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Ungodly Beast

✞ Pairing: Devil! Jungkook x reader

✞ Genre: smut, slight horror, Jungkook devil au

✞ Warnings: blasphemous content, y/n can’t have children (hints at IVF), impreg kink, dick size kink, tattoo kink, fingering (f), thigh riding, oral (m and f receiving), face riding, dom! jungkook , rough sex, manhandling, degradation (f name calling), choking, kook has horns black eyes and a forked tongue, overstimulation (f), pain kink, ruined orgasm and orgasm denial (f), daddy kink, choking kink

✞ Rating: 18+ (M)

✞ Synopsis: You were sure about this, sure enough to summon Satan himself. A baby all of your own was all you had ever wanted, it was all you had ever dreamed of, it was the only thing your life was lacking. But what price would you have to pay for it? You thought in the beginning that there was nothing you wouldn’t do to have your wish granted, well…

✞ Words: 5.1k

Your hands shook as you held the slightly burnt and stiff paper you had found on your nightstand. You didn’t know if you were shaking because you were tired, in shock that it had worked, or you were afraid. It had taken you years to do this, so many things needed to summon him, so many hoops to jump through, you had almost given up. But as you held the paper in your hands, the solid proof in words that you had finally done it, your fear, shock and any other negative emotions turned to overwhelming joy.

“Tonight, meet me at the bar you like so much. You know the one.” 

The paper read so casually. You expected something more formal from an entity so powerful. It didn’t matter though, tonight you were going to get what you had always wanted no matter the cost, no matter what the devil asked of you.

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This was so flipping good.  It was so cute how Yoongi was so nervous to have the reader in his apartment.  

Take One (M)

Pornstar!Yoongi x Fan Fiction Writer!Reader

Genre: Strangers To Lovers!AU, Smut, Fluff

WordCount: 24k

Warnings: Masturbation, Fingering, Big Dick!Yoongi, Slight Dom!Yoongi, Degradation (Slut, Cum Slut), Spanking, Sex Against A Wall, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Phone Sex, Edging, Pussy Slapping, Daddy Kink, Hair Pulling, Cock Slapping, Cum Swallowing, Love Making, Marking, Body Worship, Cunnilingus, Face Fucking, Multiple Orgasms, Possessive!Yoongi, Forced Orgasm, Doggy Style, Impreg Kink

A/N: Again the biggest shout outs to my crew @ppersonna​​, @ladyartemesia​​, @xjoonchildx​​ who are constantly rooting for this fic to come out. I love my ladies so much!!!!!!!

There are three things which Yoongi was certain of. One, he was a big star in his field of work. Two, he had a huge cock, one to rival many of the largest names in his industry. Three, he can only find pleasure these days in written word. 

He has seen so many bodies in his career. So many different women and men that he cared very little for the human form. Now, written word where he could just simply envision a woman of his choosing doing what is described in twelve font Ariel Black ink. That is where he finds his pleasure.

He found himself after a long day on set, looking for mental relief. People make fun of his job, but it’s incredibly taxing on one’s spirit. He tried for years and years to be not only the best porn star in his field, but the most talked about. He succeeded after not too long, one utterly embarrassing title called ‘Little Cat, Bowl of Milk’ skyrocketed his success and had people coming back time and time again to his profile on all the major porn sites. He began to realize that success was eating at his bones. He so often found himself not being able to cum as he fucked his co-star half way to Sunday. 

It wasn’t about being the greatest anymore, or having the biggest cock in the industry. It was about actually being able to cum without the prop team having to strap a tube on the underside of his cock and pump out this incredibly realistic looking paste that actually looks like jizz. It was practically degrading. And yet, Yoongi only found himself orgasming through reading. 

It was a random happenstance as he was scrolling online. Just looking at a few different blogs on Tumblr before finding a link in their biography stating 'Masterlist’. Finding himself intrigued he clicked on the link, the girl with the pen name Nevermore had countless series of books. She was great at writing, truly understanding her character’s complexity and portraying it in such a way that had Yoongi constantly on the edge of his seat. But above all, the sex scenes she wrote were so erotic; so completely entrancing that he began to lose himself in her stories. He had never cum harder than before he read the words she so ardently wrote.

Jumping onto his couch, his feet find their place on the arm as his hand rests beneath his head. “I wonder what’s up with Kyla and Bjorn today.” He whispers to himself before sipping his beer. Every day of the week waits with bated breath to be Sunday. Nevermore publishes every Sunday at 8 o'clock and Yoongi never misses it. He will even stop a late filming just to read her new chapter. 

Stopping by her blog fills him with a sense of renewal. He first checks her updated page before anything else. She seemed to have an almost poetic soul within her, as if her fingers poured out earnest sentences with cryptic and riddled meaning. It’s her latest post that catches his attention, first and foremost, before he can even click on the book’s masterlist. He sips his beer as he peruses the post.

Coming Tuesday - Take One. 

Pornstar!Min Yoongi x Reader

Author’s Note: I usually research heavily for smut to make it seem the most realistic as possible. I looked into porn to get a sense of what pornstars go through day to day and came across Min Yoongi. Eajsidicjeisoc HE’S UNBELIEVABLE! So the next book will be a fan fiction based on him. And believe me when I say I’M A FAN.

