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Funimation & Procreation
funimation & procreation

part 11 of my n&c series <3
SUMMARY Never mind your upcoming wedding, this was perhaps the greatest moment of your life— the day Jungkook sought out an anime on his own. WARNINGS kissing, smut in the forms of cunnilingus, cum eating, mentions of anal, doggy style, unprotected sex with the intention of pregnancy, spitting, hand holding<3 MISC the wedding night, Doyeon strikes again, jjk watches jjk, oh no not twins RATING m (18+) WC 9.1k
NOTES (!) sorry for any typos T_T Tumblr played me as I was editing so I may have missed a few rip lmk !!!

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In another universe pups is the ABO fic I never wrote HJDHJDSHJDSHJHJFHJFSD OK so anyway I won’t lie I had to google what cum inflation was and when I saw what I saw.... yes. Ok. It got my brain gears going *rusty noise of gears turning* U know what I mean??? So i was thinking..... ***NSFW WARNING
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You see hentai on Namjoon’s laptop one day. You’ve mastered the art of nonchalance, though. So when he comes back from the bathroom and gives you a smile—as if you haven’t gotten a peek into Things That Turn Namjoon On That Don’t Include You—you breathe an internal sigh of relief. Safe.
Except you’ve stopped taking notes and now all you can think about is Namjoon watching porn so brazenly on his laptop. Where he does schoolwork of all places! He could at least just use his phone. Also you’re just a teensy bit wet because cartoon boobs and dick is still conducive to horny hours, even if you are doing something as unsexy as critical writing.
Your study date ends with a simple kiss on the lips because Hoseok’s home this time and you’d rather not taint the living room space while he’s occupying the apartment too. Namjoon slips in a little bit of tongue though, because he’s cheeky like that.
You text Namjoon right when you get home. You lie and say you’re going to sleep early, with the excuse that you have to wake up early for a meeting with your advisor. And when he sends you his good night text, you get to it. Getting ready for bed, turning your night light to the colour red once you’ve settled in.
You have sleuthing to do.
Because the hentai wasn’t just... well there’s no regular hentai, is there? It’s just. There. Being hentai. And what’s Namjoon without an inclination for messy pussies because of—because of—
You close your eyes tight because you can’t believe what you’re about to type into the search bar on your phone.
But first!
Incognito. Whew. The shame of clearing your history would be too much to bear. So when you press enter on cum inflation it isn’t so bad. Especially when all the X-rated websites pop up and your screen just becomes Anime Boobies Galore when you click the first link.
You can’t believe Namjoon had the gall to just leave that website up there on his screen. You’re scrolling down the page and already you’re feeling hot. And it isn’t even because of the fact that you’re skimming through videos of perfect girls getting so cummed up their stomachs literally become distended. Nor is it the thought of Namjoon watching it and enjoying it, either. Rather...
Was he thinking of you when he was watching these videos? Bending your knees up over your shoulders and promising you that he’s saved up all his cum for you? Getting you to drool down your chin, cross-eyed?
(Your hand is down your panties at the third video you come across. You come pretty hard when you see the girl’s pussy literally spew semen from how hard the guy comes inside her. And when you reach post-orgasm clarity you immediately exit the browser, chuck your phone onto the floor, and hope to god sleep overtakes you within twenty seconds.)
The next time you meet up for another study date with Namjoon is the weekend. That’s a good three nights of jacking it off to the same video of a huge dongle fucking a good five buckets of semen inside his girlfriend. And when you settle all your notebooks and laptop down, you immediately go for the kill.
“Do you like anime boobs?”
Namjoon chokes on the water he’s drinking from his bottle. “I—ahem. What, uh... what brought this on?”
“I’ve been watching a lot of hentai so I thought I’d ask,” you clarify.
“Uh-huh,” he says incredulously.
“And you know, it’s just—I liked it. A lot. You know. Just for your information.”
Namjoon blinks. “Are you trying to get at something here?”
“Because I don’t really mind, you know. Porn is porn. And you can like whatever you want. Like as long as it’s nice and consensual,” you ignore him.
“Babe.”
“Like I would never make fun of you because I’m—well I’ve watched Grinch porn before but that was against my own will—“
“Baby,” Namjoon laughs, squishing your cheeks to stop your rambling. “What’s going on?”
“I like h’ntai,” you try to articulate with his hands still keeping your lips pressed in like this.
“I get that. But why?”
