face as he withdraws himself, a thick trail of his cum flooding your cunt. It sticks to his tip, connecting the both of you. "Ah..." he watches as it pools underneath you.
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.