Beer goes flying out of his mouth. Sitting up quickly, his eyes widened at the text. 

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I am STARVING for Tae and reader with an impreg kink! Please?! 😩

time to give taetae some love,,,

“you’re so cute, baby. i hope our babies turn out just like you.”

“ah, you’d be such an amazing mommy.”

“imagine how many kids we’d have when we get married someday.”

“you’d look so pretty pregnant.”

god, how those comments seemed to always fly right over your innocent head. you never gave them a deeper thought. they always filled your heart with warmth and your tummy with butterflies at the fact that taehyung dreamt of having kids with you.

boy, were you wrong.

—

“fuck—ngh fuck baby,,i’m—taehyung!”

eating you out like a starved man, your fiancé groans into your pussy as he delves in deeper between your legs. legs strewn over his shoulders, struggling not to squeeze around his head, feet curling against the bare skin of his back. your back arches when he slurps obscenely at your wetness, taking your engorged clit into his mouth and sucking forcefully.

he makes you cum twice on his tongue and fingers, bringing you to blinding release until you’re tearing up and weakly pushing his face away. mouth and chin glistening with your cum and essence, he clambers on top of you and takes your mouth in a desperate kiss, his tongue practically fucking your own mouth, sloppily kissing your breath away.

his cock is hard and heavy against you and he’s rutting his hips down against yours, panting into your mouth and he reaches down to line himself up—

“wait, baby,” you pull away with a gasp, eyes fluttering slightly when he rubs the head against your clit. “we have to use a condom, remember. i’m off the pill.”

“baby,” he groans, continuing to grind against you and you’re whimpering at the small tingles beginning to overtake your body once again. “let me fuck you raw.”

you gasp at the crude words, though he’s said much cruder before, but the idea of doing it like this was a bit of a surprise to you. it’s always been either a condom or the pill. taehyung wasn’t one to pull out on time and you never took any chances.

“tae—we can’t,” the last word is a whimper because he’s practically fucking you without actually having his cock inside with the way he’s moving his hips now.

“please please please—“ he’s starting to sound desperate now, pulling away from your neck to stare down at you with crazed eyes. “i need to feel your cunt. wanna cum inside you. wanna—“ he pauses, eyes fluttering shut for his next words as he grinds the head of his cock right against your clit. “god i wanna fucking knock you up, baby.”

“taehyung.” your voice is whinier than usual and you feel a trickle of your slick seeping down to your ass. fuck, where the fuck was this coming from?

“think about it, baby. pumping you full of my cum, giving you my baby. you’d look so good, so gorgeous. please let me. say yes, please—“

you can’t even formulate words at this point and suffice by lifting your hips up and guiding his head into you, and he sinks in with the loudest, longest moan you’ve ever heard from him. it’s like he couldn’t control himself anymore, not after you just gave him permission to do this.

he fucks into you fiercely, with so much desperation and hot, fiery need — a need to fuck a baby into you. his baby.

“fuck. fuckfuckfuck. i can’t believe—“he gasps, his words are choked up with his moans and groans. he’s panting so hard. looking like absolute sin above you, drenched in sweat and hair matted to his skin, looking so fucked out. “can’t believe you’re letting me do this. fuck i love you so much—“

“angh—fuck! hngh,,t-taehyung!” you squeak out when he starts plowing into you, animalistic growls leaving his mouth as he batters your pussy, abusing your insides with his cock.

“take my fat cock. god’m gonna give you a big load of cum. i’ll stuff you so full of it—hngh and you’re gonna keep it—“he grunts, looks down at his creamy cock drilling into you. “keep it in that pretty cunt so you’ll have my baby.”

“i want your baby. taehyung please! fuck please, give it to me.”

“oh fuck,,” he groans. the wet sounds your bodies are making are so loud. the bed knocking into the wall is loud. taehyung growling and grunting like a man in heat is loud. it all builds up to a harmonious crescendo, your moans turning into desperate cries and taehyung pounds you into oblivion, gripping your shaking body to his as you coat his cock with your cum and weep into his sweaty shoulder.

all the while he fucks his fat cock into your abused cunt, praising you with soothing words and encouraging you to take it. to wait just a little more for his cum.

