Need Somebody To Love.

You were already soaked from making out earlier. Hoseok settled between your thighs, rubbing the head of his cock between your folds making you shiver.

He took his time kissing your neck sloppily as he squeezed your breasts until you were squirming on your bed.

“Hobaa.. please,” you whine, needing him to put his cock inside already.

“I know, princess,” he whispered in your ears as he slowly slid into you with one smooth deep thrust.

You gasped, arching off the bed as he started immediately moving. A steady rhythmic pace that was almost lazy, Breathing so heavily on your face.

The feeling of his shaft sliding in and out, stroking your sensitive walls was so overwhelming, your eyes rolled back into your head. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, trying to get him deeper.

“Fuck,” He let out a a soft grunt feeling you squeeze around his cock.

He kissed you, swallowing your moans. His hands were everywhere—in your hair, on your face, gripping your hips to keep his slow, maddening pace. You were getting lost in it, in the feel of him moving inside you, in the heat of his skin, soft wet noises that your pussy makes.

He watched your face change. Seeing your eyes get a little unfocused, your mouth soft and slack. He saw the moment you slipped into that quiet, pliant headspace. He smiled nudging his nose and lips on your cheek.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured against you, his voice thick with affection. He kept the pace steady, rocking his hips into you. Keeping you right there on the blissful edge.

His gaze drifted to the huge mirror in front your bed, and the corner of his lips lifted as an idea struck him.

Then, he slowed. Pulling almost all the way out making you whine at the loss. "Shh," he soothed, kissing your cheek. "I've got you. Turn over."

Rolling you to your stomach. you went easily, boneless. He arranged you on your knees pulling you hips up as you arch your back, his hands wrapped gently around your forearms pulling you back to him, supporting you as your hazy headspace made your entire body weaken.

“Eyes up, princess,” he said softly.

You blinked slowly, dizzy enough that it took you a few seconds to finally look up.

The mirror on the wall was right in front of you. You saw yourself—hair messed up, skin flushed pink, lips swollen. You looked fucked-out and peaceful.

You saw him move behind you. He guided his throbbing cock back inside with one hand as the other locked around your elbows like it was nothing, keeping you still. You moaned, your head dropping for a second.

“Look,” his voice firmer now. Setting a deep and hard pace, his hips slamming into your ass with a sound that filled the room. Your head was too heavy to hold up. Dropping forward, voice so small as you let out incoherent words.

“ i- i can’..” voice vibrating from the force of his thrusts.

He tsk a sound, wrapping one arm around your waist pulling you hard on his chest as his hand help your chin up.

“Open up,” he demands.

You opened your mouth, pushing two fingers inside. They pressed down on your tongue, making you drool on his fingers.

“Suck,” he said

You closed your lips around his fingers and sucked. Applying a weak rhythmic pressure. It was easy. Almost comforting as It gave you something to do.

“Yeahh..good girl”

“Now look at your pretty face on the mirror,” he said pounding harder into you.

You were trapped. In a good way. Your eyes went back to the mirror.

You saw it all. You saw your face, your cheeks hollow from sucking his fingers. Watching the tears that tracked silently down your cheeks from the sheer, overwhelming everything of it. You saw how your breasts bounced every time he pushed into you. You watched his face, a mask of fierce concentration and adoration, his eyes glued to where his fingers disappeared between your lips.

It was a lot. Too much. But you couldn't look away. He wouldn't let you.

“That’s it ,princess” he rasped, His breath was hot on your neck. “Juuust like that. See how pretty you are? See how well you take it?”

He was everywhere. Inside you. In your mouth. In your sight. He was the only solid thing in your soft, dissolving world.

“Good girl,”he rasped, the words vibrating through his chest and into your back. The praise sank into you, warm and steady, even as his thrusts became frantic, losing their rhythm. “Perfect girl. Just like that. Don't look away.”

It happened fast. One second you were lost in the rhythm, his fingers heavy on your tongue, your eyes glued to your own wrecked reflection. The next, a hot, sharp wave curled low in your belly, a clenching, electric pulse that stole your breath and your thoughts.

You didn't make a sound. Your mouth just hung open around his fingers as you held your breath. Your eyes went blank in the mirror. Your body locked up, every muscle tight, and he could feel your cunt pulsing around him, gripping him in waves.

“Oh fuck—” his voice cracked.

It sent him over the edge. slamming into you hard, burying himself deep, and then he was coming. The first spurt hit inside you, hot and thick. He groaned, a low, broken sound, his hips jerking against your against your ass.

It was so warm. So wet. It filled you up spreading deep in your belly. The feeling of it, the sudden wet heat, made your own orgasm kick harder. Your pussy clenched again, milking him, pulling more out of him.

“Shit—“ he gasped. “Keep doing that—“

He kept coming. Long, thick spurts that he could feel pumping out of him. Each one made you twitch around him. Your body kept squeezing, kept pulling. It was like you were trying to take everything he had.

The feeling was dirty and perfect. You were Stuffed. warm and slippery. It was too much to hold. Some of it leaked out around his cock, dripping down your thighs, wetting the sheets under you.

His chest pressed against your back, his breath hot and ragged on your neck. His cock kept twitching inside you, giving little spurts of cum even after he thought he was done. Your pussy kept squeezing back, little aftershocks that made him whimper.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck, baby.”

You just stayed there, limp and used, your body still shaking. You could feel everything. The mess between your legs. The wet spot growing under you. The warmth of his cum inside you. The weight of him on your back.

He finally moved. He slowly pulled out, and the feeling made you gasp. Empty. Wet. A gush of his cum followed, warm and thick, sliding out of you and down your thighs.

He turned you onto your back. His eyes went straight to the mess between your legs. His cum was still leaking out of you, a slow white drip that pooled on the sheets. He stared at it. His jaw was tight. His eyes were dark.

“Look at that,” he said, his voice rough. He reached down and ran two fingers through the mess, spreading it around. “Look at what I did to you.”

You looked down. Your thighs were wet. Your pussy was red and swollen. His cum was everywhere, slick and shiny on your skin.

He brought his fingers up to your mouth. “Taste.”

You opened your mouth and he pushed his fingers inside. You sucked them clean. The taste was salty and bitter and him. His eyes watched you, hungry.

“Good girl,” he said. “All mine.”

He leaned down and kissed you, slow and deep, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You could taste both of you mixed together. It was filthy. It was perfect.

When he pulled back, he was smiling. Soft now. His eyes looked almost doe-like, open and unguarded, filled with affection. He brushed your hair off your face.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

You shook your head. Words were still hard.

“Good.” He kissed your forehead. “Let's get you cleaned up ᡣ𐭩.”

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A/N: holy… this was so intense and im very proud of this one cuz it really effected me lol just honest emotions here.

Seungcheol asks this while hugging you from behind, his palms sliding under your round stomach, and automatically picking up the extra weight without a second thought.

Your dull ache minimizes, and so do your negative feelings, your body naturally relaxing into your husband's. "It'd be better if you order dessert to our house in the next twenty minutes."

Your husband laughs, his kiss sweet against your shoulder as he nods his head in agreement.

Whatever you want, he's happy to provide, but he's going to hold you the whole time.

JEONGHAN - Jeonghan is staring at you, but that's pretty normal.

He always seemed to stare at you even back when you two were just dating, but now that you're pregnant with his kid?

