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š£² . pairing: san x fem!reader
š£² . genre: smut
wc: 1.7k
summary: san came back from work in need of making up for all the time you two spent apart. except thereās one tiny problem: youāre out of condoms.
warnings: pwp, established relationship, a LOT of grinding/dry humping, clothed stimulation
notes: it's been SO LONG I KNOW but here i am im finally posting this. not even gonna lie i was lowk high and horny asl while writing this then woke up the next day and tried to fix it as much as i could. it was originally gonna be a san drabble but.. it became too long. also.. kinda very self indulgent? EITHER WAY i hope it's good and that u all enjoy.
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san was absolutely starving when he got home from work. and no, it wasnāt the ābabe please cook something up for meā kind of starving. he was hungry for you. this happened very often, especially when work had taken a toll on him. all he wanted to do was be around you and stay close to you as soon as he got home.
and this time, you were the only thing on his menu.
which brought you to the present. you sank perfectly into your soft mattress, and your sheets werenāt the only thing wrapped around you. there you wereāpassionately making out with san. he threw his shirt across the room as soon as he saw you, now surrounding you with his embrace. his muscular, defined body was fully on display, yours to admire. your hands roamed across his back, so small compared to the massive beauty of his body.
āmy princessā he spoke softly, tucking away some of the hair that had gotten in your face behind your ear. "i've been waiting for this all day"
so did you. you hated when san had to work more hours. you hated being away from him for so long, to the point where all that pent-up desire came crashing down the moment he stepped through the door.
you bit on his lip, softly, but enough to let out his sweet noises that were dear to your ears.
"why do you have to work for such a long time, hmm..? always so far from me" you pulled away from his face enough for you to make eye contact with him.
"you know i have no control over that baby" he said as he placed soft kisses around your mouth.
"but now that i'm here with you, i can make it up for you"
oh you loved the sound of that. you knew exactly where this was headed. your body clearly knew as wellāyou were already wet from the aggressive make-out session. and it almost seemed as if he kept turning the faucet more and more with his words.
"is that so?" you smirked, moving your body a bit away from his, enough for you to start sliding off the sweats you had on.
he stared intently at you. you could have sworn he wasn't even blinking.
"fuck, you're beautiful baby" you felt his hands land on yours, helping you pull down your sweats even faster. he swiftly brought them back up and took your shirt off as well. "mm.. i could stare at you for hours"
san wasted no time in taking off the rest of his clothes. not even a minute later, he was only left with his boxers on. the outline of his hardened cock begging to break free from its confinement made your mouth water.
"san.." you looked into his eyes with absolute need. "i wanna feel you. your touch. i wanna feel you deep inside of me" your hand slid up his body once more, moving from his chest to his pecs. "i thought about it all day, and now you're here"
"i know, i know my love" he said, "patience. i still need to grab a condom real quick"
you made a funny frown face at him, "and what if i want your cum deep inside me too?"
he was already moving towards the drawer on the side of your bed when his eyes widened. he immediately turned around facing you, "don't fucking say things like that. do you want me to go insane !?"
"yeah. i do."
his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes shot back at the drawerānow relentlessly looking for a condom.
"um.. babe? are you sure we still have any? it feels like i've searched everywhere inside of this thing and i can't find any."
you lifted yourself up a bit, now sitting up and looking at him with a confused expression on your face. "what? there's no way we fuck that much. i could've sworn we just bought a pack"
yeah.. sure.. the hearts on almost every day of the month showing on your flo app says otherwise.
he turned around and pouted at you, "i don't think there is any in here baby. i think we ran out"
"well.. i-"
"you didn't actually think that was going to stop me from making you feel good, right?"
oh oh oh and there he goes. he's back to his favorite spotā being on top of you.
he traced swirls all around your body with his fingertips, leading his hands in between your legs. he spread them open, making room for him to place himself in. the next thing you knew, his clothed erection was sitting directly on your neglected clit. you felt your entire body get hotter by the second, your pussy throbbing around nothing.
"use me baby. grind yourself on me, make yourself feel good. "
his words sent a jolt straight through your body, making your hips buck against him instinctively. the sudden friction you felt against your pussy was delicious torture, and you couldn't help but moan out his name as he pressed his hard clothed length against you.
"there we go, look at you. you're already so wet" san growled, his voice dropping down to that specific tone that could drive you insane. "it won't be too long until i feel you soaking right through these boxers"
he began to move his hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding against you with just enough pressure to drive you wild without giving you the satisfaction you craved. his cock dragged along your clit with precise movements, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.
"shit," he breathed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "i could just slide into you right now baby.. hmm? no condom, no nothing." he said, grinding right on your sweet spot. "just raw, deep inside that pretty pussy of yours."
your eyes widened in shock, arousal coursing through you. you wanted to say something back, but you couldn't even open your mouth without a needy moan coming out. you suddenly arched your back as you felt him pick up his pace slightly.
"i know baby, sucks really," he chuckled, moving down to nip at your earlobe. "but we can't. not without protection. doesn't mean i can't imagine it though." he bit down even harder. "imagining filling you up with my cum until it's dripping out of you..."
