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jiniretracha · 9 months ago

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ꕤ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟒 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟒 ꕤ

Kim Taehyung x fem!reader: pregnancy kink

summary: Tae never understood why men who got their girlfriend's pregnant, all of a sudden, turned into total simps for them. He just didn't understand what changed. Until he got you pregnant...

warnings: smut, tae being weird but we luv him <3, fingering

word count: 1.5k

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Kim Taehyung never knew why men that had their girlfriend’s pregnant, all of a sudden, turned desperate for them. He didn’t understand what was the factor that made them turn into total simps. He really didn’t get it at all. He understood pregnancy was a beautiful step to be taken in a relationship, sure, but what changed?

Tae had some near experiences like when Nam and his girlfriend announced they were expecting a baby. Their leader had told them how his girl suddenly had this glow around her, that she was even more beautiful than ever.

But Tae never saw it.

Sure, Namjoon’s girl was really pretty, but he didn’t recognize any change in her, at all. She looked just the same to him.

Until it happened to him.

He met you a couple of years ago through Seokjin. You were a friend of Jin’s cousins, and Tae was invited to a party his hyung had made, and you were there, and he couldn’t help but fall in love with you instantly.

You started dating each other a couple of months later after a few dates and there you were. Two years into the relationship and you were three months pregnant with his child.

Your baby bump wasn’t really there yet, but as he had memorized every single part of your body, whenever his hand would trace your stomach, he’d sense a little hill there. And it was adorable.

He could see now why people would say there was this pregnancy glow shit.

It was real.

You were glowing, and he couldn’t think of anything hotter than thinking that you were pregnant with his baby. He got you pregnant.

Now, there you were.

You were in the kitchen, making yourself a snack out of strawberry and apple pieces mixed with some chocolate syrup. Something you started doing out of the famous cravings you started having.

But he couldn’t focus on anything rather than how good you looked with your short crop top that showed off your little baby bump. How you were licking your fingers with chocolate syrup. And how the fact that you were pregnant with his baby while doing all of that made everything ten times hotter.

He approached you lazily and walked behind you. Tae wrapped his arms around you and pressed his nose against your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Hey, bub” you cooed. “You want some?”

“Yeah…” he whispered, and started rubbing his nose against the skin of your neck. His lips kissed the curve of it, his teeth leaving slight bites on its wake.

You left the knife on the counter, afraid that you would cut yourself by accident by your boyfriend’s ministrations.

You bit your lip and sighed, “Tae…”

“What?”

“What are you doing?” you asked him, giggling, arching an eyebrow curiously with a smirk.

He chuckled and his hands came to touch your stomach. “You just look so beautiful carrying our baby, I just felt the need to show you how” he whispered.

You chuckled back and turned around in his arms, curling your arms around his neck. “Then, show me…”

Soon enough, you found yourself on your shared bed, both of you naked while his length was buried deep inside you.

You laid on your back, while his hands were placed one on your waist, and the other right above the bump on your stomach.

“Fuck, I hope our baby doesn’t remember any of this because I’m gonna be fucking you any chance I get” he moaned, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, applying more pressure as he hit the sweet spot inside of you, making you throw your head back in pleasure.

And man, did he truly keep his promise.

It happened everywhere you went.

He got horny over your pregnancy state anywhere you went, it was getting out of control.

One time, you two went to buy some underwear for you because your hips started getting bigger along with your breasts and you needed new pairs. You grabbed a few and went to the changing room, with Tae trailing behind you, but you decided it was for the better for him to stay outside.

You tried a certain bra and sighed, opening the curtain slightly and looking at your boyfriend.

“Babe, can you help me, please?” you asked him.

He immediately walked inside the changing room and his eyes visibly widened when he saw you in a full purple set, his mouth watering at how good your body looked in it.

“I think this makes me look fat” you rolled your eyes, brushing your hair over your shoulder. “I’m not getting pregnant ever again, gosh” you sighed.

Tae grabbed your face and kissed the breath out of you, making you gasp and clutch at his arms in surprise. He pulled away with a loud pop and brushed his nose against yours.