"You could take a picture, y'know?" You teased. You had just stepped out of the shower, still naked, as you met Jeonghan's eyes through the mirror.

He was looking at you with soft eyes, a little smile playing on his lips as he leaned against the doorframe that led to your shared bedroom.

"And who said I haven't?" Jeonghan mused, earning an affectionate eyeroll from you. You felt normal, just bigger, rounder - especially in the stomach and breasts, but that was a given. Your body was changing, growing, and it made sense why your husband would stare lovingly.

He always told you that you were glowing, but you're pretty sure it's just him developing dad-brain. So, you shake your head, continuing your after-shower routine as your husband watched.

But it wasn't long before his self-control waned and he came up closer, grabbing your full hips as you combed your hair. His hands rubbed, massaging your hips, your waist, up to your breasts - giving them a squeeze. "So pretty," he praised, and your cheeks flushed as he dipped lower towards your round stomach.

When he lifted your belly softly, his arms flexed, holding the weight you carried daily now as his kid grew and his eyes softened even more.

"I love you."

JOSHUA - Ever since you got pregnant, you couldn't get your husband's hands off of you. He had become glued to you like your own personal bodyguard who had to have his hand on you somewhere, anywhere, at all times.

You wanted to go grocery shopping? Joshua had his large hand on your lower back, slowing his steps to your adorable waddle as you insisted on pushing the cart yourself.

You were washing dishes after a lovely dinner for the two of you? He's drying the clean dishes right next to you, his biceps brushing your shoulder every few seconds like your personal bubble was his.

He'd always accompany each touch with a compliment, telling you how beautiful you were, how much he loved you. It had seemed your pregnancy had only made him more smitten as time went on, and you were definitely not complaining. Especially when he'd twirl you around in his arms, his hands coming down to your stomach to caress as he pointed his next compliments to his child with soft eyes.

He'd tease your kid that they needed to be nice to you while you carried them, and like your kid could hear their dad, you felt your baby stretch into your ribs. "Oh, already doing the complete opposite, they must be yours." You teased, and Joshua rolled his eyes with a happy grin.

"More like they're like their mama, stubborn." He bantered, and his hands lowered, lifting your growing stomach with ease. His forearms flexed, and the weight on your hips eased, letting you melt back into your husband's chest with a happy noise.

"If I recall correctly, I'm pretty sure you told me you liked my stubbornness." You mused, and Joshua's little scoff of laughter tickled your neck before he gave the curve of your ear a soft peck.

"Yeah, and I will be lucky if my kid inherits anything of yours. Whether it's stubbornness or just your love, I'll love you both with all my heart."

JUN - Jun's love language had always been acts of service.

It didn't matter if he came home from a long, exhausting day at work; the moment he saw you, he'd drag you onto the couch with him, your feet pulled onto his lap, and ask you to tell him about your day as he started to massage the curve in your foot.

That was just who your husband was. Caring to a default, and he'd become even more doting when you two had found out you were pregnant.

Suddenly, it went from foot massages to him insisting he could take care of the chores. He'd already taken out the trash, you had deemed that a "boy job", and as you moved into your third trimester, he had become more stubborn in taking on your chores too.

It was like you were some delicate flower when you only felt like an elephant with how much your body changed as your baby grew, and Jun was nothing but loving every step of the way.

He never complained when you stole his pillow to use under your back when you two slept; he never said anything when you woke him up at three am, craving something that brought you out of your sleep and close to tears until he gave you a soft kiss, letting you know he'd get it for you, no matter what time it was and how much sleep he had.

He'd do anything for you, so when he notices that you hold your stomach every now and then, a little discomfort displaying on your face, he turns to the internet to figure out what's going on.

He finds his answer in the first link he's shown, and his eyes soften as he realizes just how much you had to deal with, even when he tried to make everything easier for you.

So, he does his best to help more.

It becomes routine for him to seek you out whenever you two are home, or even when you two are out and about - he'd simply bring you close, kissing your shoulder briefly before he picked up the extra weight in your stomach with his two hands.

It never failed to make him grin as you melted in his arms, sighing in relief as he held you, and he would stay like that for as long as you'd let him before you two continued with whatever you had been doing prior, but not before you gave him another kiss as a thank you.

HOSHI - "Just five more minutes," you sighed. Your eyes were closed as you spoke the words, your body tilting more into Hoshi's as you held onto his forearms. You could feel the veins that ran down to his wrists, and the way his forearms flexed along with his biceps as he held you close.

You could probably fall asleep just like this, standing up, with Hoshi holding your stomach. It's a relief you didn't know you needed during your pregnancy until your husband was telling you he wanted to try something out.

Supposedly, one of his friends mentioned this trend for pregnant women, and Hoshi all but perked up like a dog hearing their favorite words.

If there was anything, anything at all, to help you during your pregnancy, he was going to do it. He'd scoured the internet for tips for new parents, he read baby books in between work, and when he was home, he cornered you like you were going to run from him as he gave you a look that made you raise your eyebrows sceptically.

But as soon as his strong arms wrapped around you, holding your stomach, and letting the dull ache from your lower back disappear? You were putty in his hands.

"We could do more than five minutes, my love," Hoshi said softly, right by your ear, and a shiver ran up your spine as you felt his fingers flex, squeezing you affectionately. "I can do this all night, I mean- you've been doing this every day for the last six months. Let me take over for you."

WONWOO - When you approach your husband, Wonwoo's entire attention reverts to you. His eyes soften, taking in your lovely smile, the glow that he liked to claim was there way before you ever got pregnant, and then finally to your growing stomach.

His heart skips a beat, fluttering in his chest with a warmth that leaves him lost for words, before his eyes flicker back up to yours. "Hello, my love," He hums, and you get a kiss before you can greet him back. "What can I do for you?"

Ever since you got pregnant, Wonwoo had been adamant about providing for your needs even more than he already did. He was the one to go out at any time of the day for whatever your pregnancy craved. He was the one to bring your legs up to his lap, massaging your muscles until you were putty in his hands. He was the one he wanted you to turn to for anything, regardless of whether you were pregnant or not.

So, when you ask him to hold you with flushed cheeks, he can't help but smirk at such an easy request.

"Of course, my love." But before he gets the chance to reach for you, you're shaking your head, a giggle escaping as you move his hands lower.

"No, hold me here, my love."

And then it clicked, and his smile grew as he stepped closer to you.

"Oh?" He hummed, and his hands caressed your growing stomach with soft rubs, lowering until he could lift the extra weight with ease, and the relief was immediate for you. Your lips parted with a cute little "oh!" and your gasp came out before you could stop it.

His large hands barely had to flex to hold your stomach, and he watched with an amused grin as your shoulders sagged in happiness, your hands resting on his chest as you shuffled closer to your husband.

"Just for a few minutes, please." You were so cute asking him with wide blinks, and he couldn't help but lean down, kissing you with a slow kiss that had you melting even further into him.

"Anything for you, my love. I can do this all day."

WOOZI - Woozi was hovering. He was always hovering around you ever since the two of you found out you were expecting. It was like he was in fight or flight mode, trying to be there for you as a partner, but not sure how he could help you the best.

He seemed to have a permanent furrowed brow, his lips set in determination for something you weren’t entirely sure of. It was like he waiting for something, anything, with a tense body that actually distracted you from the way the baby inside your stomach was stretching its little limbs against your rib cage.