“oh fuck. fuck. fuck i love you so much, baby. god fucking take my cum—ngh, just like that. fuck you’re so full of it. gonna knock you up. give you my baby—“ he moans and moans over and over again, snapping hips harshly a couple more times as you hiccup a few more hoarse moans, laying limp beneath him as he pushes in as deep as he can get. he’s balls deep inside you, and you can feel him twitching as he spurts what feels like endless ropes of cum into your pussy, pressing wet kisses all over your face as he whispers to you how good you were for him.

thirst night✨

Idk if anon is looking specifically for fluff or smut so:

💫 = fic is lowkey changed my life

homecoming (johnny nct)💫 by @caiuscassiuss

new parent syndrome (namjoon bts) by @1kook

the jorts (jungkook bts) by @gukslut

picking petals (jimin bts) and this drabble by @cutechim

hey mama (jaehyun nct) by @sluttyten

family man (johnny nct) by @thotantics (ofc)

baby, baby (if I remember correctly, jimin and tae bts) by @hobiwonder

everything in you (jungkook bts)💫 by @jjungkookislife

oh, baby (johnny nct) by @aquarius-johnny

eating for two (hoseok bts) 💫 by @johobi

four months (tae bts) by @jjungkookislife

keep talking (tae bts) by @kpopfanfictrash

papillon (tae bts) by @readyplayerhobi (I think this is actually fluff)

peanut (i + ii) (tae bts) by @jungxk

in the mood by (jin bts) @kinktae (op took it way back - 1940s au)

babymoon (win-win nct) by @sluttyten

lovely little mess (jin bts) by @guksheart

@untaemedqueen‘s whole masterlist 😭

dalliance *kinda, if you squint* (hoseok bts) by @sugaurora

lover (namjoon bts) by @r-kived

before i go (doyong nct) by @yutaholic

blue (chanyeol exo) by @yeoldontknow

no guidance (jaehyun nct) by @yutaholic

will you let me? (namjoon bts) by @bratkook

heir (mingyu svt) by @smileysuh

unnamed drabble (seonghwa ateez) by @atozfic

honorable mentions (idk what floats your boat so here are two out of this world smut fics that are more domestic ig where oc just had a bb and/or idol is a father):

say my name (chanyeol exo) by @yehet-me-up

we got that good love 💫 (kun wayv/nct) by @sluttyten

rattled 💫 (jungkook bts) by @gukslut

Do you have any fic recs for breeding/pregnancy kink? Any idols really!! I’m pregnant and really love reading these fics

ahhh no i wish i did its one of my faves 😔 if anybody wants to drop anon and i some recs???? we'd appreciate it 🤕

a nascent thing (m)

note: I wrote this on my birthday, tipsy off multiple screwdrivers 🤩🤩🤩🤩 Remember how badly I wanted to write mating press!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lol Anyway enjoy, happy new year’s eve! 💕💕

PAIRING. namjoon/reader GENRE. romance, smut. part of the pups series RATED. M WORD COUNT. 2.7k WARNINGS. pregnancy talk, breeding kink, size kink, mating press!!!!!!!!!!, oral (f receiving), creampie EXCERPT. You pick a movie. Settle into the couch. Then one of you will proposition the other, and the credits will roll to your bouncing, or Namjoon absolutely drilling into your guts. 

Point is: somehow he always ends up inside you.

When Jimin sets up a conversation it’s never in your favour. You should be used to it by now: he’s mean when he wants to be, and that’s all the time. Especially now that you’ve lived up the fantasy he so badly wanted to come true just so he could hold the satisfaction over your head. He’s prideful in a way you won’t smite him for because you’re satisfied too.

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Cabin Fever (M)

Black Panther Hybrid!Jeonggu x Black Panther Hybrid!Reader

Request: Hii! :) Can I request a JK x reader where they’re black panther hybrids and also friends but their owners always try to get them mated(cause think they’re cute and also cause, inner deep, they want “grandchildrens”), so after soooo many attempts, they ending up mating and he gets her pregnant?

Warnings: Breeding Kink, Unprotected Sex, Heat, Cursing, Angst, Fluff, Best Friends to Lovers

The world was filled with fantastical creatures. So many fantastical creatures in fact that there weren’t enough books that could be written about them. You had known a rat hybrid when you were little, she was a scared little thing. Simply terrified of people, but if you would even think of touching her food you would end up with bites all over you. Not saying that you ever tried, and certainly not saying that you had a few bite marks on your calves. Books couldn’t be written on everyone’s behavior, everyone is different. Like everything fantastical, money makes its appearance. Money to buy the best hybrids, the ones that have the best genes or the prettiest ones. The ones that could give the best chance for offspring. You were raised in a hybrid sanctuary, like many others and you were sold to the highest bidder. Black panther hybrids go for big bucks, or so you’ve come to understand. You ended up in California, with an older rich couple that had never had children and wanted company. So Cheryl and Bob Perkins bought you and transported you to their magical mansion with hundreds of acres all for the price of companionship. 