"san- more.. please.." you pulled him closer, trying to create a stronger friction between the two of you. the feeling of his hard-on rubbing against your throbbing wet cunt made your eyes shut and roll back. "y-you feel so fucking good right now. i just can't stop thinking about how amazing you'd feel inside of me"
his hip stuttered in the middle of himself grinding when he heard you. if there was one thing about san, it would be how much he loved it when you talked dirty to him. well, if he were to be honest, he'd say that he has a love-hate relationship with it. he loves when you moan out filthy words as he pounds into you, but he hates how quickly they drive him off the edge and make him cum.
"babe if you keep saying- things like t-that.. " his thrusts became quicker, and the friction became hotter in between your legs. "fuck. i could cum in my fucking boxers"
his body pulled itself even closer to you, and of course, you welcomed him straight in. your arms scattered all over his back once more, pulling him in as much as you could. you wanted that release. you were dying for it. even if he couldn't give himself to you entirely at the moment, you wanted everything, anything from him.
your hips bucked upwards, grinding your clothed clit onto his erection. a burning pleasurable sensation started developing in your lower abdomen, indicating that your climax was close.
"san- baby- i want you to fill me up so badly" you begged as your want for pleasure built a peak that you could no longer bear. "fuck condoms. i want to feel your cum dripping out of me for days" you were so close to slipping his boxers off whenā
his eyes widened in shock at your words, his hips suddenly stilling. "holy shit-" he groaned, his body tensing above you.
you felt a sudden warmth spreading through the fabric of his boxers as he collapsed against you, burying his face in the side of your neck. "f-fuck. i'm sorry, i- i didn't mean to- not yet. shit," he panted, his body trembling slightly from the aftermath of his climax.
you could feel the wetness soaking through his boxers onto your panties as his cock twitched against you.
but despite having just cum, he didn't pull away. instead, he began grinding against you again, his movements slower but more deliberate this time. his sensitive sticky tip rubbed against your clit, each movement making him hiss with a painful yet pleasurable feeling.
"oh san, you don't have-" you started, but he cut you off with a kiss.
"no baby, i'm not stopping until you cum too."
his determination sent another wave of arousal through your body. the thought of him pushing through his very own sensitivity just for your pleasure was intoxicating. you wrapped your legs around his waist, making his movements focus more on your clit.
"o-oh! right there," you gasped as he hit just the right spot. "don't stop, please don't stop."
his movements grew more desperate as he chased your orgasm, the damp fabric of his boxers slid more smoothly against your panties with every grind. the combination of his dirty words from earlier, the sight of him losing control, and the persistent stimulation of your oversensitive clit finally pushed you over the edge.
"mmm there she is," san brought himself up to look at you one more time before you came, and boy did you look heavenly to his eyes. it was written all over your face; you were so close to your climax.
your back arched off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your panties growing soaked with your own arousal. san continued to grind against you through your orgasm, prolonging the sensation until you were a trembling mess beneath him.
san hovered over your limp body and moved to your side, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath.
"trust me, next time, i'm putting you through this mattress.. round after round"
A sun-drenched afternoon by the pool leaves Seungcheolās drenched white t-shirt burned into your mind. But when the villa finally goes quiet, the playful tension shifts into something far more intense, loud, and impossible for the rest of the group to ignore.Ā
PAIRINGSĀ |Ā Choi Seungcheol x F. ReaderĀ
GENREĀ | smut, pwp
RATING |Ā Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blockedĀ
CONTENT/WARNINGSĀ | Ā non-idols au, swearing, kissing, caressing, unprotective sex (wrap it up folks), oral sex, penetrative sex, hair grabbing, body worship, dirty talk, creampies,
AUTHORāS NOTE |Ā Because I've been feral for Cheol lately.
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The midday heat at the villa is intense, but nobody seems to care. Seungcheolās friendsāall twelve of themāhas turned the backyard pool into an absolute battleground of splashes, chaotic chicken fights, and echoing laughter. You're sitting on the edge of a lounge chair, nursing a cold drink and just taking it all in, when Seungcheol finally hauls himself out of the water.
He's wearing a simple, thin white t-shirt that he foolishly left on when he got pushed into the deep end earlier. Now, the fabric's completely drenched, turning entirely translucent and clinging relentlessly to every line of his chest and abs. As he walks towards you, running a hand through his dripping hair, the wet fabric stretches tight across his broad shoulders.
He stops right in front of your chair, blocking the sun, a breathless, boyish grin plastered on his face.
"Having fun just watching?" he teases, his voice a little raspy from yelling over the music. He leans down, pressing a deliberately cold, wet kiss to your cheek, leaving a damp patch on your skin.
You swallow hard, your eyes involuntarily darting down to the way the wet cotton traces the definition of his torso, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Your heart does a sudden, violent flip.
"Yeah," you manage, your voice a little tighter than usual as you look back up into his dark eyes. "A lot of fun."
He chuckles, entirely obliviousāor maybe entirely awareāof the effect he's having, before being dragged back into the chaos by Seokmin and Mingyu. But for the rest of the afternoon, no matter how loud the guys got, your eyes keep tracking that damp white shirt.
Hours later, the villa finally went quiet. The guys crashed in their respective rooms, exhausted from a day in the sun and a heavy dinner.
You're sitting on the edge of the bed in the room you and Seungcheol share, the cool air conditioning humming softly in the background. The door clicks open, and Seungcheol walks in, freshly showered and wearing nothing but a loose pair of gray sweatpants. His hair is damp again, but this time it smells of the villaās sharp, clean soap.