“No, baby” he shook his head. “We’re keeping you pregnant forever” he said, making you laugh.

“Yeah, next time you carry this baby” you scolded him.

“But you look so sexy with that bump, you have no idea” he said, and you could see he truly meant it, due to the lust that his eyes carried. His hands brushed over your stomach and then to the underwear you were wearing, brushing his fingers over your core.

You got wet in an instant, and gasped, nails digging into the skin of his arms. “Tae… what if someone sees or hears?” you whispered and then let out a gasp again when you felt his fingers brush over your sensitive clit, making you press your head against the wall of the changing room.

His fingers probed against your entrance and he chuckled against your lips. “Believe me, if someone sees me finger fucking my super hot pregnant wife, they’re probably gonna congratulate me. You don’t even know how fucking beautiful you look right now in this purple set” he whispered against your neck and then licked a stripe with his wet tongue, the feeling making your knees buckle. If it wasn’t for Tae’s hands holding you in place, you would’ve, for sure, fallen to the ground.

On that occasion, he made you come two times inside that dressing room and ended up buying two purple sets. One to actually use and the other for when you got home, so he could rip it off your body the instant you hit the bedroom.

In front of the band members, he obviously didn’t do anything dirty, but he just couldn’t help it that his thoughts ran wild.

He’d see you talking with Namjoon’s girl and laughing with Hobi about whatever you three were talking about, and his heart would swell in his chest.

Taehyung couldn’t believe his luck. Seeing you pregnant with his child, laughing along with his friends, something so mundane, somehow made him feel like the luckiest man in the world.

His thoughts were cut short when he saw you pop a piece of fruit in your mouth and his eyes fixated on the juice from said fruit running over your lips. Your finger came to lick the remains off and said fingers came to brush over your pregnant stomach, a habit that you started developing since you found out you were expecting.

Tae bit his lip, his eyes only focused on you while Yoongi was talking about something that was pointless and irrelevant to him at this point, and his hyung could feel that he wasn’t paying attention to him in the slightest. Yoongi turned his head and understood that Tae had that dumb look on his face because he was focused on you. Typical, he thought.

He cleared his throat, which caught Taehyung’s attention, who turned his head to look at him. “Hey, I get that ever since Y/N found out she was pregnant with your baby, you just can’t seem to stop drooling whenever she’s around, but if you’re gonna pop a boner, do it away from me, man” Yoongi scolded him with disgust in his tone, mirrored in his face.

Tae laughed and pushed his shoulder, standing up from his seat.

He walked towards you and his heart did a backflip when your eyes met his and instantly smiled.

“Hey, honey” you flashed a toothy grin at him.

Taehyung smiled at you and offered him your hand. You took it, giving him a curious look.

“Where are we going?” you asked him, as you two exited the room and walked towards the elevator.

“To our room”

You frowned. “Did you get hard again over my pregnant stomach, Tae?” you asked him and then looked down at the front of his pants. Yep, he was indeed hard. “Oh my God, Tae, did someone see?”

Tae didn’t say anything.

“Shit, who saw you?” you asked him and he laughed.

“Yoongi”

“Oh no, he’s not gonna let that go, you know that right?” you asked him as the doors of the elevator closed in front of you.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you close. “It doesn’t matter. All I care right now is making you come at least three times on my dick and then getting some kimchi for dinner” he smiled feigning innocence as he arched his eyebrows a couple of times.

You smirked and curled your arms around his neck. “Sounds like a plan”

“It’s date…”

── .✦

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syabts7 · 2 months ago

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My Shadow

summary: You have a secret admirer who stalks you from afar and visits you on nights when you are always asleep. Tonight, though, things are changing… Are you ready to face the new circumstances? What would you do if that unknown man visits you again and you are wide awake?

જ⁀➴genre/au: Taehyung x reader [she/her, female anatomy}, smut, 18+, explicit content, stalking, obsession, knifeplay, Non/Dub-Con.

જ⁀➴ Word Count: 2.728k

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[Inspired by the book Haunting Adeline]

Unknown: You are beautiful when you are sleeping, little shadow.