They were really sweet people, they just wanted to give all of their love to their now so-called children. You loved them like parents, you found your best friends through them. It was all pretty perfect. “You’re stepping on my fucking tail.” You tell your best friend as his shadow covers the sun’s rays on your face. There was a chuckle before jumping on you, your lips snarling before rolling your eyes. “Sorry, Princess, don’t want to upset her majesty.” Jeongguk says with a giggle before cuddling up next to you. His head on your shoulder as his golden eyes gaze upon your face. “Why don’t you go bother Jimin? I’m trying to relax.” You purr gently before closing your eyes and pretending like he wasn’t there. “He’s trying to make grandchildren with Lucia.” Yeah, that was something Cheryl and Bob wanted too. They wanted offspring around the house to brighten up their life. “Jimin isn’t going to produce. We all know this.” You whisper before looking at your nails. You sit up, hand under your chin as Jeongguk does the same. Jimin was a crazy party boy, he was as horny as the day is long but he didn’t love Lucia. He certainly wasn’t trying to have children with her. He sneaks out every chance he gets to go see the next door neighbors lion hybrid Melissa. Although, don’t tell Cheryl and Bob that, they’ll have a fucking heart attack. They hate the neighbors. Jeongguk tilts his head before wrinkling his nose at you. “What?” You ask with a giggle copying his actions. “You look cute when you’re thinking.” You smirk at his words before pouncing on him. He growls gently, knowing you’re just playing before rolling you off of the log platform and into the grass. “Asshole!” You scream playfully before bunny kicking him off of you and getting to your feet. “First one back to the house has to hold Cheryl when she finds out Lucia isn’t pregnant!” You scream to Jeongguk making him go wide eyed as you run at full speed towards the house. Your tail flicking happily in the breeze. Jeongguk growls loudly before chasing after you, your laughter ringing throughout the large backyard. Jeongguk grabs your wrist before pulling you harshly, your back landing on the ground with a thud before laughing loudly and running into the house. “SOME CAT YOU ARE!” You groan before flexing your back and jumping to your feet kicking your legs. You land on your feet before snarling as Jeongguk steps into the living room. His muscled body turning to you before bowing at the waist. “Sorry, Princess!” He teases making you roll your eyes before dragging your feet towards the house.

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Verlangen

Model!Jin x Model!Reader

WordCount: 6k

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Impreg Kink, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, DeepThroating, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cream Pie, Hair Pulling, Marking

Brown leather boots slap against the pavement as Seokjin walks down the Germany streets. His white long coat hugs his body tightly as he brings his Iced Americano to his lips. His sunglasses falling down the bridge of nose slightly as he moves out of the way for a pregnant woman to pass. Her belly was large, almost ready to pop and he smirks before turning his head to his manager. 

“Who’s the shoot with? It’s a co-model, right?” His manager looks up at him before nodding. He scrolls through his phone before finding your information. 

“Y/N. You’ve done some shoots with her.” A carnal smile plasters itself onto Jin’s face. 

“Oh, I remember.”

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Snowed In

Best Friend!Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Best Friends To Lovers, Huddle of Warmth, Domestic!AU, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Mega Fluff, Marking, Impregnation Kink, Thigh Slapping, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Possessive!Hoseok, Ab Worship, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Belly Bulge, Multiple Orgasms, Doggy Style, Spanking, Cream Pie

WordCount: 15k

A/N: Okay! MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS! I’m super super lucky to have all of my darlings in one collab with me! Always a shoutout to my loves @ladyartemesia​, @ppersonna​, @xjoonchildx​ and @underthejoon​ for rooting me on always! Shout out to @hobi-gif​ for beta-ing it and literally helping me learn English lmfao. My other loves @snackhobi​ and @yeojaa​ rooted on the idea for this fic and helped me flesh things out and I’m so lucky I’m constantly surrounded by such amazing people!

Seasons for most people inspire and bring delight with every change of color on leaves in high up trees. Yet with you, you always hated all the seasons and everything they stood for. Until you met him. Or let him in anyway.

It sounds corny and ridiculous. It probably is.

People always deemed you cold hearted or uncaring and it was all true. But he brought love to your heart. He made colors brighter. He made the world seem bigger and better than you ever noticed before.

He was always around, even if you didn’t want him to be. You had some friends from childhood that insisted on keeping him around. He was kind and eager with everything that he did. And it annoyed the ever living crap out of you.

But you slowly opened up that iron cage around your heart and let him in. Even if it took him ages for you to let him in, he was determined.

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TW detrans kink

Can it also be Happy Mother’s Day to girls who pretend to be men too? 👉👈 cos as a bi fakeboy who needs both detransed and dykecorrected, I think having a real man get me pregnant would fix me. 😵‍💫

CW: detrans kink

I love the way you think, anon… often, when a woman becomes a mother, it’s the end of a long process of courtship, dating, falling in love, and marriage before we even get to the pregnancy stage. But for cases like you, where you’ve been avoiding the issue for so long, carefully skirting around your body’s natural urges, some more drastic action is needed… putting a baby in you is just the beginning.

When you realize how easily your body accepts a real man’s cock, when you can’t fight off the pleasure you feel, no matter how hard you try to hide it, when you realize how eagerly your own body betrays you, willingly giving up your own womb just for the chance to be fertilized, and when everyone else starts to comment on your growing belly, telling you how pretty, how gorgeous, how radiant you are, it all starts to sink in, and before long, you’ll know it: you denied it for so long, fought against it and centered your entire gender and sexual identity around rejecting it, but in the end… you were made for this.

Sounds like someone needs to play the breeding lottery… do you know what that is?