Motherhood, how magical.

Seven months along, and you felt like a whale. Your breasts were fuller, your stomach was rounder, your hips ached with your lower back - and there was your husband, hovering like you might let out a warrior cry before running away to leave him dazed and confused. It made you snort, rolling your eyes affectionately as you folded the clean laundry.

“If you’re going to be a helpful baby daddy, at least make yourself useful.” You teased, and your lover blinked, staring at you, dumbfounded for a moment.

“Huh?”

“Come here, make your hands useful for me.” You nodded your head in one direction, beckoning him closer as you folded a towel. You figured he’d either help you fold or help you put away the folded laundry. What you didn’t expect was for him to stand behind you and easily lift your stomach, instantly relieving you of the weight you carried every day now. “Oh!”

“Does this help? I saw it somewhere.”

Your head tilted back, your body naturally leaning back towards him. “Oh my god, never let me go.”

“Never dreamt of it.”

MINGHAO - You were grumpy, and you honestly didn't even mean to be. It was just everything.

You felt bloated, a little hot, a little overstimulated, a little tired, and a lot hungry. Pregnancy had been smooth sailing until you reached your third trimester, but after that, you felt a little crazy. You were ready to get a full night's sleep without a mountain of pillows to assist. Or better yet, if you didn't have to waddle everywhere. You felt like a penguin about to go exploring just to make it to your kitchen.

And you had decided no one could ever complain about back pain other than you. Your child was something you truly felt was testing your body as its own personal martial arts studio, or gymnasium, and you were ready for it all to be done.

The little app you had for your pregnancy said it was the size of a large cantaloupe, and you could feel it. Your hips and lower back ached, and that was just from standing still. So, yeah, you were grumpy, and your husband seemed to be getting the brunt of your sassiness as he greeted you with a smile.

"How are my beautiful loves?" He hummed, stepping into the kitchen to get closer to you.

Normally, you'd match his grin, give him a kiss, but all you could do was pout, stopping him in his tracks as you gave him a pointed look. "Don't even play with me right now."

Your husband was lucky you had missed the way he bit his lip to hold in his laugh, or you'd surely explode in your feelings.

Pregnancy, in his eyes, had made you even cuter than before, but he might be biased since it was his kid you were carrying. "Tell me what you need, let me take care of you." Hao mused, and you couldn't help but melt a little at his words, even if your pout remained the same.

"If you could carry your kid the rest of the way, I'd appreciate it." You didn't mean to be sarcastic, but your emotions had been a whirlwind since you woke up, and it came out before you could stop it.

Luckily for you, Minghao was your husband, and his smile only grew fonder as he moved closer. He took your words literally, and his hands wrapped under your stomach, easily lifting it, and relieving your little aches as he gave a little laugh. "Always. You just need to ask, my love, and I'll do anything for you."

Only your husband could turn your mood around in less than three minutes.

MINGYU - It has become somewhat of a routine between you and Mingyu when it was time for you to get up from wherever you may have been sitting previously.

Whether you were relaxing on the couch in the living room or simply getting out of the car, it had become increasingly more difficult now that you were pregnant. You felt bloated more towards your third trimester, and it took a lot of energy to move if you didn't get some kind of assistance.

It wasn't that you were unable to do things on your own; it was more that your face would pinch into a little wince whenever you did. The weight of your kid pressing into your ribs or back is enough to make you suck in a sharp breath and for your husband to almost insist you spend the rest of your pregnancy bedridden.

Which, if anyone knew you, that would be ridiculous - so you came up with a compromise.

Your husband, Mingyu, would become your anchor. He was always hovering around you anyway, mumbling about "need to protect both my loves." So, it became instinctive to reach for your husband's hand when getting around.

You still waddled and still insisted you could do it yourself, but nevertheless, your hand would go to his, and you were rewarded with kisses to your temple once you were standing on your own two feet.

"I know you can, but let me take care of you anyway," Mingyu murmured, and before you could rebut, his warm hands slid around your waist and underneath your stomach, lifting the weight from your hips and giving you further relief.

All sass left your body as you sighed, relaxing into your man's strong arms with a dreamy smile that matched his. "Fine, but don't let me go then."

"I wasn't planning to."

DK - Computer? How do I get my very pregnant wife out of the bathtub? She won't leave.

DK was kneeling on the right side of the bathtub, eyebrows furrowed with slight worry as he watched you. You had been in this tub of water for an hour, and you were pruning. "C'mon, Baby, get out, and I'll dry you off. Any longer, our baby is going to turn into a mermaid."

This made you snort, your lips curving up as your eyes flickered to the swell of your stomach poking out of the water. You were eight months pregnant and bath time was the only time the small ache of carrying his kid was relieved off your back and hips.

You waddled, you slept with eight pillows, and you were tired. You honestly weren't sure if you could lift yourself up, which made another round of sleepy giggles erupt from you as you stared at your husband with love. "Baby, I might just sleep here."

You watched with amusement as Seokmin brought his phone out, typing into the little screen with another furrow of his eyebrows, and you snorted at his search.

"Help me?" You asked with a grin, and Dokyeom was already snaking his hands around your hips, using a firm but gentle touch to help you. He didn't care if his clothes got wet; he was always happy to be your anchor as you leaned on him.

When you stood up, his hands naturally caressed your tummy, still in awe at how strong you were to carry his kid. And when he lifted your tummy a little, carrying the extra weight, your lips parted.

"Oh!" Dokyeom found a new favorite pastime for you, other than bath time, and he was perfectly happy with it - he wanted the extra practice before he carried his kid everywhere anyway.

SEUNGKWAN - It was no surprise that the moment your husband came home and saw you, he'd launch into a rant about his day like he'd been dying to since the moment he had to leave your side. You and he were truly best friends and lovers all wrapped up in one. You were the first person he wanted to tell anything to, and you felt the same.

It was a routine at this point that if one of you came home, you'd drag the other onto the sofa, giving a play-by-play of the day with the utmost seriousness. You got the gossip, the missed funny moments, everything - and when you became pregnant? Well, now it was a party of three.

But instead of your husband leading you to the couch like normal, he'd simply drop everything as soon as he crossed through the door and dropped to his knees before you. It had progressed to you barely getting a kiss in greeting before your baby, who snuggled into your ribs with a little annoyance for your comfort.

Seungkwan would simply kiss your growing stomach, his eyes sparkling as he flickered from your tummy to you, then back to your fuller stomach. "Have you been being nice to your mom while I was away?" He would hum, and your eyes rolled affectionately as you fought to keep your smile at bay.

"No, your little tangerine actually has been tiresome since you left - I think they know you're gone, they get restless." You teased, and Seungkwan's eyes sparkled brighter, his lips pressing another kiss to your tummy as he shook his head.

"Well, we can't have any of that." His hands move under your stomach, lifting the extra weight and relieving your hips of the little ache you got from carrying his child throughout the day. You sighed happily, and Seungkwan grinned up at you. He was still on his knees, carrying your stomach gently, and his hum was soft as he launched into his day.

He told his growing family all about his workday right in the middle of the entrance way, never once letting go of your stomach as he talked more to your belly than to you.

Eventually, you three would make it to the sofa, but for now, if he could hold you both, he didn't mind the bite in his knees as he kneeled on the wooden floors, his heart full and warmed with love.