You stare at the text for more than ten minutes, not able to move your fingers and give a response. And frankly, what can you possibly do in this situation? Calling the police was once a consideration, but when the officers pulled over to your house to check for any trace of your secret admirer, they found nothing. And before you knew it, the case was closed.

Apparently, you have a stalker. A man you never saw, but each day you wake up to find presents on your dressing table. Either flowers or photos taken during your daily routine, or even pictures of yourself standing naked in your bedroom before taking a shower. You have changed the locks on your house numerous times and even installed cameras in every corner of every room. However, he always had a way to enter your property and avoid the cameras. He was determined to show you that you were helpless and the fucker was succeeding so far.

However, you were tenacious. You loved this house so much that you didn’t want to abandon it just because someone decided to invade your privacy. Or maybe you were stubborn enough that you wanted to show your admirer (from whenever he is watching you) that you were completely unfazed about his alarming behavior. If someone must back away, it was the creep, not you.

You suck the bottom of your lip by the front of your teeth and finally you start to type something in the screen of your phone. You reread it one last time before pressing send.

Y/N: Quite the gentleman, aren’t you? Protecting me at night from any intruder is really a dream come true for every woman. Do your gentlemanly manners also count if I tell you to fuck off?

It’s the first time you text him back, and you can’t lie, but notice your heart hammering against your rib cage. It doesn’t take one minute, and your stalker has already read it. Three dots appear on your phone screen. The next, a text appears forcing you to suck a breath.

Unknown: I’m far from a gentleman, little shadow. I think we both know that. And I won’t stop haunting you until you come to me willingly.

Y/N: Don’t be delusional. Only someone who is completely mad would approach you, let alone be with you.

“No wonder you keep your identity hidden, you fucking creep.” You muttered under your breath, thinking about how his face looked. You shivered at the idea that this man could possibly be some creepy old man who hadn’t gotten laid in ages. At least if he were attractive, it could make your situation less hideous. It's scary how the privilege of being perceived as pretty sometimes works.

Your phone once again chimes.

Unknown: Don’t say things you will soon regret, little shadow. And one last thing… Don’t call your soon-to-be-boyfriend a creep; find a better pet name like I did for you.

Once you finished reading the text, a sound of footsteps was heard from upstairs. He was all the time here, in your house. You froze, completely terrified, and held your breath to make sure that your stalker wasn’t descending the stairs. But the house had fallen into an utter dead silence. You waited for another five minutes just to make sure, and then jumped from the sofa in the living room and ran straight to the kitchen. Taking from the drawer one kitchen knife, you managed to control your frantic panting and marched towards the stairs that led to the second floor.

Much to your luck, there was no one there. You checked every room, only to find nothing. It was you and your exhilarating heartbeat.

He is here.

Your ears perk up at the sound of his footfalls approaching, and your eyes squeezed even tighter. You’re pretending to have fallen asleep, your hand gripping the knife that you've pushed under your pillow.

After the morning incident with your stalker, you were agitated all the time. It was the first time he made his presence known in such early hours, as he always talked to you via messages. And the moments when he was visiting you, you were always asleep. Today, though, he became bolder, and that scared you. That’s why you promised yourself that tonight, you wouldn’t fall asleep. You promised yourself that if that man touches you, you will fight… Even if the idea seems impossible.

The floorboards creaked beneath the man’s feet. His shadow moves past your closed eyelids, and your limbs struggle to slacken off. The fear has won you over to the idea of him touching you or, worse, harming you. Truthfully, you had a weapon at your defense, but what if he had one of his own? In the end, you regret that foolish plan of yours.

A gentle tug it only takes for the thin blanket to expose your body to him. The blanket falls to your ankles, now feeling the breeze that comes from the open window of your bedroom. You are wearing a silky long nightgown, though feeling his heated gaze admiring you, it makes you feel like you are wearing nothing.

A deep grunt rumbles from his chest, yet his hands never come your way. He doesn’t reach out for your dress or push it up to your navel to force his way on you. Nothing happens, except his heavy breathing illuminating the dark room.