Oh god. You don’t even know what you want from this conversation. Maybe the guilt of catching him has caught up to you. Or maybe you also just want to have a distended stomach from having Namjoon bust a fat load inside you.
You take his hands from your face, clutch at them for support. “I saw... Um. What you were watching. The other day.”
“Ah.” You watch Namjoon’s ears turn red. He squeezes your hands right back. “You—damn. I’m sorry.”
“No—!” You clear your throat when it warbles. “N-No... it’s... well I...”
You feel his thumb rub comfort into your skin. He looks like he’s getting ready for a scolding. So when you say, “I actually really liked it and I’ve been watching it every night,” in one breath, Namjoon blinks.
And blinks.
After a solid sixteen seconds of silence, he says: “That’s really hot.”
You both stare at each other. The notebook you laid out for notes sits quietly, waiting.
“You wanna go to your bed—?”
Namjoon nearly dislodges your shoulder when he pulls you up to stand. “Yes we’re going right now.”
Something you’re really thankful for when it comes to Namjoon is how compatible you two are. You can’t count how many times you’ve both just looked at each other, no words to say, but somehow still completely on the same page. It’s like you both have the instinct of the other person ingrained in the part of your brain that deals with intuition.
You’re pretty keen on foreplay most days, but even Namjoon sees you’d rather rip your hair out than not immediately go for the feeling of his dick ramming inside you right at this very second. He laughs when you strip in record time, laying supine on the bed while he undresses.
“What’s gotten into you?” As if he’s not hard himself. He crawls over you with kisses warm on your belly, your breasts. “I have to admit. I really just wanted to fuck today.”
“Oh thank god,” you sigh. You knew something was up the second you realized Hoseok wasn’t home. He probably sexiled himself. You remind yourself to buy him dinner one day for his noble deed. “Just—I’m wet. I think. I just want you inside me, please.”
Namjoon groans. “You’re dangerous.”
“I watched hentai for three nights straight, I’m horny,” you whine in correction.
“You wanna know something? Please don’t laugh.”
“What?” Oh you’re wet alright. Namjoon lines his cock at your hole, slides tight inside. “O-Oh—what?”
“I kind of. I haven’t jacked off since the last time we met,” he says, voice tight. “Thank god you watched that shit because I probably sound crazed right now.”
“Huh?”
He grinds up till his hips meet your ass, and you shiver when the tip of his cock hits just right. “I—I wanted to save my cum for you,” he admits, sweating at his neck, and something clicks inside you, because you were right.
“I thought—about that too—ngh!”
Namjoon fucks you steady now. No more shy thrusts like he always starts off with to gauge your mood. He knows you want it. “Shit. About what, baby?”
“You. A-And... making me full... of you.”
“Oh my god.” He grabs your thighs, opening you wide. Takes a thumb to your clit like he’s on a mission. “Will you come with me? Can you do that?”
Holy fuck you’d do anything for him. So you nod, moaning with every hard thrust he gives you. Your legs threaten to close when he rubs you raw, but he commands with a low voice:
“Open, pups.”
Embarrassingly, that does it. He’s never one to order you around. And knowing he’s purposefully saved you his cum like it’s Christmas come early, you know better than to hinder the process.
Your legs shake when you open wider, feeling the warmth of his cock tenfold. “I’m close,” you cry when he slams into you.
“Feel it here?” He slides a sweaty palm to your abdomen. “Gonna give it to you right there. Make you so full. So pretty. All—mine—!”
You don’t even know if that was your signal. But the thought of him swelling you up like that girl on your screen, her womb so full with cum and promise—
“Joonie!” You shriek, toppling right into red-hot pleasure, clutching at the sheets because it’s too much. You come in waves, and Namjoon rides it with you, bucks into you with one last groan. You feel it, feel his excess warmth coat your insides just like he’d told you, and you pretend you feel your stomach balloon for more space. He rubs a grateful hand on your stomach.
“My little cum dump,” he coos tiredly, and you slap his arm with a laugh.
“Don’t pull out yet.” You slide your arms around his shoulders, bringing his tired form onto you. “Keep me plugged in.”
He laves at your neck. “Oh so now I’m out of line when I say weird shit.”
“I never said it was weird,” you whisper. “I’ll happily house all your semen.”
“Oh my—pfft. Ok. You know what? Show me that video you were watching, I need to know what’s got you like this,” he snorts, and you promise to do it later. You’ll just keep him like this for a little while.
pilot seokjin😭😭😭
Senior Captain Kim Seokjin has the honor of initiating you into the Mile High Club.
