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✪ 10.2 - Pregnancy - Hansoo x fem!reader

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Summary: Han-soo loves knocking his wife up. It's become his favourite hobby since their wedding night. The more she grows, the extra there is of her to love!

Warnings: Pregnancy kink, breeding kink, creampie, body worship, pregnant sex, housewife kink, praise kink, belly worship, smut(18+), slight degradation, slight sadism, unprotected piv, dom!Han-soo, sub!reader

Word count: 2.6k

You and Han-soo have been married for a little over a year. You were his perfect housewife. Compliant, obedient, gentle, caring. You cooked dinner for both of you. Although, some nights when he wasn't out "working" he would let you rest your feet on the couch, while he prepared dinner. You cleaned the house when he was out doing God knows what dangerous illegal activities. You didn't know. And you didn't want to know.

You knew he was involved with crime, it's how you met, after all. A couple of years ago, you were instructed to tend to the men in the infirmary along with your sister by your parents. Most of them were war veterans. Some were ill. Han-soo caught your eye instantly. He was effortlessly beautiful. The way his hair fell over his hair, the cigarette poised between his pink lips, as the nurse wrapped up a shotgun wound on his arm and he didn't even flinch. He a little older than you. Not much. Only a few years. You approached him when the nurse had left to assist another patient. He watched you the entire time with steady, focused eyes, as he took a drag of his cigarette. You were quiet, timid. Yet still managed to exude a certain allure he couldn't shake. You held out a piece of warm bread, a blush spreading across your cheeks as he carefully accepted your gesture. He asked for your name. You told him. "Y/N." He repeated your name under his breath. Ever since that day, you had fallen more and more in love with each other.

You had welcomed your first child into the world 9 months ago. A baby boy. And already you were carrying your second, 5 months along. Han-soo was all over you during your first pregnancy. He was fascinated by the way your body changed and developed throughout pregnancy. He loved it.

"Look at you. So round and heavy. All because I came inside you months ago." Han-soo had growled in your ear one time or another, his hands groping every inch of skin from your taut belly to your soft, tender breasts.

He was ecstatic when you announced you were pregnant with his baby yet again. He wasn't exactly surprised. It was intentional. Strategic. Nothing got him harder than your pregnant body. The way your body had softened, becoming more feminine. The way your plush flesh felt against his hands. The sight of you moving slower, constantly out of breath from the weight of his baby. Even the sound of your soft, innocent, whiny complaints about your back, or how full you felt, how big you felt, how tender your breasts were or how tired you were just from relocating from the kitchen into the living room. It gave him such a power trip, and he wasn't afraid to admit it.

You were plump because of him. Soft because of him. Round because of him. Full because of him. Uncomfortable in your body because of him. He knew it was a little twisted to get so turned on at the prospect-- at the reality of being the sole source of your discomfort, but he didn't even care. You were his wife. You were his.

Right now, you were preparing dinner, keeping a soft, manicured hand steady on your lower back as you let out a small huff from the weight pulling at your belly. Your son was in his bedroom asleep-- for now. The moment of peace gave you a chance to start working on dinner for Han-soo coming home.

You had spent the day taking care of your son and keeping the house somewhat tidy. A few baby toys were scattered on the floor of the living room. You didn't have the energy to squat down and pick them up. You'd most likely get Han-soo to pick them up for you.

Han-soo wasn't all that fussed on whether or not the house was tidy, so long as it wasn't dirty or too cluttered. Especially given your condition, he went easier on you, advising you not to push yourself too hard. The only time he was "angry" if the house wasn't spotless, is when he had a rough day of "work" and needed to blow off some steam. He would come home, the scent of cigarettes and occasionally blood clinging to him. He would yell at you, questioning why the house wasn't clean, then he'd proceed to resolve his rage in the bedroom. You had gotten used to it. Even enjoying it. How rough he was when he took his anger out on your weeping cunt.