He lets out a long sigh of relief, stretching his arms over his head before looking at you. "Man, I love them, but they are exhausting. I'm so glad we finally have some quietā" he stops mid-sentence, noticing the way your gaze was fixed on him. "What?"
"Nothing," you say quickly, but your eyes betray you, tracing the lines of his chest and stomach, the memory of the wet t-shirt still burning into your mind.
He moves closer, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. The air in the room suddenly feels thicker. "No, it's not nothing," he says, his voice lower now. "You've been looking at me like that since this afternoon. Ever since the pool."
Heat floods your cheeks. You open your mouth to deny it, to say something, anything, but he's already closing the distance between you. He kneels in front of you, his hands resting on your knees.
"Tell me," he murmurs, his thumbs stroking slow circles on your skin. "What were you thinking about?"
You swallow, your breath hitching. "The... the wet t-shirt," you admit, the words barely a whisper.
His smile widens, a flicker of pride and amusement in his eyes. "Just the shirt?" he pushes, leaning in until his lips are just a breath away from yours. "Or what was under it?"
You let out a shaky breath. "Both."
"Good," he whispers against your mouth before finally kissing you. It isn't soft. It's deep and hungry, a kiss that's been waiting all day to happen. His hands slide from your knees up your thighs, pulling you to the very edge of the bed.
When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathless. He looks at you, his eyes dark with a question he doesn't need to ask. You answer by reaching for the hem of your own shirt and pulling it over your head in one smooth motion. His gaze drops, and the last of the playful energy in the room evaporates, replaced by something much more intense.
"Much better," he breathes, leaning in to press a trail of kisses down your neck, his hands exploring the newly exposed skin of your waist and back.
"Cheol, the guysā" you start, your head tipping back to give him better access.
"Don't care," he mumbles against your collarbone, his hands moving around to your stomach, tracing the edge of your shorts. "Let them hear. They should know what happens when my girlfriend comes on a trip with me."
You can't help the small laugh that escapes, but it's quickly cut off by a gasp as he lifts you effortlessly, moving you further back on the bed and hovering over you.
He looks down at you, his expression a mixture of adoration and raw desire. "Now, where were we?" he asks, but he doesn't wait for an answer before leaning down to kiss you again, slow and deep, while his hands work to remove the last barriers between your skin and his.
His thumbs hooks into the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down your legs with a deliberate slowness that made your breath catch. The fabric whispers against your skin before being discarded onto the floor. The cool air of the room is a stark contrast to the warmth of his body, and you shivered, though not from the cold.
Seungcheolās eyes followed the path of his hands as they travels back up your legs, skimming over your knees, your thighs, settling on your hips. He watches you, cataloging every tiny reactionāthe way your stomach tightens, the soft sigh that escapes your lips.
His touch is reverent, almost worshipful, as he leans down to press a kiss just below your navel. Then another, lower still, on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You tangle your fingers in the damp hair at the nape of his neck, a silent encouragement.
He responds by parting your legs gently, settling between them, as he looks up at you. "I'm okay with you screaming for me, baby," he murmurs, his breath warm against your most sensitive skin. "But if you really need to muffle your screams, we can use your pretty panties." he says before he hooks a finger into your panties, pulling them down your legs. "Love eating you out," he confesses, his voice vibrating against you. He then dives in, eating you out like a starved man.
"Cheol," you gasp, your back arching off the bed as he set a devastating rhythm.
He's relentless, using his tongue, his lips, every part of himself to push you higher. He eats you out with the same focused intensity he applies to everything else, as if making you fall apart is the most important thing in the world. One of his hands slide up your body, finding yours, and your fingers lace together, a grounding anchor in the sea of sensation he's creating.
The sounds you're making are uninhibited now, soft cries and gasps filling the quiet room. You can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your stomach, a delicious, dizzying spiral. "Cheol, Iā"
"I know, baby," he mumbles against you, not stopping. "Let go. I've got you."
His words are the final push you need. The tension snaps, and pleasure crashes over you in a blinding wave. You cry out his name, your body shaking as he works you through it, drawing out every last bit of sensation until you're limp and breathless on the bed.
He kisses his way back up your body, pausing to lavish attention on your breasts before finally reaching your lips. The kiss is slow and deep, tasting of you and him.
When he pulls back, he's smiling, a soft, triumphant look in his eyes. He's still wearing those damn gray sweatpants, and you're suddenly overwhelmed with the need to get rid of them.
"You're still wearing too many clothes," you whisper, your hands sliding down his back to the waistband of his sweatpants. He lets out a soft hum of approval as you tug them down, freeing him.
Your eyes widen slightly at the sight of him, hard and ready for you. You wrap your hand around him, stroking him slowly, watching as his head tips back and a low groan rumbles in his chest.
"Fuck," he breathes, his hips bucking slightly into your touch. "Keep doing that and this'll be over before it starts."
You smile, a slow, satisfied smirk. "We can't have that, can we?"
With a strength that never fails to surprise you, he flips you over, pulling your hips up until you're on your hands and knees. He runs a hand over the curve of your ass, a low, appreciative sound in his throat.
"Seungcheol," you breathe, pushing back against him.
"I'm right here, baby," he murmurs, positioning himself at your entrance. He pushes in slowly, a shared gasp filling the room as he stretches and fills you completely. He pauses for a moment, giving you time to adjust, before starting to move.
The pace he set is deep and deliberate, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes your toes curl. The sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and his harsh breaths.