It’s where we grab you off the street while you’re ovulating, someone holds you down, and a long line of men forms behind you and fucks load after load into you until you’re guaranteed to be knocked up. Then, in nine months, you take a paternity test and inform the lucky winner. His reward? He gets to come back and do it again.

kinda wish I was being raped pregnant right now

I think it would be the most fun to bend you over and tie you up with your ass sticking up, grab you by the hips and pump a load deep inside your cunt, and then plug you with your vibrator as deep as it will go, so that all that sperm has nowhere else to go but to trickle down into your defenseless womb. You’d beg for me to take it out, but the vibrator wringing orgasm after orgasm out of your helpless body, combined with the knowledge that you were currently in the process of being impregnated would be too much for your overwhelmed brain to take, and all you’d be able to muster would be a dribble of pathetic whimpers and moans.

Maybe that’s what you should imagine while you stuff your toy inside you… pushing my cum even deeper inside yourself, raping your own body and knocking yourself up with a man’s sperm.

Oh fuck 😳

I don't think I've mentioned this on my blog before, but the lube I currently have and use is, in fact, cum lube. God. I'm still warming up right now but this almost made me cum just as I'm working myself over my pants. My boxers are going to be ruined when I finally take them off. I can't wait to imagine that it's your cum deep in my cunt as I force myself open around my vibrator.

it drives me crazy that no matter what we want, what position we’re in or who’s doing us we will get pregnant.

Our body doesn’t know or care what we want, it’s just doing what it’s made for.

It’s just not fair, isn’t it? Despite being lesbian, asexual, a straight trans man, or completely uninterested in bearing children, just one single moment of capitulation, one drop of a man’s cum inside you, is all it takes. You don’t even have to want it… because your body does. And it won’t stop until it gets what it wants. Your own womb is plotting against you… and it fights dirty.

You poor, poor thing… it must be so frustrating, especially when you ovulate, when your body reminds you of its purpose, when all these hormonal urges get stronger against your will, when you feel the shame of getting turned on by what should disgust you. But there, in the back of your mind, your most primal instincts are whispering to you, encouraging you to give up the fight, to surrender to your biological imperative, to pass on your genes just the way millions of years worth of evolution conspired to.

And every time you come back here, every time you rub another one out to a humiliating fantasy of being mounted and bred, those urges gain a little more ground. Your judgment starts to erode, bit by bit, your fantasies start to become more vivid, your resolve starts to weaken. Sooner or later, you won’t have the strength to contain it any more. The harder you fight it, the harder you’re going to snap. So why bother? You were born to lose.

Interlude No. 8 | ksy x reader

Interlude No. 8: You're ovulating, and Soonyoung's hand is on your thigh, and if you weren't in this uber, you'd already be stuffed full of his cock.

Warnings: alcohol mention, they’re both a lil tipsy, mention of cum inflation, impreg kink, unprotected piv sex, lowkey irresponsible family planning, babymaking sex, breeding kink, creampie(s), consensual somnophilia

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, wears a dress and heels, can get pregnant

You’re ovulating, and Soonyoung’s hand is on your thigh. 

You can feel it creeping higher and higher, his warm fingers brushing the sensitive skin, shifting closer to your panties with every stop sign and red light. Normally, you’d stop him, but you’re ovulating, and slightly tipsy, and you want him more than anything right now, so his touch is more than welcome. 

It’s also grounding, in a way, though it makes your blood run hot in your veins, makes your heart race, makes you want to climb into his lap and kiss him senseless. Makes you want to sink down on his cock and bounce until he fills you with his cum, until he pumps you with enough to distend your stomach, until he gives you what you’ve been too nervous to ask for. 

You won’t do that to the uber driver though, so until the car rolls up to your apartment complex, you’ll just have to endure Soonyoung’s teasing fingers. It’s not much longer, thankfully, and soon enough, you’re stumbling through the open door and holding your husband’s hand as he attempts to do the same thing. 

You both thank the driver and wave as they pull away before turning and beginning the trek to the elevator, the stretch of sidewalk between you and the building doubling before your very eyes. You can already feel blisters forming on the backs of your ankles from your strappy heels, and you sigh out, “Stop for a second, babe.”

He halts instantly, turning to you in concern before taking the purse you hand him and offering his other arm for you to hold as you lean down and unbuckle your heels. You lose a couple inches as you step out of the shoes, but you don’t mind that, not when it means you can walk without pain. 

Soonyoung holds out your purse and takes your heels in exchange, reaching for your hand with his free one and tugging you along again. You make it to the lobby in no time with how quickly he’s pulling you, and you stifle a giggle as he frantically presses the button for the elevator, muttering, “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.”

The doors open and he ushers you inside, jabbing the button for your floor and waiting just until the doors close to push you into the corner and cover your lips with his. His fingers sink into your hair, angling your head to deepen the kiss before dropping your heels and sliding his hand beneath your dress to grip your ass, pulling your hips into his. You gasp at the feeling of his bulge against you and he takes that as an opportunity to suck your tongue into his mouth, a shaky moan leaving you at the barrage of sensations. 

When the elevator stops on your floor and opens up with a ding, he doesn’t seem ready to stop kissing you, his lips fever hot against yours and his hands possessive. You have to push him away, melting at the pout that graces his handsome face before reminding him, “You can’t fuck me unless we’re in the apartment.” 