The first time he done it, you were scared. He had never gotten angry at like that before. But thankfully, Han-soo performed plenty of aftercare when he was done using you as an outlet for his anger.

You were in the kitchen, preparing dinner for Han-soo's arrival, as your son was asleep in the other room for his naptime. Your hand was settled on your lower back, supporting the weight pulling at your belly, as you stirred the rice in the pot on the stove.

Just a couple moments later, your head whirled around to the sound of the door unlatching, signalling your husband was back. You smiled immediately and watched him walk through the short hallway into the kitchen. He stopped almost instantly in his tracks at the sight of you, the aroma of vegetables, meat and rice hitting his nostrils as soon as he stepped through the door. "How was your day?" You ask, with a little smile, as you move the hand on your back to now rest on your protruding belly.

Han-soo visibly swallowed, before stalking towards you with a slow, wolffish grin appearing on his lips.

“It was fine. I missed you, though.” He casually snakes his arms around your waist from behind to rest on your belly, gently rubbing it. “Is Joon down for his nap?”

You nod and hum. “Yeah, he fell asleep half an hour ago.” You wince a little from a short pain in your belly as you feel your baby kick. You grin. “Han-soo! Did you feel that?” You ask, turning your head excitedly. Han-soo chuckled and nodded.

“I felt it, baby.” He kisses your cheek. “Does it hurt?” He asks, gently rubbing the spot on your belly where the baby kicked.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Eh. Not really. It feels strange. Sometimes a little sore, depending on how hard they kick.” You bite your lip, as you look down at your belly. “I think it’s a girl.”

“What makes you say that?” Han-soo asked, his chin resting on your shoulder, as he peered down at your swollen tummy.

“When I was pregnant with Joon, he was ruthless. Kicking me constantly so I was squirming and writhering in pain. This baby is more gentle.” You smile, tracing the outline of your bump with your palm.

Han-soo hummed, continuing to rub and massage your belly. It was becoming too much for him to handle. The sight of you— hovering over the stove with your big baby belly, lips slightly parted from being out of breath from the weight of your child.

Han-soo reached over to turn off the stove and before you could protest or question his antics, he was already turning you around in his arms to face him, as he began attacking your neck with kisses, earning soft giggles from you.

“Han-soo… I need to make dinner.” You say, hands gently palming his shoulders but he didn’t budge.

“Dinner can wait.” He growled from his chest, holding your waist as he peppered kisses on your neck, pausing every so often to suck at sensitive spots he grew familiar to, eliciting sweet moans from your parted lips.

“Han-soo…” You breathe out, eyes fluttering gently in content as he delicately kisses you.

“Shh..” His hands are strategically, slowly caressing every part of your body, from your hips to your belly to palming your breasts through your apron. Every touch felt electric, every kiss burned your skin. He knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what you needed and how to give it to you. Han-soo was amicable to your body.

You weren’t even granted a second to think before Han-soo had taken ahold of your wrist and was now pulling you to the direction of your shared bedroom.

The door gently latched behind you once you were inside your bed chamber and his hand were all over you yet again, reaching around you to untie your apron, letting it fall to the floor between you, before he gently kicked it away. “God, look at you… full to the brim with my baby. You look beautiful.” He growled, as his hand found the side of your neck, his lips trailing from your jaw to your lips.

Softly, you moaned, as you felt his other hand caress the side of your belly. Slowly, he sank to his knees, locking his eyes with yours, as he tugged the hem of your dress and leisurely pulled the fabric up to reveal more and more of your skin, until the skirt of your dress was bunched up to your hips.

He closed his eyes to place one kiss on the front of your panties and another kiss on the exposed skin your baby belly. When he opened his eyes, they were filled with love and adoration as he gazed up at you. “M so proud of you, sweetheart.” He whispered and you blushed. He tugged on your dress, pulling it up further until he was heaving it over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties. Your breasts were almost spilling out of your bra from how big they had grown during your pregnancy. Han-soo’s eyes sparkled at the sight, as he reached out to cup one, eliciting a soft sigh from you. “Fucking beautiful..” he murmured, kissing your cheek, as he leads you over to the bed, gently pushing you to lie down, your legs dangling over the edge.