"God, you feel so good," he grits out, one hand gripping the headboard for leverage, the other splayed across your back. "So fucking good."
You can't form words, can only push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The bed's rocking beneath you, the headboard hitting the wall with a soft thud, thud, thud that's a perfect counterpoint to the rhythm he's setting.
You bury your face in the pillows to muffle your cries, his hand skimming up your spine. "I know you feel good baby, but don't forget to breathe," he says, leaning down to press a kiss between your shoulder blades. "I want to hear you."
You turn your head to the side, taking a deep, shaky breath. "Harder, Cheol," you manage to get out. "Please."
Your plea seems to flip a switch in him. The careful control he's been exercising shatters, replaced by a raw, primal need. With a guttural groan, he tightens his grip on your hips and drive into you, the force of it stealing the air from your lungs.
The pace is punishing, a relentless rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall with a new, desperate urgency. The sound is loud, unmistakable, and a tiny, hazy part of your brain hopes the villa walls are thicker than they seem. But the rest of you, the part being utterly consumed by Seungcheol, doesn't care at all.
"That what you wanted, baby?" he rasps, his voice straining with the effort. His hands move from your hips, one wrapping around to find your clit, the other tangling in your hair, gently pulling your head back. "You wanted me to fuck you so hard the whole house hears?"
"Yes," you choke out, the word almost unintelligible. "Yes, Cheol, don't stop."
He growls in response, a low, possessive sound from deep in his chest. He doesn't stop. The pressure on your clit is perfect, circling in time with his brutal thrusts, and you can feel yourself hurtling towards the edge again. Your knuckles are white where you're gripping the sheets, your entire body wound tight with anticipation.
"I want you to come for me," he commands, his breath hot against your ear. "Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you."
His words are your undoing. The world splinters, your vision going white as your orgasm rip through you. You scream into the pillow, your body convulsing with the force of it, your inner walls clamping down around him.
He follows you over the edge seconds later. With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself inside you and come with a hoarse shout of your name. His body shudders against yours, and for a long moment, the only sound in the room is the ragged sound of your breathing as you both come down from the high.
He collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms and spooning you from behind. He's still inside you, a warm, heavy weight that's surprisingly comforting. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder.
"You okay?" he murmurs, his voice rough and spent.
You hum contentedly, wiggling back against him. "More than okay," you whisper, turning your head to look at him. His face is flushed, his hair a mess, and he has the most ridiculously satisfied smile on his face.
"Good," he says, kissing you softly. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
And the moment the words leave his mouth, you both hear a banging on the door.
"For the love of God, will you two please shut up!" came Joshua's muffled, but very annoyed, shout from the hallway. "Some of us are trying to sleep!"
Seungcheol just laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that you feel in your own chest. He pulls the covers over both of you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Next time, we get a private villa," he whispers. "No friends."
You cuddle closer to him, a lazy smile on your face. "Next time," you agree, already looking forward to it.
į„«į”- sukuna witnesses you stretching one time and canāt get enough
itās your routine that youāve been doing far before you and sukuna got together, you stretch. itās the late afternoon, an hour before sukuna gets home from work, the sunset spilles through the ajar window, painting your stretching form and highlighting your natural beauty.
Your favourite song echoes throughout yours and sukunas welcoming home, as you ease your self into a lunge. A groan escapes your mouth, while the built up tension in your muscles leave your body, from the hectic day you had at work .
You value this hour you have alone since your able to connect with your self and let your mind have a rest. Although, you do adore sukuna and heās the love of your life he has no idea what you get up to in this hour .
You know theirs no need to lie, but you feel like a child again, being able to keep secrets just between you and your self.
He has asked before, what you have been doing, but a white lie never hurt anybody. You would just say simply watching a movie.
While youāre in your head performing the splits, you donāt manage to hear the front door open and sukuna come home.
as soon as sukuna enters, he finds it ominous that your favourite song is playing, curiosity instantly hits him.
He always wandered what you did in your free time without his claustrophobic presence.
sukunas makes sure to not make a racket while making it to the living room.
When he sees you doing the splits, looking calm as ever, heās amazed all the years youāve been together sukuna has never seen you do this.
A smirk grows on his face, he watches you for a few moments until you notice him.
when you do notice his daunting figure behind you, watching your every movement, you jump out your skin.
you look at the clock that sits perfectly centred on the wall "you are home early kuna"
he chuckles at you, resulting in you to pout as you slowly get out of the splits.
although you're shocked your body feels much better.
'' no wander I can bend you in any direction in bed " you choke on your own spit at sukuna.
''well now you know what I do in this hour'' you don't get any comment back
after that afternoon, you haven't had that hour alone again all because of sukuna
just as you're about to stretch he marches through the door early. miraculously his job lets him go early now.
due to sukuna you have been introduced into a new stretching technique and sukuna is the main object.
you stretch your leg onto his shoulder and he thoroughly enjoys it.
you're doing the stretch currently, and sukuna can't help but admire your body's flexibility, he's obsessed with It.
I really like this one. I have so many fics that I want to write itās just laziness as the moment
what he looks like after destroying your guts in twenty different positions and now youāve both showered and heās giving you aftercare by making you eat so you get your energy back
while your brain is frying at the edges, every nerve alight, nanami is asking you to do the impossible.