VERNON - You don't even realize Vernon is watching you until he's suddenly right behind you.

You're seven months pregnant with his child, and it's beginning to take a toll. Mornings have become more difficult to roll out of bed. You've got at least six pillows tucked into you to try and ease the discomfort your lower back pings to you, but it's still there. It's become this little ache that accompanies you even when you waddle throughout the house.

Yes, waddle. Vernon says you don't waddle, but his opinion is now irrelevant while you carry his kid.

That's why you don't even notice him step behind you as you clean off the table. Dinner was done, and Vernon had insisted you rest while he cleaned up everything, but old habits die hard, and you're a little winded after a few swipes of the table.

"I told you to rest," Vernon murmurs softly and gently, and you're about to retort back before his hands slide around your round stomach, lifting the weight and immediately rendering you speechless.

"Oh!" You're mouth drops, and the back ache is momentarily gone as your husband holds you up.

It makes Vernon grin to see you like this, and he kisses your shoulder as you melt back into his body. "That's it, let me take care of you, Mamas."

DINO - Ever since you got pregnant, your husband has been online more than usual.

It's usually accompanied by a furrowed brow and multiple looks in your direction, but you figured he was trying to learn as much as he could about being a first-time parent. All you cared about were the actual doctor visits and the little app on your phone that told you your baby was the size of a mango today.

The thought was hard to process, but it made you motivated to eat fruit when you saw the message, so you found yourself pacing through your kitchen. You brought out fruit, the cutting board, your favorite knife, which you believed could probably cut through anything, and got to work making two bowls.

And it wasn't because you were eating for two. You rolled your eyes at the silly thought, your lips curving into a grin before you flickered your eyes to your left, where your husband had followed you.

That was the other thing: if your husband wasn't at work, he seemed to be your personal shadow, following you into each room, regardless of whether he had been in the middle of doing something.

You could feel him approach quietly, and you hummed as you put the same fruit equally between the two bowls. "I'm making you one, too."

You can hear him set his phone on the counter, his body coming closer from behind, before you feel his lips brush the back of your neck. "I saw something online-" and just as you go to ask him for more details, his large hands slide under your stomach, lifting the extra weight with ease.

The relief to your lower back is instant, and the knife falls onto the cutting board as you gasp. You can feel yourself melt in relief, leaning more into your husband as Dino grins against your shoulder.

"Does that feel good?"

Your little happy noise you make with an eager nod makes him hold you closer, his smile growing fonder by each second that passes.

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you loved every aspect of it, when he would be fucking so deep, the low drag of his dick pulling out from inside you till just his tip remained and he slammed back inside of you.

it was mesmerizing how heavy he was everywhere. how he didn’t need to do much barely lifting a finger or flexing a muscle to move you in any position he wanted.

but it was perfect watching him in missionary his long, bulky figure sweaty above you, his arms anchored at the sides of your head.

steady for him and a reminder for you of how fucking strong he was. how he could hold you in a armlock and fuck you how he wanted.

or he could bend you over anywhere, anyhow and take you cause you were his.

you’d imagine that’s your favorite position anything that demonstrated his otherworldly strength. the slight cut off of your airflow turning your moans get lighter and breathy while he fucked you on his lap.

or maybe a full nelson, feeling the stretch of your legs as sukuna forced you past what you thought your limit was, feeling the burn as he huffed only focusing on cumming and not the desperate squirm of your body with the new found angle.

but no.

your favorite position was missionary, missionary since you can wrap your legs around the sturdy expanse of his waist as he pressed back inside of you.

your arms could wrap, and scratch around his back and pull his large frame over to give you another kiss.

but your favorite part was when you’d press your hand firmly in the middle of his large back, catching him off guard and pressing all 280 pounds of muscle in top of you until you felt your chest constrict.

some might assume you’re a masochist, torturing yourself like this, feeling your body fight underneath your boyfriends as you chased your orgasm.

or maybe feeling the dark tingle in your lower abdomen as he nipped at your neck, eyes slightly wider than usual watching you heave below him but not wanting to stop.

and how hard it was you came when he finally accepted his fate and lessened the weight in his arms to lie fully on you, hearing the breathless gasp escape out your mouth while you scratch and cum helplessly under him.

but even regular life wasn’t much better.

sukuna could chalk it up to a kink, a sick desire you had or a underlying urge to be close to him.

but he couldn’t understand this.

on the train you’d always push to get on the crowded one, even with another a few minutes begin.

insisting that you stood at the door and he covered you, and every single time without fail he crushes you.

his hard body swinging from the influx of people or the harsh curve of the train, pressing you further and further to the door. and it’s not like you would move away, or that you could.

but he would observe your gleaming eyes, the tight hold you’d have on his dress shirt and the bite of your lips as you finally took a deep shaky breath when he would finally get to back an inch away.

though he was also concerned when it was time to sleep.

“c’monnnn kuna” you’d whine spread like a starfish out on your bed while he you watched your shirtless boyfriend at the end of the bed.

whose arms were folded, his eyebrows scrunched as he watched you almost scared.

“this is concerning even for you.”

“please baby, i’m always on top of you anyways.”

“no.”

“no?”

“no.”

yet and still he found himself, not even ten minutes later, laid out on top of you his heavy chest crushing yours again as you hummed underneath him pleased.

“there is no way you’re comfortable under there”, his muffled voice answered as you basically purred, rubbing his back.

“very.”

“and no way you can breathe.”

“gotten used to it.”

you’re unreal. but still he couldn’t be too bothered watching your light breathes when he turned with his bed head and see the small smile splayed out in your face.

and you?

this wouldn’t the last time you’d want sukuna’s full weight.

You blow out a breath as you look into the hallway mirror.

I can do this.

It’s just him.

I'm fine.

A knock at the door interrupts your attempt at encouraging affirmations. You rub your hands on the side of your jeans as you make your way to the front door.

This happens every time.

This feeling.

The nervousness.

You thought you’d feel more settled after the separation, more peace. But it only seemed to fuel your nerves.

You’re the one who brought up the idea of divorce.

You’re the one who walked away first.

But it wasn’t a light decision.

Brendon was your world. Marrying him was the best decision of your life. Even now you wouldn’t change a thing.

After only one year of marriage, you had your baby girl, Claire. She was the absolute light of your and Brendon’s life.

She wanted for nothing because you both promised to give her the world.

Two years later is when things started to slowly fall apart.

As one of the best orthopedic surgeons on the east coast, Brendon worked quite a lot at the hospital and you knew this. The odd hours, the late nights, not seeing him for a day or two at a time.

You understood what came with that and you were on board from the start.

When Claire was born he was so present for you both and was incredibly involved. After those first two years he started working more. More than usual to the point you weren't sure when he’d be home.

You still kept him thoroughly updated with Claire. Sending videos and pictures, even facetiming him during breaks so he could see her.

Then he stopped answering his phone. Replies became scarce with only a ‘read’ receipt as a sign he even saw your texts.

This started to take a toll on you, on your marriage.

It would be one thing if you were the only one to be affected by this but you had a daughter who was now barely seeing her dad.

After a few months of this you confronted Brendon and explained how you were feeling. That you and Claire missed him and that you need him.

You don’t know what caused the boil over but the night ended in raised voices and tears.

Both of you hurt.