You’re on your way to some vacation spot, one of those tropical islands that are flooded with visitors this time of year. These flights are always the worst, filled with rambunctious children and snobby young adults. It’s noisy and it’s demanding, two traits that make your job as an air stewardess all the more difficult. Between rounds, you take cover in the tiny kitchen on the airplane, gazing into the mini whirlpool inside your coffee mug until someone knocks their hip against yours. “Oh,” you blurt, “hello, Captain.”
Seokjin smiles, that same sparkly grin he’s given you every time you’ve had the opportunity to fly alongside him. “Hello,” he greets, and the only thing more shiny than his pearly smile are the metals that decorate his left breast. “Everything okay?”
Among all the flight captains you’ve had the pleasure of assisting, Seokjin is definitely in the top three, maybe even number one himself. He’s on the younger side, very polite despite his title. He doesn’t treat you like a maid, which is a pretty low standard, but you’d be surprised how many airline captains do. “Oh, just terrible,” you groan, offering him a tired smile that he takes as in invitation to stay for conversation, leaning against the kitchen cabinets beside you. He’s too tall for this area of the cabin, has to duck forward just the slightest bit to keep from bumping his head.
Anyway, after ranting for a couple minutes, he offers you an apologetic look, hand coming up to rest on your shoulder. “Sorry I can’t do much,” he laughs sheepishly, “but if there is anything I can do, just let me know.”
It’s not really much of a disappointment, considering there are very few things Seokjin can do, Captain or not, when the flight is already in the air. “Don’t worry about it, sir,” you shrug, “there’s not many ways to relieve stress in the air after all.” At that, Seokjin tilts his head, pouty lips cutely quirked to the side. You raise a brow. “Unless you happen to know any?”
“Well,” Seokjin hums, and then, carefully peers behind you at the open door leading out of the kitchen space. “I do know one way.”
Which is how you find yourself squished uncomfortably inside the cockpit’s bathroom, the skirt of your uniform hitched up over your hips as Senior Captain Kim Seokjin pounds into you from behind. “Fffuck,” you whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the intensity of his hips.
“Shh, shhh,” Seokjin warns from behind hou, his big hands clutching at any part of you he can reach— your breasts, your waist, your throat. “Gotta be quite, baby,” he purrs against the shell of your ear, teeth nibbling along the curve.
As much as you want to, you can’t contain the whimpers and cries he draws out of you, lower lip trembling with each ram of his cock inside of you. One knee is propped up against the sink, hands flat against the mirror. You’d be embarrassed by your own reflection had you not been zeroed in on Seokjin’s. Sweat crawls down from his hairline, leaves him glistening under the artificial bathroom lighting. “Oh— oh, fuck,” you sob, “faster, sir— please.”
Seokjin groans, the hilt of his cock flush against your folds. “Of course, baby,” he exhales, hands wrapped around you, clutching at the inside of your thigh to hold you open. “I’ve got you.”
pups oc trying lingerie for the first time and she’s shy and joon is like ;&:$:?M AL);!:!FU(2?/?/NC):)TIOn bc she looks so hawt :3
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Also no actual sex in this but like very uh. Horny lol. As is wont to happen
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You hate lace. It chafes and doesn’t offer your cooch good ventilation most of the time. But you get an automated email about holiday specials at La Senza, and what’s a little self-care in the form of retail therapy? You’ll sacrifice comfort for the sake of good discount deals, you decide, and before you know it you’ve got an 8-pack of cute pairs of underwear and three colour-complimenting bras shipped to you.
It was Sunny who texted you to sign up for the newsletter. Gets the best deals and the best head, your neighbour/girlfriend since you were toddlers so eloquently explained. It’s actually kind of amazing seeing you go from high school hermit to self-proclaimed cum lover.
(Safe to say you withheld from replying to her for a good seven hours before sending back a very venomous FUUUUUUCCCCCJJJKKKKK YYYOOOOYUUUU!!!!!)
At least she’s nice enough to receive the package discreetly for you because your mom is nosey like that. You spend the day with her in her room, picking which underwear pairs nicely with which bra. And when you ask her which combination would best impress Namjoon, Sunny sits you down on her bed. She stares at you like something very serious has happened, and says:
“You might actually die from dick if you show him this.”
You squirm under her gaze. “What?”