"cum for me again."
you want to, of course, but your sweat clicked body has other plans. no matter how much he grinds, fucks or rubs you at just the right angle, it's not enough to send you over the edge.
he's got you lying on your side, back pressed to him. his heartbeat is hammering against you in time with his thrusts, precise and controlled.
he notices the way you press your ass against him, chasing that high that's just out of reach. "tell me what you need, darling."
"your voice, kento." so quietly, so pathetic it's barely more than a whisper.
but he obeys regardless. pushing your leg up, his tip reaches even deeper, has your cunt gripping him in pleasure. "fuck," he groans. "there you go. taking my cock so well."
that has you mewling, head thrown back on a silent cry. the coil low in your belly tightens, but it's still not enough to send you over the edge.
"more!" you beg, chanting it over and over, brain clouded with lust.
"moan for me, darling. let it all out."
aided by his praise, you moan freely. your sinful noises echo off the walls into his ears. he joins you in making impassioned groans of his own. composure breaking, he hikes one of your legs up, hand gliding down to rub at your clit.
the coil grows tighter, threads of pleasure threatening to break into your peak. it's embarrassing how easily he can turn you on with just his words and that's exactly why you need him more.
"s-shitt, i'm close," you moan. one more thrust and you'll be gushing around him, ecstasy just out of reach.
"you need permission," he cuts himself off with a groan. "don't you?"
"yesyesyesā please let me cum!"
he shifts your position slightly, leg hugged even tighter against your chest and your face pushed into the pillows. the circles on your clit are smaller, sparks of pleasure lighting in your belly.
"cum for me, darling."
your orgasm racks through you without pause. toes curling, body locked up, vision whited out, you're at the complete mercy of it. you're screaming and creaming on him before you realize. through the haze, you can hear nanami groaning behind you, trying (and failing) to stay in control.
thrusts going sloppy, he fucks you through your orgasm, prolonging it until you can barely take it. "fuck, ken!"
he spills inside you, flooding your hole with opaline waves. for every tremor of your walls he's pistoning into you.
finally, both of you finish. rolling onto your back, his cock is free to slip out. his cum cascades out your sopping hole, sticking to your sweaty thighs. silence and the scent of sex hangs in the air for a while. right now, it's just you and him.
shifting to face him, you see he's already looking back, eyes glinting with pure adoration.
"i'll never get tired of your voice."
"same to you, darling."
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a/n: i should've said this ages ago but i have a taglist now! it's linked in my bio. tell me if it doesn't work. hope u enjoyed the fic and ur day luvs <3
oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breathe during smex!
sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((
āwhere do you feel me baby? tell me.ā you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.
āmmm! n-hereeeee!ā you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.
nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.
he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where youāre overstimulated and almost canāt take it.
one thing nanami always noticed was how you donāt breathe whenever you guys have sex. itās not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. itās whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(
ābaby, baby. breathhhe.ā he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and youāre gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. āthere you go baby, there you go..ā he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.
āmāgunna cuhmmm n-nana!ā ā āthatās my good girl. y-yeaa.ā the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. āitās tāmuch!ā
you whined. pushing against nanamiās abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didnāt let up. āuh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.ā grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.
the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasnāt too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.
ādid so good for me baby,ā he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.
asking husband!toji to help you help you get the overdue baby out! ź°ā”
mdni. smut/ crack - (basically just toji getting bitched around by his pregnant wife)
"toji. get this baby the fuck out of me. now.ā
your husband furrows his brows, watching you pace your shared bedroom like a mad woman, gritting your teeth in frustration.
the baby was now two weeks late. you were done ā you just wanted the kid out of you already. youād tried practically everything; herbal teas, spicy food, bouncing on that stupid yoga ball until your thighs burnedā¦ the list went on.
then, you remembered there was one thing you hadnāt tried.
"ā¦cmon, baby. youāre tiring yourself out with all that pacinā around. the midwife said itāll be any day now," toji says, watching you roll your eyes in response, both hands resting on your oversized belly.
you trundle over to the bed, laying down next to toji who was quick to steady you. "now, toji!" you hiss, trying to shimmy your shorts down.
he finally gets the memo.
"what, yāwant me to fuck you? now?" he asks, not moving yet.
you grit your teeth again, frustrated and overwhelmed with hormones. "no, idiot. iām taking my pants off for no reason," you reply sarcastically.
toji bites his tongue, running the idea through his head ā slightly scared to say no to you right now.
"that even safe?" he questions.
"if you donāt get this baby out of me right now, so help me iām going to divorce you," you snarl, no real malice behind your cruel words.
toji willingly gets himself hard, an easy task when heās right next to his wife. he climbs on top of you, careful not to rest his weight on your vulnerable frame.
he tugs his sweatpants down, then tries kissing you, ready to prep you to take him as always, but receives a firm slap on his wandering handā "hurry up!"
"alright, alright. jesus, babe," he mumbles, quickly realising you were in no mood for foreplay.
in fact, toji was pretty sure you didnāt view this as sex at all ā just an experimental way of getting this damn baby out.
toji aligns his cock with your entrance, slowly pushing in, feeling you lock your legs around him desperately, forcing him all the way. "haaah ā easy," he groans.
truthfully, itād been a while since heād even allowed himself to stuff you full. the last thing heād ever want to do was hurt you, or the baby.