At the time Brendon couldn’t see how things were affecting you. So it was no surprise he didn’t take it well when you suggested separating.

He couldn’t lose you or Claire.

But he did anyways.

Pennsylvania law didn’t require a separation period before divorce but you both agreed it would be better to start with that for Claire’s benefit.

It had been several months since that night and every day you were plagued with every emotion and feeling.

Is he happier?

Does he miss you?

Is he seeing anyone?

The thought makes you sick but you reel the feeling back.

You open the door and come face to face with the same handsome face you fell in love with six years ago.

“Hey” he smiles, holding a sleeping Claire in his arms

“Hey Bren,” you return the smile.

You both had agreed that you would have Claire during the week due to his schedule and that he would get her during the weekends. Not the most ideal but you both wanted her to have as much stability with both of her parents.

Brendon also insisted you get the house to stay in with Claire. It was your home too and he’d never take that from you.

“Come in” you hold the door open wider to let them in.

“I see the zoo wore her out” you chuckle lightly.

He turns towards you “Oh you know it. She loved every minute and then fell asleep before we even made it to the parking lot.”

You smile at that. He had sent you pictures of her and him throughout the day, melting your heart with every photo.

“I’m gonna put her down and then I’ll come down.”

You nod as you lean against the hallway wall.

He turns and heads to the stairs up to Claire’s room to put her down.

Your eyes never leave his figure until he turns the hall corner, out of sight.

You let out a breath you had been holding and make your way to the kitchen, bracing your hands on the counter with your head hanging down.

You don’t realize you haven't moved for a few minutes until a voice startles you.

“You okay?”

You look up and see Brendon in the doorway, a look of concern on his face.

A smile forces its way onto your face “Yeah, I’m good. Just tired. Want something to drink?”

He doesn’t look convinced by your answer but chooses to not address it.

“Sure, whatever you’ve got is fine.”

You turn to escape his intense observation and head for the cabinets.

As you go to grab glasses for drinks, Brendon notices a shine on your left hand.

Specifically your ring finger.

There's a ring.

Your wedding ring.

He hadn’t noticed it before, assuming you didn’t want the reminder.

A sliver of hope fills his chest.

This may be his only opportunity. He can’t pass it up.

He leans back against the kitchen counter, arms crossed.

“You still wear it?”

You continue to fix both drinks “Wear what?”

You can’t see him but he nods towards your hand.

“Your ring.”

Your movements still at his words. Slowly you pull your hand towards your chest and lightly twist it on your finger.

“Yeah. I…I do.”

You glance at Brendon, seeing his ring still on. You had looked for it the day after the separation and he had it on. He's had it on the whole time since then, which was months ago.

He braces his hands behind him on the counter “Why?”

You take a shaky breath, heart racing “I…” you still twist the ring around “Because I love you…. And I fucking miss you.”

The last part comes out in a whisper while your eyes fill with tears.

Brendon walks towards you slowly “I think you know how I feel.”

You turn to face him  “I just…. I just wanted you to be here more. I wanted you here with me and Claire. We just wanted you.”

He gets close enough to rest a hand gently on your hip “I've missed you too. I miss having you both under the same roof every day. I know…. I know this is a long shot but could you ever forgive me?”

You look at him for a moment and then walk towards a kitchen drawer and pull some papers out, walking back over and handing them to him.

Brendon takes the papers and looks at the top, his stomach dropping as he reads ‘Divorce Agreement’.

“I haven't signed them...I don't want to…”

Brendon looks up at you, the little bit of hope getting bigger.

Your hand grabs his wrist lightly “You know that loving you was never the problem. I love you more than anything. But the way you work? I can't go through that again, Bren.”

He looks at you and nods “Yeah. Yeah I understand. I uh, I stopped working crazy hours. I might work late here and there but mostly according to my schedule. I wanted more time with Claire. And I...I’d love more time with you too.”

Your eyes widen slightly at the new information.

“You cut your hours?”

Brendon nods “I did. About two months after we, uh, separated.”

You take a step closer to him.

“Brendon,” you start “if this is going to work, I need things to stay consistent as much as it can. I don't want a roommate. I don’t want to beg for your time. I don’t want to compete with it. I want my husband. And Claire needs her dad. I won't jeopardize her needs and happiness.”

He nods his head quickly “I completely agree, sweetheart.” 

The term of endearment slips out, one that was still ingrained in his vocabulary. 

Only for you. 

One that you missed.

“Give me a chance to prove it to you. To show that I’m making the changes.”

You nod as the tears start to fall “Don’t make me regret this Brendon. I can't go through this again.”

He quickly pulls you into a bone crushing hug.

You hug him back and he lets out a long breath as he breathes in your familiar scent. One that he’s missed having surround him everywhere.

“Please come home Bren.” you whisper, in tears.

“You’ve got me sweetheart. You and Claire bear.”

His arms rub up and down your back.

“I’ve missed my girls.”

Your face is pressed into the crook of his neck.

“And we’ve missed you.”

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Once he pushes the door open, you watch as his shoulders completely sag now, relaxing at the sight of you sitting on your side of the bed all cozy and inviting, a book in your hands and looking ready to sleep. You look up, giving him that soft smile you only have for him, while he lets himself fall backwards into bed, his head next to your thigh, and lets out a loud groan because he has to be a little dramatic. That earns him a small laugh from you, and that finally gets him to smile, eyes closing as he relishes in the sound.

You can't bring yourself to scold him about the fact that he's still on his work clothes, so you let it slide this one time. "Hi."

"Hi, baby."

You put your book down on top of your bedside table, then reach over to brush a hand through the soft strands of his hair, smiling again as a sound akin to a purr comes from his throat when you scratch his scalp lovingly. He loves when you do that, he could fall asleep right there with you playing with his hair. "How was work?"

"Terrible." he doesn't miss a beat to answer flatly and you laugh. When you ask him why, he's answering, "You weren't there." making your heart do that treacherous leap it always does from his words.

"Did you have anything to eat? I can heat up dinner for you."

"It's okay baby," He begins while you watch him begin to undo the collar of his shirt, fingers curling around the fabric of his tie and pulling to loosen it, "I grabbed something already. Thank you." Then follows the clink of his belt buckle, opening the clasp before he unbuttons his pants, unzips them and raises his hips slightly so they slide down a little, sighing in relief after spending all day in them.

You know he's not even trying to, but to you he's just effortlessly attractive. The small actions have you unconsciously squirming again. Thankfully, he can't see you from his position.

"Tired?" you're smiling again, only for the fact of him being with you, still brushing your hand through his hair and watching his relaxed features, his long eyelashes fluttering every time you go to repeat the motion. He hums.

Then, without thinking things through, you're asking again with a voice too high pitched, tentative, "Too tired?" because now there's no way you're getting out of it.

One of his eyebrows quirks up, questioning, before he's squinting his eyes open. "Why'd you ask?"

"Nothing." It's too late to backtrack and you should know better already.

As if on cue, there come Seungcheol's next words as he sits up. "Baby, you know I hate it when you're not talking to me." They're dangerous, and they affect you every time, dark eyes seizing you up with calm authority.

"Cheol, you said it. You're tired." you say, further shying away.

Seungcheol catches the way you're squirming. He thinks back to how you sounded on the phone when he told you something at work had came up last minute and he'd have to stay until later, again, after he'd told you he'd be home early today. It's his fault, really. He's biting on his lip, noticing how your body reacts to him despite yourself. But you're making it difficult for no reason because you're not speaking up. If you did, he'd give you what you want.