“Oh don’t act so surprised. You tell me so much about how your boyfriend who happens to be massive also likes to make you cry from his pumping and that’s when you’re wearing granny panties,” she explains.
“I do not wear granny panties!”
Sunny pats your shoulder empathetically. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“Sunny.” You fall over onto her blankets. “Pick for me, this is too overwhelming.”
“Fine. Seriously if your uterus isn’t absolutely broken after this then I don’t wanna hear it.”
“Sunny!”
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This is how you find yourself at Namjoon’s on a Thursday night trying to fight the urge to rip your fancy underwear out your butt crack while making out.
You both reserve Thursday after work-hours for each other because it’s the only viable schedule option you could agree on. There’s also something really hot about knowing you’ve got one night of the week strictly scheduled for Namjoon and only Namjoon, brain unwrinkling from anything that isn’t the touch or smell of your boyfriend. Putting the world on do not disturb as you indulge in whatever activities you have planned.
Tonight’s plan: getting your uterus destroyed as per the wishes of your dear friend.
Namjoon pins you up against the inside of his door, leaves wet kisses in hurried lines across your throat. Before he can get a sneaky hand up your shirt, you breathe, “Um.”
“Mm?” He sucks on the spot behind your ear.
“I—um. I kind of? Have something to show you first. Uh. If that’s okay.”
Namjoon moves back, eyebrows shooting up. “Oh. Oh—please don’t tell me you got that buttplug with a tail, I was just joking—“
“No!” You heat thinking about that very interesting conversation you had last pillow talk. “Just—ew. No. You wanna give me a second?”
So you make him wait patiently, sitting at the edge of his bed while you scamper off to the bathroom to get undressed for some pep talk in the mirror, because you promised yourself you wouldn’t be like Bella from Breaking Dawn when she tries to pose for Edward on their honeymoon night in her nightgown and it was awkward and you didn’t want Namjoon to laugh at you even though he wouldn’t do that because he’s a nice boyfriend and fucks you in your granny panties and—
You take a big breath in. Look at your boobs sitting nicely in a shiny bra, the fabric of your cheeky underwear stretched over your hips. You can practically hear Sunny now. You’re a weirdo if you think you’re not sexy. Look at you! So scrumptious! Like a sexy little cupcake. (She earned a slap on her arm for that.)
You walk back to Namjoon’s door, and steel yourself.
“I’m coming in now,” you say. You open the door and slot yourself inside against it, trying to fight the urge to make yourself as small as possible so that he doesn’t see, but. He sees, alright.
He doesn’t say anything though. Just keeps his eyes staring a little too long at your cleavage. You swear you see his knuckles twitching.
After another ten seconds of silent ogling, Namjoon starts with: “Please—” his voice cracks— “please come sit. On me. Or my face. Or whatever you want. Oh my god. Come here fast.”
“You like it?” Your feet patter against the floor quickly to make a home out of his lap. “I feel weird.”
“Good weird?”
“Like. Do you think I’m hot?” You whisper.
“I know you feel my boner right now,” Namjoon whines. “Of course I do.”
“Because Sunny thinks I’m obsessed with your cum and that made me feel weird.”
He snorts, tracing the patterns of the lace on top your ass. “I mean—is that such a bad thing?”
“Of course you’d say that, it’s your jizz,” you justify.
“Yeah but I jizz for you, it’s different. Anyway you’re distracting me,” Namjoon says, burying his face in your tits. “One second from busting. Let me eat you out first.”
You don’t refuse.
When you text Sunny after fucking for two hours, it’s a picture of an ice pack resting on your crotch.
since someone already requested angry sex with jk com i request slow sex? like very vanilla . with jk too
Jungkook’s skin was scalding to the touch, dripping in sweat that made him slippery and smelly, two things that would have otherwise made you uncomfortable had he not been fluttering kisses along your cheek. “Relax for me,” he croons, daring to readjust the angle of his hips against you. His cock is so hard, brushes against nearly every inch of your walls. “I’ve got you, baby.”
His hands are so careful, fingers brushing along the base of your throat like he’s afraid one wrong touch will break you in half. “Ugh,” you groan, hands clutching at his sheets. “It just— it hurts. A little.”
“I know, I know,” Jungkook mumbles, flashes you an apologetic frown as he watches you go through all the phases of discomfort on your mission to familiarize yourself with his dick. He’s got the patience of a saint; you imagine it isn’t easy to hold off this long. Jungkook had been the one to proposition you tonight, had sweetly fattened your ego with compliments and kisses until you had given him the green light for sex. And now, he’s the one who has to wait as you clench and buck against his fat cock. “You’re okay,” he hums, brushing his mouth against yours, a sweet attempt at distracting your from the tightness in your core.