"mnnn ā okay. hard and fast. letās go," you pant lightly, smacking his ass encouragingly.
one thing he wouldnāt let slide if you werenāt extremely pregnant.
just as you wish, toji starts moving, his pace slow at first, still cautious not to cause you discomfort. "shit, yāfeel fuckinā amazing," toji rasps, quickly snapping back into reality as you try to buck your hips against him.
"faster, mnghh ā please," you mewl, now only half focused on inducing labour, your husbands dick practically hypnotising you in the process.
minutes pass. toji stays focused, giving you exactly what you need, hurried, deep thrusts making your head spin with pleasure.
then, you gasp ā hands gripping your husbands meaty bicep.
toji feels the lower half of his body become drenched. āfucckkk, thatās it ā make a mess," he purrs.
then he looks down, catching the large smile on your face.
"is the hospital bag ready?ā you say.
"ā¦yeah, why?"
you grab tojiās face, tugging him forward to kiss him excitedly. "my water just broke, idiot!"
if toji could have you pregnant for the rest of your life, he would.
there was just something about you when you were pregnant ā your belly swollen and round, breasts full and tenderā¦
you had such a glow to you, he thought. even through raging hormones, swollen ankles, endless cravings, he couldnāt get enough of you.
he wasnāt quiet about it, either.
itās only been three months since the baby was born, youāre drying the dishes, minding your own business, yet heās already trying to put the idea of getting you pregnant again in your mind.
two muscular arms wrap around your waist, chest against your back, chin resting on your shoulder. "cominā to bed?" he asks, pressing a slow kiss to the side of your neck.
"not yet, still have stuff to do," you respond, melting into your husbands embrace.
toji hums lowly, hands moving under your shirt and splaying across your soft tummy ā slowly losing its roundness as the months go by. "miss when there was a bump," he says.
you scoff, "you miss when i was fat?"
"miss all of it," he mumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck, tone slightly needy.
he squeezes the softness of your tummy, making you elbow him instinctively.
toji just grins faintly, unaffected by your attempt at shooing him away. "what, canāt love on my wife now?" he purrs, pressing himself more firmly against you.
"sure you can. just not there. still working on losing the tummy," you say with a small sigh, finishing up the last few plates.
not that you could see your husbands expression ā but if you could, youād see him practically pouting at your response.
"do that and iām shavinā my head," he warns, knowing how much you adore his hair. he adored your body, no matter how much it had changed. in fact, your new curves only made him want you more.
if that were even possible.
your thicker thighs, fuller breasts, the extra chub on your tummyā¦ fuck. you were a sight for sore eyes.
"toji fushiguro. if you dare-"
"i want another," he interrupts, rubbing his hands all over your tummy, reminiscing about when it was round with his kid.
"do you want another kid, or do you just want to see me pregnant again?" you say, raising an eyebrow, turning around to face him.
his hands find your hips, gripping them possessively, massive frame pinning you against the counter once more.
"both. cmon, doll. just one more."
"youāre insane. itās only been a few months," you argue, trying to ignore the disappointment suddenly showing on his stupidly handsome face.
a face that was extremely difficult to say no to.
"since when can we afford another kid? weāre still paying off the hospital bills from the first one. which might i remind you, was only three months ago.Ā ā
toji smiles at you like he doesnāt have a care in the world. "so iāll work extra, anythinā you need, iāll do it."
you tilt your head, narrowing your eyes at him, knowing a straight ānoā would crush him right now. you settle for a safer answer.
"ā¦iāll consider it."
toji grins like heās won the lottery. "atta girl," he says, picking you up and draping you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, carrying you over to the bedroom.
"put me down!!" you giggle, kicking your feet. "ā¦i didnāt even say yes!"
heād squeeze a yes out of you by your second orgasm at least.
Being curled up in Sukunaās lap with his forearm slotted between your thighs. Heās playing with your pussy lazily, fingering you nice n deep while you paw and mouth at his pecs. Your eyes are closed, smearing drool messily over his chest and moaning quietly as you suck and bite at his nipplesā¦
You run over the list of things in your head one more time and just to make sure, you ask Seungcheol if you got everything. From his pocket, he pulls out the small paper with a note you'd made for him because unlike you, as much as he insisted he wouldn't forget anything, he always left something behind. While a little offended (he's still checking it, isn't he?), he accepted it since you'd used stationery with his favorite character on it to write it over. After confirming you do, you check you'd turned off everything in the house and lock up before heading out.
Today you'd spend a day out at the beach, and it will make your baby boy's first time meeting the sea.
Seungcheol drives carefully, eyes on the road, one hand steady at the wheel, the other resting on your thigh with his thumb drawing circles over your bare skin lovingly. Occasionally, his eyes drift to the rear view mirror, checking for traffic, lips curving into a soft smile while also checking in on your little one sitting securely in his car seat. The trip is a bit long, so you make a rest stop, and for the rest of the way you switch to the backseat to check on your son. For the most part, he's already having the time of his life, cooing and babbling along once Seungcheol plays a song he likes a lot.
It really is a perfect day to spend outside, sunny with no sign of clouds, just a clear blue sky above the endless turquoise sea. Since you left early, it isn't too crowded. Once you choose a spot, Seungcheol puts your bags down and busies himself setting the umbrella to shelter yourselves from the constant sunrays beating down on you while you hold up baby in your arms, the both of you staring at him while he works. Baby's squinting his eyes at the landscape, at whatever it is his daddy's doing, still a little drowsy from his nap in the car and trying to make sense of the new surroundings.