He grabs your chin, firm, so you have no choice but to face him. Your gaze is still downcast before you gather the courage to meet his eyes, and then he can feel the way your face grow hot as a blush creeps up to your cheeks. "You know I'm never tired for you. Speak to me, baby. What is it?"

You're convinced now that you are pathetic when a whine almost escapes you. There's something about him, that forceful yet gentle way of his that gets you right where he wants you. "I thought we could- I was thinking you'd like it."

Seungcheol keeps his undivided attention on you, patiently waiting for you to finish. "Remember that conversation we had?… About trying something new? In bed?"

"Yeah. You told me you'd think about it." He nods, encouraging you to keep going.

"I'm ready to do it. I wanted- I wanted to surprise you."

It takes a moment for Seungcheol to process your words because you're sitting here in front of him all shy telling him you're ready for him to take you like that. His cock twitches, beginning to stir in his boxers briefs.

"Fuck." He breathes out, "You sure?"

You nod, but you're quick to correct yourself and speak up, "Yes."

"I don't want you to do it just to please me." He checks up one last time, "I want you to want it."

"I want to. Want to make you feel good."

And that's all he needs,

"Get on your hands and knees, baby."

He takes his time, humming appreciatively as you move to follow his command while he stands up, shrugs his suit jacket off, unclasping his watch from his wrist next before placing it on the nightstand. He opens one the drawers and closes it once he finds what he needs.

You feel the bed dip under his weight once he settles on his knees behind you and you squirm, pushing your hips back to his front. It's a slip up on your part, showing your impatience, but he lets you get away with it. And he's the one rolling his hips against your behind, just the feeling of his hard on through your clothes making you bite down on your lip in a failed attempt to hold back a whine. He keeps up with his tantalizing movements, enjoying the way they undo you, and you're already so lost in them you do whine now once he stops to push those flimsy sleeping shorts of yours down. There's a damp spot already in them from your ruined panties. "You know how much I love these. Put them on for me?"

"Yes." your answer comes followed by a whimper when he starts brushing his thick fingers over your clothed core.

"And what? You weren't going to say anything and go to bed all needy like this?" He tuts disapprovingly. You're not sure if he means it for you or for himself because of what he says next, "What would that say about me?" He can't have you or anyone else for that matter believing he doesn't take care of you.

He's pulling your panties down too, watches as they stick to your cunt before they're out of the way, "Made my baby wait when she needed me." pressing his knees to the side of yours for you to spread your legs open further.

Then Seungcheol's cursing as he stares, eyes blown wide. He knows that next time they ask him to stay back he'd tell everyone to fuck off. There snug between your asscheeks rests the jeweled base of a cute little plug stretching your little tight hole. Your puffy lips are shiny, sticking together with your slick and when you clench around nothing, he watches as the plug bobs slightly. "Look at you." your face burns, feeling so exposed while his big hands spread your cheeks further, eyeing you so intensely. "I'm here now, baby. I'll make it feel good."

One of his hands then moves to brush over your back, pressing down slightly making you arch for him so you're face down, ass up. There's some movement behind you as he reaches for something he placed by your side on the bed, the cap of a bottle popping open, before you feel the cool liquid hit your skin, sliding down between your asscheeks.

He begins to pull on the little plug slowly before slipping it back in. The lube causes it to make a filthy, squelching noise every time he repeats the motion, and you become acutely aware of how empty your pussy feels, slick oozing from your weeping hole just from the stimulation in your asshole and dripping onto the bedsheets. "So pretty" Seungcheol says, entranced by how it tries to suck it back in every time he tries to pull it out. "How was it, baby?"

You can barely answer him, high pitched whines are coming non stop from your mouth, a line of drool spilling down from the corner of your lips onto the bed.

Honestly, you'd been surprised the first time he brought the topic up. You didn't take him to be into it. Of course you'd listened to him. He's your partner, and him being comfortable with you to voice the things he liked and wanted to try with you made you so happy. However, you weren't so sure about this one. You trusted him, felt safe with him, so instead of shutting him down completely you'd told him you'd think about it. Evidently now, you decided to give it a try in the end.

Earlier during the evening while you got ready, you felt this mix of nerves and excitement. Naturally, at first it had felt weird, the foreign sensation it brought to have something going into your tight hole. But the more you relaxed, the more you thought about his cock stretching you open instead, you could feel yourself growing wetter.

A stinging feeling on your skin brought you out of your thoughts. Seungcheol's palm came down hard to strike your ass, reminding you that he was speaking to you. You whimpered as he kneaded the reddening flesh soothingly afterwards. "Felt so good. Mm! Feels so much better now that it's you."

"Yeah? You like it? Like it when I play with your little tight hole?"

The next slap makes contact with your pussy making you yelp at the unexpected action. "Hear how wet you're getting just from me playing with your ass?"

You can in fact hear it when he brings his hand back down, easing the sting when he moves his hand from side to side to spread around the wet mess your pussy's making. "Filthy girl."

You whine in protest once he stops, but his hands on your inner thighs keep you in place for him to lean down. He's spitting on your drooling cunt before he licks a long, languid stripe up your slit. "Oh my God!" you scream his name when he begins to eat you out from the back.

Your thighs shake, and you can't bring yourself to feel mortified about the loud, slurping sounds he's making while he keeps mouthing sloppily at your cunt covering it in his spit. Instead, you're pushing back onto his face so he stays buried there. Seungcheol doesn't seem to mind, muffled moans vibrating against you. He's always known how to work you up to satiate your needs, but if you knew how he'd be like by you agreeing to this you would've done so much more sooner. It's like something in him snapped. Like he means to ruin you completely tonight.

Seungcheol pulls away, going back to tease your tight hole with the plug after getting a taste. He watches as your greedy cunt clenches pitifully around nothing but he waits; he knows it won't take long until you're begging for it. He snakes a hand around your front, starting to draw rough circles on your clit. "Think you can cum just like this?"

You all but sob. It feels like too much but not enough at the same time. You shake your head, "Need you inside me. Please fuck me, Cheollie."

He smiles, pleased and a little taunting once he notices you squirming again at the rustle of fabric while he pushes his pants and underwear down. His cock springs free, heavy and leaking, and he groans when he closes his hand around it giving it a few wet strokes. He catches you looking back at him from over your shoulder, whining at the sight of him touching himself with his lip caught between his teeth and half lidded eyes. You wiggle your ass at him, trying to urge him on to give you what you want but he ignores you; it's on his timing, not yours.

Finally, when the flushed, blunt tip is pressing into your entrance all thought leaves your mind. Your mouth opens, tongue lolling out and eyes crossing in a lewd expression. He stares between your face and where he feels his cock starting to stretch you open, how your tight pussy spasms trying to suck him in. It drags deliciously against your walls, hitting all the right spots. Usually, he takes his time to prep you for him, for his size, but right now you're both too desperate to go through it properly. Still, you're so wet he pushes in in one smooth thrust. He curses, "You're drenching me."

Because you're cumming, mouth open in a silent moan as your body shudders. He realizes what's happening, screwing his eyes shut at how your pussy squeezes him, fluttering rhythmically. "Fuck, you were that desperate to cum? Is this what you needed? Needed to be full of a hard cock?"