It’s a damn good one at that. His tongue is as hot and slippery as he is, gliding along yours, swallowing up your little cries, until you’ve all but forgotten about the stretch downstairs, arms slowly coming around Jungkook’s shoulders to pull him closer. “I’m okay,” you repeat, and Jungkook smiles.
“I can go now?” he asks anyway, reaching down to readjust the placement of your thighs around his waist. You nod, biting down on your lip as Jungkook begins to slowly fuck into you, the sweet expression on his face melting away as he loses himself in the tight suction of your walls. “Ah,” he gasps, eyes fluttering shut, head lolling back. He’s so beautiful like this, chest glistening in sweat, his lips bruised from all the kissing you’d done that night.
Every plunge into your heat makes you want him more and more, hands clawing at any inch of skin you can reach. Jungkook’s pretty eyes blink open again, dazed and sparkly. When he looks back at you, a dazzling grin overtakes his features, your name like honey on his tongue. “You’re so”— a particularly hard thrust that leaves you seeing stars momentarily —“so fucking cute.”
If you weren’t already so hot from the exertion and the closeness of his body, you would’ve blushed. “St- stop,” you whimper, finally clutching at his forearms.
Jungkook chuckles, slowing the pace of his thrusts to roll his hips against yours, the hilt of his cock against your folds enough to make you quiver beneath him. “Don’t want to,” he teases, releasing the grip on your hip, his hand landing over your mound instead. “Cute, baby,” Jungkook sings, his thumb toying with your engorged clit in a painfully slow manner, rubbing the pad of his finger hard against you.
“Jungkook,” you choke, hips jerking upwards at the dual action; your clit pulses beneath his touch, your walls squeeze around the thickness of his cock.
“Yeah, yeah,” he laughs, an airy sound that puts a stop to the lewd thoughts flashing through your brain, allowing you to see the adoring expression he levels your way. It lasts for all of three seconds before Jungkook is looming over you, placing one final chaste kiss against your lips before really getting into it.
hi yami!! for the requests, perhaps jimin + enemies to lovers or fwb to lovers…? 💜 whichever works for u!!
Jimin looks stunning in the new practice uniforms. Short sleeves this season, skin tight too. You can practically see every muscle in his upper body rippling as he walks a group of underclassmen through the motions of a lift. He’s absolutely gorgeous, oozes confidence with every step he takes.
And then he stops in front of you and all that lust in your core fizzles into annoyance. “Hey,” he mumbles, standing close behind you. He’s preparing to lift you, hands securely on your hips, lips practically against the shell of your ear. “No granny panties today?”
You elbow him, hard enough it makes him groan and the two of you miss your count. Your coach yells at you from across the gym, but you’re too busy glaring at Jimin. “I was on my period, you asshole,” you snap, reassuming your stance as you await the next count.
Jimin recovers soon enough, hoisting you into the air and back down before responding. “They were cute,” he mumbles, slightly breathless. “The flowers were kinda sexy.”
You try to stomp on his foot but Jimin is fast. “Stop looking up my skirt, perv.”
The routine ends and so does practice, but not before Jimin can get on your nerves some more. He follows you off the mat, practically hovering behind you. “Can’t do that,” he hums, leaning against the wall when you finally pause by the water fountains. “I’m your base, sweetheart, looking up at you is my job.” You throw a towel his way. “My favorite was the little black thong,” he comments, following you out of the gym despite the indignant squawk that escapes you and the way you desperately try to shove him away. Jimin follows with a feathery laugh. “Whaaat,” he sings, smoothly taking your bag off your shoulder, making a grab for your hand afterwards. He swings your joined hands back and forth. “You’ve got great taste in panties.” And at that point, you don’t even bother anymore
It’s freezing, your thin sweatpants doing nothing to protect you from the chill that settles in your bones at the bus stop. Jimin huddles closely behind you, practically lines himself up with you. In a low voice, he murmurs, “can I come over today?”
Your cheeks feel warm. Maybe from the cold, maybe from the hand that creeps around your waist. “I have an assignment due at midnight.”
Jimin chuckles and you can almost feel the vibration. “So then after midnight,” he decides, cuddling closer. The bus pulls around the corner. “Show me more of your panties after midnight.”