That’s enough to get him moving, his body reluctantly parting from yours as he takes hold of your hand and leans down to swipe your heels off the tile. You have to jog to keep up with him, but you don’t mind now that you’re dizzy with desire and the remnants of your tipsiness. 

You dig through your purse for your key as you arrive at the door and he feeds it into the lock, gaining access to your apartment with more ease than you expected considering you’re both still buzzed. You hurry inside, hearing the door slam and lock behind you before you’re being guided over to the couch with two hands on your hips, your purse and heels lost somewhere along the way. 

Instinctively, you bend over the arm of the couch, but Soonyoung’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you back up, his grabby hands yanking at your dress until you can tear it over your head, leaving you in the lingerie set you forgot you wore to surprise him. 

He moans woundedly, stepping around you to sink into the sofa and stare up at you like you’re made of stardust. His hands hover close to your body, as if he doesn’t know whether he can touch or not, and you take them in yours, drag them up to your lace encased breasts. He can’t seem to stop touching you after that, his palms searing as they smooth over your belly, down the fronts of your thighs, up the backs, his fingers slipping beneath your matching underwear to grope at the fat of your ass. 

You’re the one to stop him, leaning down and pushing his legs apart as you press your kiss-swollen lips to his, swallowing his groan and sliding your hand up his thigh to cover his thickening cock. It’s hot under your hand, big, and when you squeeze, it twitches in his slacks, dotting the dark gray fabric with precum. You know how it feels when he’s inside of you, know what it’s like to be filled by him, stretched by him, made complete by him, and you want it desperately. 

But more than that, you want to tell him the secret you’ve been harboring for the past few weeks, the wish that started out small and grew large enough to occupy your mind at any given time. 

“Soonyoung, I have to tell you something,” you break the kiss to whisper, allowing him to tug you into his lap, your legs parted over his waist and your arms draped around his neck. 

“What, baby? Is something wrong?” He asks, panting, his eyes valiantly attempting to stay on yours instead of the rise of your tits when you take in a deep, centering breath. 

“Nothing’s wrong, per se. I just… I really want,” you bite your lips, nervous to tell him this even though you haven’t felt nervous around him since the very beginning of your relationship. 

“What do you want? I’ll give you anything, you know that,” he reassures you, cupping your face and brushing over your cheekbone with a soft thumb. 

“I want to have a baby with you,” you breathe out in a rush, your eyes squeezing closed so you don’t have to see his expression change. “And I’m ovulating, so if we skip the condom, you could literally get me pregnant tonight.”

He doesn’t make a sound, and then all of a sudden, he’s wrapping both arms around your waist and holding you close to his shuddering chest, little sobs sounding in your ear as he buries his face in your neck. 

“Soonyoung?” You ask, sounding as alarmed as you feel. You try to push him away but he’s too strong, whimpering and holding you tighter as his tears leak out onto your throat. 

You fear you’ve broken your husband. There’s nothing to do but rest your chin on his head as he sniffles and weeps, worry invading your mind as you wait for him to patch himself together enough to talk to you. 

Finally, he releases you and pulls away, his face red and wet with tears as he gazes up at you with adoration and wonder. 

“I wanna have a baby with you,” he beams, cupping your face with both hands and pulling you into a kiss, all of his love and tenderness and hope pouring from his lips into yours. 

You know you should talk it out more, discuss logistics and the future and everything that comes with adding to your family, but fuck if you don’t want his dick inside you right this second. 

So you don’t question his words, just shuffle closer to him until you can grind over his cock, feeling the seat of your panties dampen with arousal as they’re pressed against your pussy by his thrusting hips. 

It’s a mockery of what you really want, and you don’t last long before you’re shifting back and fumbling with the button and zipper on his slacks, tugging them and his boxer briefs to rest below his heavy balls as his cock pops up between you. You eye it with hunger, rising up on your knees and tugging your panties to the side before lining it up with your entrance.

“Baby, wait, let me open you up a little first,” Soonyoung pants, his fingers sliding between your thighs and grazing your clit, making you shiver. 

“No, I need you,” you whine, your face crumpling when his other hand flies to your hip and clutches tight, holding you in place. 

“I just don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs soothingly, knocking his cock out of the way so he can dip his fingers inside of you. 

“Can’t you feel how wet I am? It won’t hurt,” you insist, before you decide begging is something you’re willing to do. “Please, I want to feel your cock so bad, I want to feel you cum inside me and I want it to stick, I want you to get me pregnant, Soonyoung.”

You’ve never not used a condom before, and you’re hoping the temptation of fucking you raw is enough to push him over the edge. His face reddens again, his eyes fluttering shut and his cock twitching against your ass. You fight a smile when he swears and takes hold of his dick, pressing it to your entrance and pulling you down just a little, just enough for the head to lock in. 

You feel his fingers part your pussy further, feel them holding you open as he thrusts his hips up, fucking into you slowly to stretch you out. You push down faster than he pulls you, but he doesn’t seem to want you to stop, precious little ah ah ah’s escaping his parted lips as he fills you. 

