Conventional wisdom says it's more difficult to get pregnant while you're breastfeeding, but Namjoon got you pregnant with your next kid in less than a year. All you had to do was ask daddy to make you a mommy and his breeding instinct kicked in until he met your demand.
He loved your pregnant body, your large and round belly. He was always surprised at how firm it was, and he loved to stroke it and feel it against him. He loved finding the best position to keep you comfortable and happy when you fucked. Your second pregnancy was very different, and everything felt different inside.
Early on, you could manage his favorite position, you on his lap facing him, but later in the pregnancy you faced away from him to keep your belly balanced or had him kneel behind you. He loved holding your hips to stabilize you. He wanted to take such good care of you.
Sometimes, he checked in too much. One night, six months along, he kept asking if you were comfortable and you snapped.
"Joon, quit it. I'm fucking you and I'm huge and I feel like shit. If you do something wrong rest fucking assured I will tell you."
He was silent. You started to apologize, "Oh baby, I'm sorry, I shouldn't snap at you-"
"- Keep going. Tell me off. Boss me around more," he whispered. You heard him rubbing his dick.
You knew what to do. "Namjoon, stop wasting that dick in your fist and shove it in me already," you ordered.
"Yes, of course," he whimpered as he started to fuck you.
"That's better, Joonie, that's a good boy. Keep it up and I'll let you fuck my tits, too."
"Thank you," he whined.
He fucked you hard and efficiently, both of you keeping the noise to a minimum for the baby sleeping a wall away. You covered your mouth as you came but he kept going, with such quiet focus.
"Joon," you whispered, "Hold on."
You moved to kneel in front of him, also still kneeling. You put your head next to his hip, and wrapped your tits around his dick with your hands. He gasped. He was already so close he gave you a few gentle thrusts and came everywhere.
"I- I'll clean up," he murmured a moment later, pulling you into his arms.
"Give me a shower?" you pouted. You weren't done with him yet.
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Kim Namjoon, Wife Guy
FanfictionTen years of vignettes of life with your husband, Namjoon, who worships your breasts and the rest of you. I usually write a gender neutral protagonist but this gets into specific body parts and issues: breasts, vagina, pregnancy. CW for body worship...