And he doesn't fight it once he's cumming too, letting out a throaty, drawn out groan from the way you're milking him, hips moving in a slow grind against your ass, not wanting to leave your warmth as he empties his heavy balls releasing a big, hot load of his cum inside you. He sighs, satisfied. "Really needed that, baby."

You don't answer, or can't, a pleasant buzz humming lowly through your limbs from your release. You whimper once he pulls out so soon again. Thick globs of his hot cum follow his cock dribbling out of your hole and down to your panties that are still pushed down your legs, onto the bed, dripping down your thighs.

But he doesn't leave you empty for long. He's still hard, twitching for the attention your pussy's going to give him. Without warning, he's guiding his cock back inside you. Once the tip nudges your entrance, he watches the sloppy ring of his cum that begins to form around him, seeping out from your already used cunt to make room for him. He slides all the way in, then he's pulling back out completely before doing so again, harder this time. Your surprised gasp turns into moans as he repeats the motion one more time before he starts giving you the fucking you deserve.

"You wanted my cock, right? So now you take it." He says between breaths. Big hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back to meet each of his hard thrusts.

"Yes!" you keen, "Want you. Want my pussy full of your big cock, want your cum." Your voice comes out airy, sentences clipped as your body jostles with the force of his cock plunging into you. You've got his dick wet, shiny with the excess of your slick and his cum leaking around him before it disappears back into you, some of it spraying down into the sheets. The squelching sounds are purely obscene filling the room along the smacking of his hips against your asscheeks.

"This was more for you, wasn't it? Wanted me to use all your holes, hm?" And his fingers come to push down on the plug keeping your ass open.

You can feel your orgasm building so fast you fear you might pass out. You wouldn't be able to stay upright anymore if it wasn't for Seungcheol's bruising grip, hands pressing down on your stomach. Your thighs are trembling, long since your arms gave up, now having your face mushed into the pillows. However, you're still trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock because you can't get enough. His hands are feeling you up everywhere when he leans over your body, mapping your waist, sneaking under your tee shirt to cup your tits.

Then his thrusts become more desperate at the telltale signs of you cumming, picking up their pace before his hips stutter, movements rigid as he slams into you a couple more times with force, and stilling deep inside as he stuffs you full of his cum for the second time. "Fuck. Love this pretty pussy so much."

His chest rises and falls heavily as he tries to catch his breath. He doesn't make it to move right away, hands massaging your sides tenderly.

"So messy." Is what he says once he does, strings of your slick connecting from his cock to your abused cunt. You both turned into a needy, desperate, sweaty mess. You didn't even finish undressing, the bottom of his white button up shirt damp with your release, sticking to his skin, as well as the upper half of his work pants that are still hugging his thighs, the black fabric having turned even darker. Droplets of sweat roll from his hairline down his temple, his face feels sticky with remnants of you slick from when he'd buried his face between your thighs, his lips swollen from biting down on them.

And you? You're completely satiated now, eyes closed while tiny hums and whimpers break the silence, with a slight twitch of your body as you feel more of his warm cum dribbling from your spasming pussy, coating your puffy lips. Messy. Just how he likes it.

"We can stop for tonight, baby." Seungcheol speaks up after a moment, hands still tracing your body with soft caresses before he guides you to lie down in bed, pulling your soiled underwear the rest of the way down your legs. He doesn't want to make you go through too much at once.

You shake your head, teeth gnawing at your lip as you look up at him, "I want to do it." you repeat your words from before. "If you want to. I can take it."

Do you even know what you're doing to him? Of course he wants to. "You're really sure?"

"Yeah." You move up to kneel on the bed and nudge him softly so he sits at the edge of it, then smile at him. "But I should clean you up first."

You're climbing off the bed to kneel in front of him, being a little clumsy as you do since your legs still feel like jelly. Seungcheol speaks up, telling you to be careful as he stares down at you affectionately; you're the same, staring up at him like he holds the entire world for you, hands on your thighs. "Such a good girl for me." One of his hands cups your cheek, thumb brushing your plump lips. You revel in his praise taking his finger into your mouth and sucking. He groans.

"Don't tease." You release his finger from your mouth with a pop and smile but you obey, letting him guide your face towards his cock.

He keeps his hand on your head, gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail while you rest your hands on his thighs. Mouth open wide, you take his cock, sitting heavy on your tongue. Your pretty lips stretch to the limit around his girth as he slowly pushes in until he hits the back of your throat,your face nuzzled against his pelvis. Your lashes begin to dampen as tears gather in your eyes. He gives you a moment before he starts guiding your movements pushing his cock in and out of your mouth.

You can't help but think of the picture you're painting: Seungcheol with his head thrown back letting out those deep groans with your hair gathered in his hand, using it to pull your mouth up and down his cock. Meanwhile you're kneeling between this thick thighs, his cock hanging out of his pants as he fucks your face. The fact that you're wearing only one of his tee shirts, and with the way you're leaning forwards it rides up the curve of your ass. The sticky mess he left between your legs peeking from below it. You're his and he's making sure to claim you once again.

You moan around his length as he keeps bullying it down your throat, he's gotten so lost in it he's taken a rougher pace. When he catches himself, he slows to a stop, cursing while looking down at your pretty face streaked with tears. "Fuck, baby. I'm sorry. You okay?" he wipes them away, then at your spit covered lips.

You nod taking the moment to catch your breath before you let out a raspy, "I'm okay." sending him a smile and brushing your hands over his clothed thighs soothingly to reassure him that you really are.

You wrap one of your hands around his cock as best as you can; the tips of your fingers don't touch. He hisses as you begin to tug at it, your movements just how he likes it, steady and with a slight twist of your wrist as it comes up, thumb brushing the angry, leaking tip. That's before you let the spit you've gathered in your mouth drip down onto it and you take it back into your mouth. Well, it's not sure if you mean to clean him up or make a further mess out of him. "Fucking hell." he groans through his teeth, trying not to lose himself again to the feeling of it and buck his hips up. "You're so good at this. That pretty mouth of yours was made to suck my cock, hm?"

Your answer comes as another moan, in the way you rub your thighs together. Taking him down your throat and swallowing, when you come up again to breathe, you tell him, "Want you to cum in my mouth, Cheollie." sticking your tongue out, tapping the tip of his cock against it while your hand keeps working around him.

"Yeah? That's what you want?" He pants, smirking down at you, eyes half lidded, "You'll be a good girl and swallow it?"

"I'm your good girl." you nod.

"That's right. Open up, baby" You do as he says, hand continuing to stroke him. He puckers his lips, his spit falling into your awaiting mouth. He groans, watching you, "Now I'm going to cum down your throat."

You let him guide you again, holding you in place as he thrusts a few more times into your mouth before he stills, his cock throbbing and moans falling from his lips as he cums, your bruised throat working around him to swallow every last drop.

He praises and hums in approval when you pull away and open your mouth to show him. Staying there, your head now resting on his thigh, his hand carding through your hair while you both catch your breaths.

"You ready baby?"

You nod, feeling your nerves return just slightly because you're really doing this now. "Yes."

Seungcheol smiles at you softly, offering his hands for you to take and helps you climb back into bed. You position yourself on your knees and bending down on your forearms, arching prettily for him again.