Unfortunately, you spoke too soon.

The bed shifts underneath you, and then his hips straddle your own. Something hard presses against your rear, and not waiting for another moment, you bare your teeth as you expose the knife from its hideaway. Maneuvering your body towards him, you aim for his neck, only for long, thick fingers to slip around your wrist. They stop you midair, and a gasp leaves your parted lips at the sight in front of you.

Where you imagined an old, creepy man to haunt you down, here the man was to prove you otherwise. Black curly hair and deep brown eyes were the first things you noticed. Then your eyes gazed at his sharp jaw, full lips, and a symmetric face, evoking you to forget in what position he had you in or in what position he was that made you alert in the first place.

A smirk stretched across his lips, exposing his white teeth. “You got me a gift, little shadow?”

If his lethal good looks weren’t enough to make you ashamed of yourself, his voice was. It was enchanting and deep. It swirled between the two of you that a shiver skated down your spine until it settled in your core. If he wasn’t your goddamn stalker, you would beg him to talk to you all day.

Your eyes snap at his strong hold around your wrist. The knife trembles in your weak grip, and you wish that you weren’t so stubborn. Really, what made you believe that you could win someone twice your size? If that man has a way to invade your property, that means he also knows how to defend himself.

You have fallen precisely where he wanted… To his trap.

However, your tongue runs faster than your mind. “It’s a shame that I didn’t have the chance to slit your throat with it. Now its value is gone.”

He chuckles like what you said was a humorous joke. But it wasn’t. What you proclaimed was only a threat without any lie. Despite his handsomeness, you still wish he was now dead. At least this is what you are trying to convince yourself.

“Is it?” He mused, his fingertips turning white as to how tightly he held you. A cry fell out of your mouth, and the knife was released from your grasp. It fell on the mattress, and the next thing you knew was him now having it in his hands. The acidic blade shone underneath the moonlight that spilled into the room, and soon your mouth ran dry. You didn’t like the way his eyes examined you, let alone the weapon that was now pointing at your face. “I think it would be quite useful.”

Plenty of remarks and sarcastic phrases rang your mind, yet when your lips parted to sing them out, you stammered the opposite words. “P-p-please don’t kill me.”

Mischief glinted in his eyes, and he smiled with no mirth. His free hand grazed your cheekbone, and your chest inflated and deflated in frantic breaths. Goosebumps arose on your skin when you felt his hips adjusting from above you, hating how your body acted differently than your mindset.

“If my motives were to murder you, I would have already done it.”

“…T-then why are you here?”

In a flash of movement, the hand that caressed your cheek so lovingly now pinched your cheeks between his palm. He forced your face to the side as his lips brushed against your ear. “You think I have drawn any sanity line just to kill you? I’m at your mercy, little shadow, and it disappoints me how you can’t see it.” The man whispers, and you sense the metal of the knife brushing against your collarbone. Your body sinks even further into the mattress when you hear his next words. “I will never lay a single finger on you, Y/N, but I would to any man who dares to approach you, speak to you, or even set his eyes on you. You are mine, and I won’t hesitate to prove it to them. With or without the force of violence.”

He is there, his body heat radiating through you. The way he stands so close to you, your nostrils are filled with his expensive cologne, making you dizzy. Your bloodstream gathers in your pale cheeks, and the hate for yourself only grows with each passing second. Where you shouldn’t shudder at his alarming words, here you are almost purring at the sound of them. You are becoming addicted to his attractive voice and sweet to his looks.

His hand withdraws from your cheeks, and now the butt of the knife presses against your bottom lip. “Wrap your mouth around it.”

In a trice, whatever high hit your head has now ebbed as the reality settles down once again. Your eyes widened in fear, not wanting to guess what your stalker had planned for you.

He must have seen your hesitation because his expression hardened, and a vein worked on his temple. “Don’t make me repeat myself for a second time. Suck.”

And you did.