Once you're settled, you sit down on the stripped beach towel and begin the battle of trying to put on some sunscreen on baby. His long lashes flutter every time you carefully brush your hand over his face, his chubby cheeks and he lets out a happy squeal when you boop his nose before applying some more. He's wiggling where he sits while trying to grab your fingers or reach for the bottle the entire time. Then you adjust his little swimming trunks and shirt, before placing a bucket hat over his smooth mop of dark hair.
"You're ready, baby?" Seungcheol lifts him in his arms, looking way more excited than your baby boy and you can't help but smile at them both. You don't think he intended to match with your baby again, but he's also wearing what he called his 'vacation hat' and honestly you think it's adorable. You love how easy it is for him to slip into the role, how amazing he is as a father. "You're coming love?" He looks at you, adjusting baby in his big arms exposed by the white tank top he's wearing, making sure to support his bottom and his back as he also turns searching for his mommy.
"I'll join you boys later." You smile and usher them off, saying you're good just admiring the scenery for now and that you'll just watch them. Seungcheol's lip juts out in a small frown but nods. It's a little strange, you're usually the first to drop everything to get into the water.
This is when the fun really begins. Carefully, Seungcheol treads into the water, staying at a safe distance from the shore. When he turns so he's facing in your direction, you catch your baby's expression: he's staring down at the water warily. At Seungcheol's first attempt to lower him into the water he tenses up, curling his chubby legs and shrinking into himself so his tiny feet avoid it completely. You chuckle, expression softening as you pick Seungcheol's voice from where you sit, encouraging and reassuring. However, your baby is not convinced, as he does exactly the same thing the second time, and then a third.
The first warning comes in a sniffle, then it happens. He starts to cry and you feel that thing, that pang in your heart that parents feel when they hear their children cry. You can tell Seungcheol does too, any trace of lightheartedness vanishing from his features, instead doing his best to not go into panic mode. And your motherly instincts suddenly kick in. You stand up, shrugging off your sundress leaving you only in your swimsuit before you march over to them.
"No, no, no. It's okay. You don't like it?" He's trying to calm baby down, swaying him in his arms and hushing him gently. Nothing is really working for his cries only grow louder, tugging at his heartstrings. Decidedly, looks like in fact he doesn't like it. He's about to step out when he looks over to you. You're no longer sitting over the towel under the shade of the umbrella, but making your way over.
"What's wrong? What's making my baby boy upset?" You step closer, rubbing your hand on baby's back soothingly. His cries calm down, and he stares at you, big shiny eyes welling up with more tears before his tiny arms reach for you. Seungcheol lets you take him. "There we go. You're just like daddy, huh? Don't like the beach much?" You keep talking to him, the more you go on, the more that tension eases off both of you when there's no signs of your baby about to start crying again.
"What?" you say after a while, getting flustered feeling Seungcheol's eyes on you. And he blinks, like you snapped him out of his reverie, a smirk appearing on his face instead. It amazes him that after all this time, you still get flustered because of him. He's not one to talk honestly because he reacts the same way when it comes to you too.
"What?"
"You're staring." you keep your eyes downcast and on your baby as he snuggles closer to you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
'Kinda hard not to." He bites his lip, a hunger in his gaze that he should leave for when you two are alone but he can't help it. You two should definitely come here more often so he doesn't forget how good bikinis look on you. He betrays as much, for he continues, "I can't believe we didn't come here sooner and missed seeing you wearing that tiny bikini with your baby bump."
Your reaction is immediate, head snapping up to look at him with wide eyes, a rosy tint on your cheeks that may be from the sun, may not. He's laughing, "Cheol!" you chide.
"What?" he manages when he controls his laughter enough to try and play innocent but that smug smile gives him away, inching closer to rest his hands at your sides. "We can still come back, right?"
"Right," You agree, back to avoiding his gaze with a frown that you totally don't mean, fighting the way his words affect you, "Me all round and swollen." you add sarcastically. How sexy.
He leans over, his voice going deeper as he speaks lowly, lips brushing your ear making your breath hitch, "Mmm you better stop talking to me like that, love."
"I'm serious." Even though your voice doesn't come out as steady as you'd wish, "Baby is right here."
"Should I remind you how we made baby?"
But he pulls away, and you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding, getting some relief from the warmth wrapping all over your body. "I'm serious too. You looked beautiful, and so you do now."
Obviously, after your pregnancy your body has suffered changes. Some days it's easier to face them, thinking you went through them to bring your baby to the world. Other days it's harder to reconcile with them, to think you look good when your eyes lock on stretch marks, that little extra weight, and feel confident about it. But Seungcheol is right there when you can't see the things he does.
When you finally stopped pretending his words didn't have any power over you and looked at him with a genuine smile, his mind went peacefully quiet, knowing he'd won. You'd won too; you sometimes wondered if you deserved him.
"Okay, why don't we give it a last try?" your attention went back to baby. There was no trace of him being upset anymore as those round eyes landed on your face. You bounced him up in your arms once just for him to give you that gummy smile, his bottom front teeth peeking briefly.
Carefully, you lowered yourself into the water. He started kicking, little arms flailing as he grew a little fussy at the feeling of being partly submerged, the cool water enveloping you two. "Better now? Yeah, daddy got better taste with me too." You took the opportunity to tease Seungcheol and how he'd grown to like the beach after meeting you. Just a little.