It’s glorious, the sensation of him bare. The sheer warmth of him, the veins that drag against your walls, the precum you already feel dripping into you. When he bottoms out, you almost wish you didn’t have to move, to lose the feeling of being whole. 

Then he lifts you up and bucks those dancer’s hips into you, and you’re reminded of your original wish. You’ve made him cum before just by cockwarming and clenching around him, but he cums faster when he’s fucking you, and that’s what you really want. You want him to give you every drop, fill you to the brim, fuck it back into you when it starts to leak out. 

You almost don’t even care if you cum too, but Soonyoung obviously does because his fingers travel back to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that have you throbbing within a split second. His hips jackhammer into you, and your nails dig into his fabric covered shoulders as you hold on for dear life. 

You can hear yourself whimpering pitifully but you can’t stop, not when he suddenly starts running his mouth. 

“Gonna give you, fuck, so much fuckin’ cum, baby. All night, I won’t stop. You’ll be fucking pregnant by morning, I swear,” his words tremble with exertion but his tone rings true, and all you can do is shudder out a moan and clench down around him. 

You muddle through the onslaught of pleasure to tell him, “Even if I fall asleep, keep fucking me.” 

“Yeah, baby?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “Still want me to breed you even if you pass out on my dick?” 

The image and his swirling fingers are enough to push you over the edge, your cunt clamping down on him as light fills your vision and every sound but the noise of him fucking into you fades away. 

You can feel him throbbing inside of you, and before you’re even fully on the other side of your orgasm, you’re whining, “Want it, Soonyoung, cum inside me, please, please, please.”

He forces out a swear and slams you down one last time, his dick jerking as his cum pumps into you, a strange warmth growing in your lower belly with every rope of white hot cum that paints your walls. 

You sigh in relief, tipping forward to rest your forehead against his shoulder, pouting when it meets fabric instead of skin. 

“Take your clothes off,” you mumble, your body like lead on top of him. 

He tips you to the side and hisses as he pulls out, taking hold of your fingers and bringing them to your pussy, covering your entrance when he tells you, “Don’t let any leak out.” 

You won’t, both because you don’t want to get the couch cleaned and because you don’t want to waste a drop. You peek an eye open to watch him strip, his toned body slowly being revealed to you with every article of clothing he removes. 

When he’s finally naked, he leans down and reaches behind you, undoing your bra and carefully pushing you to rest on your back as he pulls the straps down your arms. The panties are a bit trickier as you want to keep your fingers in place, but you let go for a single moment and he tugs them down, your hand immediately returning to your pussy to hold his cum inside. 

But he pulls your hand away, and you blink up at him in confusion before feeling his wet, hard dick pressing into you again. He fucks you softly this time, your legs hooked over his arms and his knee bent up on the couch, the other leg straight and bracing him on the floor. 

Your orgasm washes over you like a wave when he leans closer so he can kiss you, his pelvis grinding into your clit and his dick feeling twice as big with you folded like this. It’s not long before he’s filling you, the burst of heat in your stomach a bit more familiar now. He lays against you for a while, staying inside even as his cock softens, his hips pressed tight enough to yours to prevent any cum from escaping. 

You wake to him tugging you up from the couch and off to bed, one arm around your waist and one curved over your stomach, his hand between your legs to stem the flow of cum as you walk. When you get to the bed, he helps you climb up, pushing you to lay on your stomach and lifting your hips enough to nudge a spare pillow beneath them. 

You’re barely lucid as you feel his hands spread your cheeks and his dick slide inside, and before you drop back into sleep, you hear him murmuring, “Gotta, fuck, gotta keep you full. Promised I would.” 

Two weeks later, you find yourself buying pregnancy tests instead of pads.

(Every single one is positive)

AN: "but emily you just wrote a breeding kink fic" ah but that was with joshua and they didn't actually want kids so technically this is different 😌

part eleven: The diligent plan

LISTEN. THIS. FIC. SLAPPED. ME. AND. CALLED. ME. LONELY

i can’t stress it enough😪😪 i really have an impreg kink,,, and this shit was SO GOODD. GOD TIER SHIT RIGHT HERE!!! Tae was so mischievous and just wanted to have a little taehyung around🥺WHEN JUNGKOOK SHOWED UP I HOLLERED😂😂😂 i laughed so hard because that would’ve been so awkward and the fans knew too😂

The Diligent Plan

Taehyung x Girlfriend!Reader

Request:  Can I please request Tae desperately trying to get you pregnant and one of the members doing a livestream and accidentally walking in on the two of you but you’re both so focused on each other (Tae taking full advantage of praise kink) that you don’t notice. Afterwards Tae and the other members are completely unapologetic about it.

WordCount: 6.7k

Genre: Established Relationship!AU, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Impreg Kink, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Multiple Orgasms, Sweet Baby Love Makin’, Voyeurism (Not Really But Jeongguk Just Really Out Here Stayin’ In Rooms While People Fuckin’), Auralism (To two million ARMY)

A/N: I hope you like it!