Han-soo hooks his fingers onto the waistband of your panties, pulling them down over your legs. “Such a pretty little mommy… you like when I knock you up, hmm? Fill you up nice and big with my seed.. you like that I made you a mommy.” Han-soo rambles as he peppers kissing along your inner thighs. “Spread your legs for me, baby.” He encourages and you oblige, opening your legs for him further. “Such a good girl listening to her husband. Letting me fill you up whenever I want.” He grunts as he unzips his pants, pulling them down and kicked them away. He stood tall to take off his shirt, adding it to the pile of clothing, as his eyes raked over your vulnerable form. “Fuck…” he drew out, his cock twitching. “I could keep you like this forever. Naked, pregnant, lying spread out like this for me all the time.” He placed a hand on your belly. “Your edges grow softer— more feminine when your pregnant. You’re all pillowy. You look like a goddess.” His voice grew rough with each word that spilled from his lips.

You whimper at his words, feeling your arousal pool in your abdomen. “Please, Han-soo… I need you… I need your cock..” you desperately whine, placing your hands on your belly in a way you know drives him crazy. “Fill me..” you bat your eyelashes, earning a groan.

“Fuck, baby… as soon as this one’s born I’m gonna knock you up all over again, keep you barefoot and pregnant for me. Who do you belong to?” He wrapped his hand around your throat, not enough pressure to cut off air, just gently squeezing.

“You.” You breathe out, watching the dangerous smirk curl on his lips.

“That’s my girl.” He navigated his cock to your entrance and thrusted into you mercilessly, prompting you to gasp at his size. “Fucking whore for me. I can knock you up whenever I want and you would just take it, wouldn’t you, baby?” He cooed in your ear, his voice dripping with condescension, making you whine and nod pathetically. “Yeah… such a good little wife, taking her husbands cock and growing nice and round with his cum.” His hand rubs circles on your belly causing you to whimper and moan for him, as he began to pump in and out of you, milking sweet moans from your softly parted lips.

His hands groped every inch of you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he thrusted in and out of you, setting a steady rhythm at a quick pace.

He inched closer to your face, as much as your belly would allow without hurting you. His parted lips pressed against your cheek, his hot breath fanning your face, as he snaked a hand from your belly to your neck. “Who owns you?” He whispered against your skin. Your eyes fell closed, and a small whimper escaped your lips.

“You, Han-soo.” You whispered, and he growled, squeezing your neck a little tighter, causing you to gasp.

“Again. Who fucking owns you?” His voice was rougher, more demanding, making you squirm.

“You.” You mewl meekly. “I belong to you. No one else. You own every inch of me.” You angle your head slightly to face him, and he connects his lips with yours hungrily, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more desperate.

“That’s it… that’s my good girl.” He grunts against you, his hips slamming against yours faster, mercilessly. Palming your breast through your bra, as you moan into his mouth when he reconnects his lips to yours. “Look at your belly…” He grips your chin and your eyes dart down the swell of your stomach. “That’s all me, baby girl…” he grins, his hand tracing your stomach between your bodies, gently rubbing it as he pulls back. “You look fucking perfect like this.” His hair falls in front of your face, his eyes glued to your stomach, housing your child. He bends down to kiss your belly, cherishing the taut skin, as you sweetly moan and whine.

He rested his cheek against your bump, his eyes fluttering closed as he sloppily thrusts into you, his hands navigating to rest on your hips. Your hands nestle in his dark locks of hair, your neck arching slightly as you feel you orgasm getting closer.

“Han-soo-” You gasp his name, as his thumb connects with your clit, rubbing gentle circles, while his chin rests on your belly, watching your face contort with pleasure and your mouth open, eyes tightly shut, as you cry out, your orgasm intently crashing down on you.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, sweetheart.” He growls, as his thrusts become more desperate for his own release, until finally his hips stutter and he rolls his head back, shutting his eyes in anguish as he fills your cunt with his hot cum, coating your walls.