Seungcheol didn't even protest, marveled at the sight, "He's not crying."
"Now don't jinx it."
"No," he laughed, "It must be you. You have thisā¦ connection with the ocean."
"And you think baby somehow picks that up?"
"Well apparently I stressed him out." Seungcheol pouts and you can't help but laugh. He doesn't really mind because you do look so serene here, and his son is having a good time now. He seriously can't ask for more.
Eventually, baby does start to get heavy in your arms, so Seungcheol gets out to fetch his floatie. Once he's placed securely in it, you adjust the canopy over his head to protect him from the sun, your hands holding the inflatable and keeping him close. "Comfortable?" you coo, to what he totally ignores you now in favor of staring down at the water.
Seungcheol stays back with him when you step out. In your hurry earlier you didn't even put on sunscreen, and you're hoping it's not too late to stop yourself from getting a nasty sunburn, though you can already feel the beginning of it. You grab a towel to dry up, and just as you grab the bottle, a voice startles you.
"Need help with that?"
A man, a total stranger that you hadn't even noticed where he came from, stands just beside your setup. You smile politely and decline, hoping he'd leave. He doesn't take the hint, prompted instead to ask if you're here alone.
Since you're the one dealing with this situation - which isn't amusing in the slightest-, it's a pity you can't witness it from an outside point of view, where you would be able to see Seungcheol - because only that would've turned it into the second funny event of the day -. He's currently pointing down at the water for baby to see the fish, but when he looks up and catches on to what's happening back at shore, the smile gets wiped out of his face, tensing up and looking like he's guarding off territory. The sheer audacity of this man to flirt with you - he's totally flirting with you, look at how he's looking at you!- while he's standing right here, while your baby is standing right here? Oh he's pissed.
That's when you answer that in fact you're not alone and that you're spending the day with your family, and the guy happens to looks over. That he's standing at a safe distance away in the water right beside a cute chunky baby in a floatie does not render the buff man next to it less intimidating, the white, now see through tank top that sticks to him doing nothing to hide his muscular body. Pair that with a scowl having a very obvious target. The stranger's smile falters, quick to look back at you and dismiss himself wishing you a nice day. Just like that, Seungcheol's sour mood is gone and he's smiling back down at his son who has no idea about what just happened but smiles back at his daddy like he does, letting out happy giggles when he gets water ladled gently over him while being careful to avoid his eyes, blinking every time from the sensation of water trickling down his body.
"You saw that, didn't you?" you ask once you step back into the water and Seungcheol wraps an arm around you, nuzzling his face into your neck while your hands hold baby's inflatable. Aaand he was busted. Now, it's not like he'd ever have doubts about you: you're it for each other. And he's far from being insecure. He'sā¦ Seungcheol. He's like that. You smile, bringing a hand up to scratch the short hairs on his nape lovingly. This is just your clingy, very affectionate, very protective, and a little possessive Seungcheol.
Later when you take a break from bathing, it's time for lunch. It's really hot, so you also enjoy some fresh fruit; you feed your son the ones you cut into small, bite size pieces, wipe his face and little hands from the juice when he chooses to take it himself. He's not very picky, except maybe for the sour ones. One time you'd tried giving him a lemon slice just to see, and he'd given you the utmost betrayed look you'd seen before it morphed into a puckered face. You'd felt bad in the moment but now you think back to it as a funny memory.
The next activity is sandcastle building, Seungcheol doing most of the heavy lifting. Your son sits between your legs watching him and exploring the ground, while you keep him from bringing fistfuls of sand into his mouth. Apart from that, he's more than happy to let everyone know he's the owner of a tiny plastic shovel that he holds up on his iron baby grip - you'd never understand how babies were suddenly so strong. It always took a while to get him to let go once he got hold of your hair or Seungcheol's chains-, swatting it against the ground over and over. Later, you get into the water some more, walk along the shore, pointing at the seabirds flying across the sky, baby's eyes following curiously.
They say that when you're having fun, time flies by. Suddenly, it's late afternoon, and it won't be long til you're heading back home. You've washed up, changed. With a clean diaper and clean clothes, your baby boy lays in the middle of the beach towel, sleeping soundly like a little prince, beat after spending the day playing. You're both staring at him, you tracing a finger softly over one of his little arms. Seungcheol smiles into your hair from where he sits behind you, your back pressed to his chest, sighs contentedly as he nuzzles his face into your neck. Your own smile widens. "Today was nice, wasn't it?"
"Only if you're as happy as I feel."
"I am." you admit, melting more into his embrace, "I have you, our baby, we're in a beautiful placeā¦"
"We should come back." you say after a moment of reveling in the silence. "With our children."
You can practically see and feel Seungcheol's smile now at your words, his hold tightening around you just a little like he doesn't know what to do with so much uncontained happiness. "Yeah." he breathes out, "Yeah, I'd really love that."
"Who would've thought, huh? Mr. I don't like the beach."
"Well you love it." he continues with his reasoning, unintendedly stealing your breath as if you were hearing it for the first time, "And I love you."
"I love both of you." He takes the opportunity of you turning slightly so you can look at him to bring his hand up to the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair, and pulls you in for a kiss. Soft and sweet, he's smiling into it.
When he looks at how you're staring at him when he pulls away, he can see it written all over your face before you even utter those three words back.
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