Opening slowly your mouth, you invited the back of the knife with your tongue — swirling and sucking until it was covered with saliva. Warmth spread down to your legs as your eyes locked. You watched him as his eyes drifted to your pink tongue and then back to you, his pupils expanding in adoration. Once he was satisfied, he pulled it away, and you watched a small trail of saliva connecting your lips with the butt before it snapped in the middle.

“Good girl.” He rasped. And with the knife, he tore your nightgown until you stood only in your white panties. You didn’t have to guess what would eventually happen next.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and even if you wanted to hide yourself from his predatory gaze, it was unfeasible. He stole your weapon, and now he was stealing your dignity. Instead of covering your perky breasts from his sight, your hands balled into fists at your side, defeated. You looked at him, and the man looked back at you.

You gasped when his lips skimmed over your neck. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

His finger pushed aside the thin layer of your panties and your felt the butt of the knife brushing gently on your wet folds. You stiffened at its coldness.

His other hand didn’t touch you. He didn’t place his palm over your breast and knead the rounded flesh. He didn’t kiss you like you expected he would. He only stared at you, drinking in your every expression. Whether it was dread or pleasure.

The knife pushed even further into your folds, pumping it inside you in slow thrusts. You bit your lower lip until you drew blood when you saw his head lowering until he stood between your legs. His eyes never strayed, and you didn’t want to give him the pleasure of hearing you sighing and moaning once he pushed your legs apart to place his mouth to your clit. You struggled to maintain a stiff posture and not to arch your back at how his lips sucked your sensitive bud until your toes curled inward. Suddenly you had the desire to run your fingers through his rich curly hair and ride his face for an orgasm – forgetting completely that he was fucking you with a fucking knife.

In where the thrusts of the knife were slow, now he was picking up the pace, compelling you to grunt as if you were in pain. Truthfully you had other man eating out your pussy but not the way he did. You almost wept when he pulled away. You were so close to cum.

“Play with yourself.” He breathed, fighting the urge to feel your now-sweaty skin. It was crystal clear that your stalker wanted to do a lot more than just observe you, but for reasons that you didn’t know, he didn’t accomplish them. He was refraining.

You were hesitant, but when the knife remained still, your fingers twitched. He was reminding you who had the upper hand in the current situation, and you didn’t waste another second to find out what your punishment would be. Frankly, you were cringing at the idea of the police finding you dead in your bed and a body that seemed to have been railed with a knife. The same knife that would be buried in your sternum if you don’t behave.

Of course, he promised you that he wouldn’t murder you, but like someone wise said before: Trust everything but a man.

One finger pushing the thin layer of your panties at the side to expose yourself better, your middle finger circled your clit hard and fast. Your orgasm was building up slowly, and you wanted this ordeal to end as fast as possible. Despite being drawn by that unknown man, you also wanted him to begone.

Wet sounds illuminated the room and your warm walls were grasping the butt like a vise. The man above you growled, his tongue licking the bottom of his lip that was filled with your taste.

A single cry rumbled from your chest, and as your back arched, you felt your body becoming paralyzed. Your middle finger swirled even faster around your sensitive bud, driving your orgasm until its very end.

Then, your stalker withdrew the knife from your weeping pussy, only for his lips to be wrapped around it. He was cleaning it off while he was staring at you with a dark look.

Once he seemed to be done, he released it, and to your surprise, he let the knife fall beside your weak form. Shame washed over you when you realized that he knew you wouldn’t bother holding it and use it to your advantage. He knew that instead of wanting to slit his throat you would beg him to touch you.

You have yielded to his sick desire, and you are embarrassed to admit that from now on, you will fantasize about the day he will visit you again. It only took him one night to have you wrapped around his finger and the asshole succeeded. For the second time.

“It was a pleasure to finally meet you, little shadow.” He said as he made his way to the door. And before you see him disappear into the night, you ask him what his name is. You sounded desperate, but you didn’t care. You have all the time to regret your decision tomorrow or even forever. At this precise moment, you just wanted to know one single information about him.

His name was Taehyung. And before you had the chance to tell him to stay, he disappeared like a shadow into the night.

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