After a few moments pass, Han-soo lazily kissing you, he stands up, disappearing into the bathroom with a warm wet towel to clean you up. His touch is tender, careful. He cleans up your inner thighs and pussy, leaving gentle kisses on your sensitive parts. When he’s done cleaning you, he returns the towel to the bathroom.

He steps into the bedroom, smiling at the sight of you fucked out, resting a hand on the side of your belly. You’re further up the bed now, head resting on the pillows. Han-soo climbs in beside you, his fingers immediately interlocking with yours, settling on your stomach.

You turn your head to look at him with a sheepish smile. “I’m so lucky to have you as my wife..” He whispers, pecking your lips intimately.

“I’m lucky to be your wife.” You grin, a small giggle escaping your lips.

You lie like this for a while, holding each other, exchanging lazy kisses every so often, until your baby boy cries from the other room. “I’ll get him.” Han-so reassures you, kissing your cheek before climbing off the bed and pulling his pants back up.

Han-soo x kidnapped!fem!reader

18+ content ahead ! || dubcon (consensual but power-imbalanced), slapping (face/thighs/ass), hair pulling, rough manhandling, spitting, choking, facefucking, creampie, orgasm denial, overstimulation, humiliation, degradation, filthy language, power dynamics, punishment sex, no aftercare

You’d been missing for three days.

That’s what the guards outside whispered. You caught it through the cracked window, just barely, in between your pacing and cursing and the click of your polished heel stomping into the wooden floor like it owed you something. The whole room smelled like damp concrete and cigarettes, and your arms were sore from trying to pry the rusted door open with a metal chair leg.

They hadn’t tied you up. That was the funny part. Not even a rope.

You weren’t dangerous to them. Not yet.

But he was watching. Always watching. You could feel it through the thin walls—his eyes, his judgment, his simmering patience wearing down to ash.

And you liked testing limits.

When the door creaked open on the fourth day, you didn’t run. You didn’t cry or scream. You sat on the edge of the makeshift cot they left you and stared up at him with all the venom you had left.

Kang Han-soo. Callused hands. Stained knuckles. Eyes like dry earth, no warmth, no promise.

“Miss me?” you drawled, all teeth, your ankle crossing over your knee like you were in a fucking café and not in a rundown safehouse halfway to hell. “Or did Daddy offer you enough to slit my throat?”

He didn’t blink. He stepped inside slowly, like you were prey. Or a problem.

“Didn’t know little rich girls could talk so much with no one listening.”

“Oh, I don’t talk for people like you. I talk because I can.” You smiled, sharp. “Does that bother you, mister?” Your voice dripping with sarcasm

His jaw ticked.

Bingo.

You let the silence drag, savoring the tension crackling in the air like summer thunder.

He closed the door behind him with a click. You didn’t flinch.

"You think this is a fucking joke?" he asked, voice low, scraping like gravel.

"I think you're stalling," you said sweetly, eyes flicking over his frame. “If you were going to kill me, you would’ve done it by now. Unless…”

You leaned forward.

“Unless you don’t want to.”

Something dark flickered across his face. That pause. That inhale.

And then he was in front of you.

You didn’t see him move. Just felt the burn of his fingers knotting into your hair, yanking your head back so your throat arched open, exposed.

“You don’t get to make assumptions about what I want,” he muttered.

“Why not?” you breathed, defiant even as your scalp screamed. “Worried I’ll be right?”

“You’re not.”

“Then fuck me quiet.”

It was a dare.

And Han-soo? He didn’t walk away from dares.

Your back hit the cot hard enough to bounce. He was on you instantly, heavy, brutal, pressing your wrists into the cot as he straddled your hips with a sneer that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You talk like you know what you’re doing,” he growled, “but you don’t.”