The screams from the concert erupt through the green room as you look up from your phone. Your boyfriend entering the room soaked with sweat as he dabs at his face with a thick towel. He takes off his in-ear monitor pack before smiling at you. He was breathtaking as usual, his gold contacts making a shiver creep up your spine with a giggle as you carelessly throw your phone to the side. His gold chained suit jacket deftly unbuttoning before running towards the couch and jumping at you. 

“Hi, sugar plum!” Taehyung cheers happily laying his sweaty head on your lap. You smile down at him before bending down and kissing him. “Hi, munchkin.” 

“You’re both disgusting.” Your best friend Jimin chides walking into the green room taking off the many rings on his fingers. You stick your tongue out at him making Taehyung chuckle under you. 

“Did you have fun?” You ask as he breathes harshly, he gives a thumbs up as he closes his eyes exhausted. “We’ll have something to eat and then we’ll head back to the hotel.” Taehyung sticks his thumb up higher as he nuzzles his face into your white shirt. 

“Well, that shirt is ruined.” You tease him as he pulls back quickly, his makeup staining the Gucci shirt he bought you not to long ago. 

“Sorry baby. I’ll get you a new one. Promise.” He sits up with groan as he begins to undress as the stylists come in to collect the clothes. 

“Who’s doing the Vlive when we get back?” Namjoon asks entering the room before kissing you on the forehead and walking towards the other scattered couches of the green room. 

“I’ll do it.” Jeongguk says before ruffling your hair as he passes by. You’re so comfortable with everyone now, people even calling you the eight member of Bangtan by how well you get along with everyone. It hasn’t been long since your relationship went public with Taehyung. He couldn’t hide it anymore, he was going crazy. Four years together was long enough to know you weren’t going anywhere and ARMY should be aware of it. His apology letter was sincere and hand written, ten pages of words he had to share with the people that mean the most to him in this world. Now, of course, most fans were against it but just like the Juul commotion it had quieted down rather quickly to your surprise.  

Taehyung takes off his black t-shirt before sitting down on the couch as the make up artists hand him eye make-up remover. He presses the cotton pads to his eyes as he lurches forward in his seat. 

“What’s today?” He asks out loud, “Thursday.” 

He smiles to himself before cracking his neck. Today was the day. The day you would find out you forgot your birth control in Korea. On accident for you and on purpose for Taehyung. He was diligent in planning on how to make you forget the birth control and the plan went a lot smoother than he thought it would. You kept your birth control on the counter of your bathroom console but every so often Taehyung would throw it in the medicine cabinet or on to the dresser top without a word. You kept telling him two weeks ago that you thought you were going crazy because you knew for a fact that you didn’t move it ever. To which Taehyung playfully joked that Yeontan had moved it in your stead. On the day the tour was going to start, you had to be up early, so early in fact that you would scream, ‘Hey Alexa, shut the fuck up!’ Until minutes before you had to leave the apartment. Taehyung was always up before you, his body clock just raring to go for schedules and in his due diligence he threw your birth control from your sight as you sprung out of bed remembering you had to still pack your carry-on bag. You were a last minute for everything sort of person. And, Taehyung couldn’t help but love to see how frazzled you get over every single little thing because you were such a procrastinator. Something you had gotten really good from when you were little. Taehyung wipes his eyes before looking over at you with a smirk, you look up from your phone tilting your head raising an eyebrow. 

“What?” His stare has your stomach doing flips as butterflies fly around carelessly inside you. “Nothing. I just love you.” 

“Love you too munchkin.” He smirks at the pet name as he takes off his jewelry and throwing it on to the table out in front of him. 

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devoted (m) | jhs

⇢ summary: jung hoseok is infamous for wanting nothing to do with commitment of any kind, at least until he decides he wants to knock you up. (fuckboy au, biker au)

⇢ genre: smut entirely pwp

⇢ word count: 2.31k

⇢ warnings: sexual content (impregnation kink, cum play, dom & sub tones, penetration, dirty talk, sex on a motorcycle, light degradation, creampie)

⇢ note: i’m blaming this on my primarily smut writer friends (who know who they are) for corrupting me as well as the fact that i am too ill to write much better. i am so sorry jksgaf

More than anything, after all these years of pointless hook ups, Jung Hoseok makes you want to light yourself on fire. You mean that in both the absolute best and worst possible way.

Twenty minutes prior, you were in the club. Vodka sloshed through your bloodstream like liquid adrenaline as you rocked your hips back and forth, dizzying lights overhead blurring your vision. The club was just as terrifyingly sweaty and close-knit as the ones you see in movies. People’s bodies crushed against one another in a fit of hormonal liberation, grinding and pulsing on each other in the hopes of bringing someone home for the night.

At the time, you had absolutely no idea where Irene went in the past twenty minutes. Probably scrambling off to fuck someone she met on the cold floor of the club bathroom, leaving you behind to the figurative wolves.

Someone tall gripped at your hips with ferocity, their nails digging into your skin through the tight, thin fabric of your dress. You pushed your ass back into their already half-hard crotch upon instinct alone before the familiar scent of woodsy cologne cut through the alcohol infused air.

“Up for a quick fuck, princess?” Hoseok had asked, his rough voice tickling the shell of your ear.

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