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It was always obvious that your boyfriend was really good with kids. And kids were equally attracted to him as well.

Jeongin loved interacting with the tiny humans, letting them poke his deep dimple, play peek-a-boo with little babies or babysit toddlers. The man was a born father, his paternal instincts were strong and sharp.

You on the other hand were quite the opposite. You didn't hate kids of course, it's just they made you nervous. And their cries kind of annoyed you too as much you tried to hide it.

So what happens when he sees his girlfriend interact with a kid like you were always meant to be a mother?

"Oh god—Innie, I—" your moans tore out right as another slam knocked the air out of your lungs.

Jeongin had you folded in half, in the meanest of a mating press, your knees kissing your chest and him towering over you, rutting his thick cock into you in brutal thrusts.

"Yeah, that's right mama, ye feel me? Huh? Feel me right—there?"

Your nails clawed his shoulders, the stretch of him burning and blissful, every thrust punching sounds out of your throat that weren’t even words anymore. He kept you folded tight, pressing you deeper into the mattress, his hips snapping forward with merciless precision.

“Answer me, baby,” Jeongin growled, his pace not slowing down making you squeal and clench him tighter. “You feel me splitting you open, yeah? Taking it like you were made for me?”

Your head fell back, tears slipping from your lashes as you whined, “Yes—fuck, Innie, yes, I feel you—”

His smirk was dangerous, feral. He shifted just slightly, angling his cock so that every thrust ground against the tender spot deep inside you that made your legs shake violently. The wet slap of skin-on-skin echoed, obscene and loud, mixing with the filthy squelch of your arousal.

You sobbed out his name, clenching around him like your body itself was begging.

His hand slipped down, pressing over your lower belly, right where his cock was pistoning in and out.

“Ah fuck” he whispered, almost reverent, then groaned when you whimpered.

“That’s me, so deep inside you. I’m gonna fill you up until you can’t take it anymore. Gonna make sure it sticks.”

And he continued, drilling and abusing your slutty hole, tearing moan after moan, erratic scream after scream until you flooded around him and his cock throbbed fiercely, a volcanic eruption like release climbing up his spine.

"Fucckkk, oh shiittt," he growled harshly, thick ribbons of his hot cum gathering up inside you, he released so much that the white substance slid out the corners of your swollen cunt.

Your voice cracked in an attempt to word something when he pulled out with a filthy string of cum sticking from your pussy onto his swollen tip.

Both of you were breathless, hot and drenched in sweat.

Jeongin stood on his knees, strands of hair sticking on his damp forehead as he watched you biting his bottom lip, still spread wide, cum dripping out of you and down to the sheets.

A low tsk escaped lips as his calloused hands squeezed your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh, making you whine.

Two slender fingers scooped the sticky mixture, spreading it nastily over your puffy folds then circled your sensitive clit. You squirmed, still recovering from the aftermath but Jeongin had no plans on stopping.

"One more round okay, mama? Just one more f'me?"

He cooed, stroking your cheeks while his cock stood hard and proud against his abs. You tried to close your legs, only for him to yank it open with a smack to your thigh.

"Innie please—m'so full," you squirmed, eyes glassy, face flushed and hair in a tangled mess.

"I know baby, but your pussy is begging for me, see," he said, sliding two fingers into your soaked cunt. You gasped, eyes fluttering shut when he curled them just right making you moan erotically and clench without thinking.

He leaned down, brushing his lips over your heated cheeks, scissoring his digits faster, drenching his fingers with your mixed juices.

His mouth landed on yours as he withdrew his coated fingers, shifting your body as he positioned himself back between your legs. Your moans were muffled and swallowed with his bruising kisses as he pushed back into you again, this time sliding in without much resistance.

His hips moved, balls slapping against your skin, your fingers raking his hair to pull him back to find him fucking feral.

Pupils blown, jaw stiff, beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he drilled his way back into you.

"Gonna make you a mom, kay? Fuck, can't wait"—thrust—slam—"to see you full, swollen and leaking mmfh."

The words pouring out of his mouth was outright dirty, making you think how he looked like a softie in front of others but had an uncontrollable kink behind the closed doors.

“Yeah—mama, taking me so good,” Jeongin grunted, rutting into you with every ounce of desperation in his body. Your walls fluttered around him, wet and swollen from his pace, clinging to him like neither of you both wanted to let go.

His thrusts grew sloppy, hips snapping forward as the filth poured out of his mouth. “Gonna pump you full again—fuck—"

You gasped, body shaking, tears streaking your temples into your hair as the coil in your stomach finally snapped. You screamed his name, clenching so tight around his cock it made him choke out a guttural moan, his body collapsing over yours.

“Take it, take all of it,” he growled through clenched teeth, his hips jerking violently as he spilled into you, hot and thick, flooding you to the brim.

He didn’t stop, not right away, kept grinding his cock into your raw, overstimulated cunt as if he could mold you around his release, make sure it stayed.

By the time he finally stilled, his chest was heaving against yours, his lips brushing your temple. His hand smoothed down to your stomach, pressing over it reverently, still panting.

“We did it, mama. Fuck, I just know I did it. You’re mine. You’re gonna carry my baby.”

And he meant it.

~

A few months later...

The front door swung open, Jeongin finding you sitting on the couch. His face bloomed into the widest smile seeing you, eyes immediately falling to your belly.

He came over and knelt in front of you, his huge hand splaying over the swell, thumb stroking the curve of it with care.

"Hi baby," he whispered, voice soft but trembling with joy. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your bump, then another, before resting his cheek against you. “It’s dada. Can you hear me in there?”

Your heart melted at the sight, his dimples showing as he grinned at your belly like it held the whole universe.

When you threaded your fingers through his hair, he looked up at you, eyes glassy but sparkling. “I told you I’d fill you up, didn’t I?” he teased, dimples deepening as his hand rubbed gently over your bump.

You laughed, swatting at his shoulder. “God, you’re unbelievable.”

He chuckled along with you, pressing another kiss to your bump before coming up to sit next you, his hand never leaving it.

You rested your head against his shoulder, placing your hand on top of his on your belly and you knew, Jeongin was never more himself than he was right now.

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