You laughed in his face. “You gonna teach me, big man?”

His hand cracked across your cheek, fast and sharp. The sting bloomed under your skin like fire—and your cunt clenched.

He saw it. That flicker of your thighs twitching. The way your breath hitched—not in fear, but arousal.

“Oh. You’re that kind of brat.”

He spat on your mouth. You gasped, shocked—and he shoved two fingers in before you could spit it out, forcing your jaw open.

“Suck.”

You gagged but obeyed, lips wrapping around his thick fingers as he pressed them deep. He curled them, dragging over your tongue with punishing pressure, and your eyes watered.

“Not so loud now, are you?” he taunted.

You glared at him, choking around his knuckles, saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth. He pulled back with a wet pop, then slapped your cheek again—just to hear the sound.

“You’re disgusting,” you whispered, breathless.

He smiled like the devil.

“You begged for it.”

The next part was chaos—clothes ripped off, thrown, buttons popping off your blouse, his knee wedging between your thighs as he forced your legs open wide. You fought, clawed, shoved at his chest—and it only made him harder.

“You want me to hurt you?” he hissed against your neck, biting hard.

“Fuck you,” you gasped, squirming.

“No, sweetheart.” He shoved your panties aside and slapped your bare pussy, making you jolt. “I’m fucking you.”

Then he was inside.

No prep. No sweetness. Just brute, angry, punishing thrusts that made your whole body jolt. The cot creaked beneath you, frame slamming into the wall as he fucked you deep and mean.

You sobbed out a moan—shameful, broken. “F-fuck—!”

He laughed against your throat. “Thought you wanted me to stop talking. Look at you now.”

You bit his shoulder hard enough to bruise.

He slammed into you harder.

The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room, your cries swallowed by the mattress as he flipped you over like a ragdoll and fucked you from behind.

His hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you back into an arch. His other hand spanked your ass until it burned, until your thighs trembled and tears blurred your vision.

“Still think you’re in charge?” he growled in your ear.

You tried to nod. He slapped your face.

“Answer me.”

“No—! No, fuck—please—”

“That’s better.”

He reached around and rubbed your clit with rough fingers, fast, sloppy. You moaned so loud you startled yourself.

“You’re gonna cum like a bitch in heat, aren’t you?” he sneered. “All that mouth, and now you’re drooling on the sheets for me.”

You hated him.

You came anyway.

He didn’t stop.

Even when your thighs shook, even when you whimpered, even when you clawed at the bed and begged him to stop—he kept going. Fingering you through your overstimulation, slapping your clit just to hear you sob.

Your pussy was soaked, raw, stretched from his thick cock, fluttering around him in broken waves. You couldn’t think straight. Could barely speak.

“That’s what you get,” he said, biting your shoulder. “Smart little brat with a silver spoon and a rotten cunt.”

He pulled out only to flip you again, straddling your chest this time.

“Open.”

You did.

He fucked your throat like he hated you—like he needed to ruin every inch of your body just to remind you that he could.

Spit and pre-cum dripped down your chin. He didn’t let up until your eyes rolled, until you were gagging hard and trembling, until your hands clutched at his thighs just to breathe.

He pulled out just before you passed out—and came all over your face.

White, hot, messy. Dripping into your open mouth.

“Swallow.”

You did.

“Good girl.”

It wasn’t praise.

It was possession.

You laid there, wrecked, lips swollen, pussy leaking, thighs shaking. His cum drying on your cheek. Your mascara smeared halfway to hell.

He adjusted his pants, slow, calm again. Wiped his hand with a cloth and tossed it aside.

“Maybe next time you’ll think before you speak.”

He turned to leave.

You coughed, voice hoarse. “You think this’ll scare me?”

Han-soo paused at the door. Looked over his shoulder, deadpan.

“No.”

He smirked.

“I think you’ll beg for more.”

here take it, damn

hansoos fingers tasted like pennies and ass we all know he doesnt wash his hands

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