hiii ><
idk if ur reqs are open buttt if they are -
reader having baby fever after seeing cute little kids at the mall w sunghoon
and then after they get home, sunghoon rly gives her a baby TT
likeee hard dom maybee
tyyy ^^
GIVE ME THEM BABIES, park sunghoon
warnings: non-idol!sunghoon x fem!reader, established relationship, marriage dynamics? (mentions of wife and husband), creampie, unprotected s*x (wrap before u trap), multiple orgasms, fingering, cum play?, breeding, praising and degradation.
a/n: hi anon!! i have a req similar to this, so i’m planning to make this a part 1, and then i’ll write a part 2 and ofc add link!
The trigger was a little girl in a yellow dress, no older than three, sitting on her father's shoulders in the mall. She was giggling, her tiny fists tangled in her father's hair, and she dropped a stuffed bunny. You instinctively bent to pick it up, handing it back to her with a smile. Her chubby fingers brushed yours, and she gave you a gummy, heart stopping grin.
Something primal and deep within you clenched, a hollow, aching want. You were quiet for the rest of the trip.
Sunghoon being an observant boyfriend, noticed. His hand, which had been a comforting weight on the small of your back, slid down to curl possessively around your hip.
"You've been quiet since we saw that kid," he remarked once you were back in your shared apartment, his voice casual but his eyes sharp.
You busied yourself with putting away the shopping bags, avoiding his gaze. "It's nothing. She was just... really cute."
He didn't buy it. He moved behind you, his body caging you against the kitchen counter. His lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear. "Cute, huh?" he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "Is that all?"
You melted back against him, a soft sigh escaping you. "Hoon..."
"Tell me," he commanded, his voice dropping to that low, gravelly register that made your knees weak. His hands slid around your waist, splaying across your stomach. "What were you thinking about when you looked at her? Hmm?"
You shook your head, embarrassment and desire warring within you.
He spun you around to face him, his gaze dark and intense. "You were thinking about this, weren't you?" he pressed, his palm pressing firmly against your lower abdomen. "About what it would be like to have my child growing in here."
A hot flush spread across your chest and up your neck. You tried to look away, but he caught your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.
"Answer me."
"Yes," you whispered, the admission feeling both shameful and exhilarating.
A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. "My greedy girl. You don't just want my cock, do you? You want me to put a baby in you."
Sunghoon didn't wait for an answer. He crushed his mouth to yours in a searing kiss, all teeth and insanity. He grabbed your hips, squeezing them as you jumped on him. You could feel his erection as he carried you to the bedroom, he laid you down gently.
He loomed over you, stripping off his shirt, his eyes burning with a possessive fire. "You were looking at that little girl and picturing yourself round with my child. Weren't you?"
"Yes, Sunghoon," you breathed, your pussy clenching with need.
"Say it." He unbuckled his belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops stark in the quiet room. "Tell me what you want."
"I want... I want your baby," you confessed, the words feeling both sacred and filthy.
He was on you in an instant, his body a heavy, welcome weight. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, his other hand tearing at your clothes. "Such a desperate slut. All it takes is one look at a pretty baby and you're dripping for me, aren't you? Begging to be filled."
He didn't bother with foreplay. He was too far gone, and so were you. He shoved your legs apart and sank into you in one brutal, perfect thrust. You cried out, arching off the bed, the stretch and fullness overwhelming.
"This what you wanted?" he growled, his hips setting a punishing rhythm from the start. "You want me to fuck a baby into this perfect little cunt?"
"Yes! Please, Hoon, please," you sobbed, your nails digging into his back.
He leaned down, his lips against your ear, his voice a venomous, loving caress. "You'd be such a good mother. So beautiful, carrying my child. Everyone would look at you, round and glowing, and know you're mine. That I did this to you."
Sunghoon was sending you spiraling toward the edge faster than ever. His words painted a vivid picture, and your body responded, clenching around him, milking him.
“I’ll be the best father,” his moans turned into whimpers, his hips stuttering against yours. He still thrusted hard and fast, but he was shattering on top of you with overwhelming emotions. “Oh god, I’ll be the best husband for you. I’ll treat you and our baby so good, you’re my everything.”
You clenched even more at his words, pulling him down to kiss him. You moaned into his mouth, and he caught it with his lips on yours. He was imagining your breasts full with milk, your thighs thicker and stomach carrying his seed.
"You're going to come for me," he commanded, his pace becoming frantic, brutal. His thumb flicked your clit at the same time, overstimulation making your juices wash all over him. "Come all over my cock. Show me how much you want it. How much you want to be the mother of my children.”
The command, the image, the feel of him hitting that deep, perfect spot; made you shatter, a broken scream tearing from your throat as your orgasm ripped through you, blinding and violent.
Sunghoon followed with a guttural groan, his body slamming into you one last time as he spilled deep inside you, his release hot and endless. He collapsed on top of you, his breath ragged in your ear, his weight pinning you to the mattress, making you feel utterly possessed.
But he wasn't done. After a few moments, when your breathing had just begun to even out, you felt him stir inside you. He was still hard.
You whimpered, oversensitive. "Hoon..."
He pulled out only to flip you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up until you were on your knees. "I'm not done with you," he said, his voice rough with intent. He looked at your clenching, leaking hole. His white cum was dripping slowly, your hips still twitched, reddened handprints on your hips more visible like this. He put two of his fingers where his cum almost dripped onto the sheets, and slid it back into your pussy, making you whimper.
“You look so pretty like this, my beautiful girl.” he said as he buried two of his fingers in you, feeling the velvety texture of your ruined walls. They pulsated around his digits, and he scissored to get you ready for him again.
You were moaning, holding onto the sheets, the headboard, the pillow, even you tried grabbing his hands that was on the plush of your ass, but he smacked your hand away. When you tried running away from him, he smacked your ass this time, earning a yelp from you.
“You’re not running from me, you wanted me to breed you, so stay and take it.”
“I’m gonna cum, please.” you moaned, and he pulled his fingers out, entered you again from behind, this stroke even deeper. "I'm going to make sure it takes. I'm going to fill you up until there's no doubt. Until my cum is leaking out of you for days and you can't think of anything but me, and the family we're going to make."
Sunghoon creamed you again, his hips stilling inside you, his large hands holding your hips against him. You were boneless, immediately falling when he let go, and he was also tired. But that didn’t stop him, he got hard again when he saw how you leaked. Your your beaten up red cunt still clenched, oozing his pearly white cum.
He went on, round after relentless round. Against the wall, on the floor, back on the bed. He was a man possessed, his sole focus on seeding you, on marking you from the inside out.
"You take me so well, my love. My perfect girl. You're going to look so beautiful pregnant. I'm going to take care of you. Of both of you.”
When he finally, finally stilled, the room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat. The sun had long since set. You were boneless, utterly spent, and felt so full of him you were dizzy with it.
He pulled you against his chest, his arms like steel bands around you, his hand splayed once more over your stomach. He rubbed circles, thinking of the way it will be swollen with a baby, already feeling the kicks. He’d been in love with your lower belly since you started dating, it’d always awakened a primal desire in him, he’d kiss it during foreplay, or when your shirt rode up when you were on the couch. You had no idea how you affected him.
"It's going to happen," he whispered into your hair, his voice now soft, laced with a terrifying, beautiful certainty. "I'm going to make you a mother. You're mine, forever."
And as you drifted into an exhausted sleep, cradled in his fierce, possessive embrace, you knew he was right. And you had never wanted anything more.