"You're comfortable like this?" He makes sure to ask again even as he comes to stand behind you, big hands kneading the supple skin. Truly, this is how he pictured it; taking you from the back, your round ass bouncing with his every thrust, but he wants you to enjoy it too. So he doesn't make a move until you voice that you are.

You gasp when you feel him pull on the plug to take it off, or so you think because he thrusts it back in, teasing you again like he couldn't help himself, stopping when you whine his name.

"Try to relax for me, okay?" It's his way to let you know. He grabs the bottle of lube again, squirts a generous amount and spreads it around you puckered hole, before covering his already spit covered cock in some. Then he starts to push in, slowly.

Immediately, you feel the burning stretch that can only come from taking him, what the plug wasn't able to do. Seungcheol's jaw goes slack, eyes screwed shut, "Fuck, fu- It's so tight."

You're fisting the sheets in your hands so tightly, and he can only think of describing the sounds you're making like exactly what's happening, like you're letting him fuck your ass. His eyes roll back into his skull.

"It hurts." you whine, tears pricking in your eyes, squeezing them shut.

"Fuck," he pants, stilling, his breaths already picking up "Okay baby, we're stopping-"

"No!" you whimper, "It feels-" It feels weird and it hurts but that's not all of it. "You're so big- I don't think it fits."

"You don't have to take all of it." He soothes, beginning to pull out, thrusting slowly, shallowly, just a little more than his tip for you to get used to it. "Just like that, yeah?" He keeps going, your smalls sobs subsiding and being replaced by your sighs and moans, "Feels better?"

You can't see it, but you can hear it in his voice, feel it in the way his fingertips are digging into your hips, the skin around them turning white like he's holding on for his life. He's wrecked. Because you're squeezing his cock so tight he can barely breathe but it feels so good, and the sounds you're making are driving him crazy. It had taken him all of his efforts just to not cum the moment he was inside.

You get lost in the feeling as pain dissolves into pleasure, beginning to push back to meet his thrusts eagerly and Seungcheol's so out of it he fails to stop you before you're taking all of his cock into your little tight hole.

A sound like a choked moan comes from Seungcheol's throat, his abs tensing. He's inadvertently leaning forward and pressing his body into yours. But the moan you let out he was sure it belonged to an adult tape. At this point he's somehow holding both you and himself upright, your upper body slumping further into the mattress. "Good God- It's okay, baby. Fuck," he heaves out only to clench his jaw with another groan, "See? It fits."

"You're doing so good." He keeps praising, telling you reassuring words. He watches the way you're squeezing his girth as he begins to pull out, almost all the way out before he slowly thrusts back in deep, a sticky sound following the action. You cry out, the sound muffled by the sheets, "You're taking all of it."

He keeps going at a slow pace, the room filled with the filthy noises of him filling you up, his hips smacking against your asscheeks, the warmth emanating from his body pressed to the back of your legs, and eventually, your needy moans as you get used to the feeling of him stretching your tight little ass.

Your orgasm catches you by surprise and so it catches Seungcheol when you're gushing into the sheets. "Did you just-? Fuck!" Your sopping pussy pulsates, pathetically empty, while your tight hole squeezes Seungcheol's cock. He lets out another of those pretty moans, loud, before he looses any bit of restraint he has left, replaced by a sense of urgency, "I need to move, baby- I need-" It's the warning you get then he's snapping his hips roughly, fucking into you harder. Your moans turn louder, clipped before you lose the ability to make any noise. "I'm going to cum. Fuck, gonna cum-"

With one deep, final thrust, Seungcheol's orgasm crashes down hard on him, stilling as his cock throbs and you milk him dry.

He's still catching his breath when he pulls out, leaving your tight hole gaping with his cum bubbling out of it and dripping down. You both collapse into bed.

Seungcheol's chuckles fill the air, sounding a little delirious after the intensity of it all. Then he's reaching for you, gently wrapping his arms around you and leaving kisses at the top of your head. "How are you feeling, baby?"

Your breaths are still coming a little quick, and you're spent, eyelids drooping but you still lean back enough to see him , "Sore." you complain, "But I… I liked it. Was it like you thought about?" you add shyly.

A tired smile makes way on his face, still adorned with a blush, "Better. You were perfect." He leaves another kiss on your temple. "Thank you for tonight." He's happy that you trusted him, that you also got pleasure from wanting to make him feel good.

Now, you're in dire need of cleaning up. Seungcheol makes it to move both of you to get up. You let out a pained whine, making him immediately still and look down at you with concern, "Sure you're okay?"

"Yeah just," you hiss as you move slowly and he's there ready to help you. "I don't think I'd be able to sit or walk straight for a few days."

"Oh." Then, because he can't help himself, he's saying with a bashful smile, "Yeah, you're probably going to walk like you had something up your ass."

You smack his chest while he laughs, dodging another smack and pressing a quick kiss to your lips instead, before he leaves to get the shower running so he can come back for you and help you clean up. Later he can cuddle with you until you both fall asleep after all the work you got done.

You know in about two hours you both will wash up ashore, and you’ll get to see how his swim trunks hug his thick thighs and the way he shakes water out of his hair like some dog. Then you’ll finally get your kiss. It’ll be warm like the sun and a little salty like the ocean, but it’ll fill you up until he leads you to the restaurant you’ll be eating lunch at. You hope there will be fries and more kisses, and you squeeze his hand that holds yours, already requesting another kiss before you two even leave the beach.

Later, when the sun has finally set, and you're back inside your hotel room with Seungcheol, your kisses will linger - lasting longer until they finally deepen, and Seungcheol's hand cups the back of your head. It'll leave you breathless and a little dizzy, shared smiles dancing on your lips in between the kisses before he's got your body flushed against his.

You can still taste a little sea salt on his lips, his neck, and down his chest. And he still anchors you to him as you sink onto your knees.

But it's a different kind of salt you taste when your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, your tongue licking the precum that coats the globular head before you take more of him into your wet mouth. You can feel the way his thick thighs flex under your palms, his hand heavy on the back of your head as you suck and slurp until his cock is nudging the back of your throat.

It makes your eyes water and your jaw ache, but heat pools between your thighs each time your nose brushes his pelvis, and his moans grow louder, choking off between low praise. "Fuck- just like that," he inhales between clenched teeth, his eyes hooded as they meet your watery ones. "You're takin' me so well, Baby."

Your knees dig into the carpet beneath you, and your eyes flutter closed when his fingers twist in your hair, guiding you to take him deeper as his hips start to move. He eventually holds you in place, letting the room fill with the wet sounds of your mouth being filled with his cock over and over again. He fucks your throat slowly and deeply, enjoying the way your tongue massages the veins that pulse down the length of his cock as his precum coats your throat with each thrust.

You let him use you, your brain turning into mush as his chest heaves, and his words fall out faster in between his groans. "You look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock, Baby." His cock twitches and his hips stutter, picking up the pace as you blink up at him with tears on the tips of your eyelashes. "Oh fuck, are you already dumb off my cock, Baby?"

Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, suckling the sensitive tip in response, and his knees almost give out.

"Yeah? There are no thoughts in that - hah - pretty head anymore, is there? You're only thinking about my cock - ngh, and my cum, huh?" Your nails dug into the sides of his thighs, drool forming at the corner of your mouth, making his cock slip in-and-out of your mouth faster, and his balls finally tense up. "Okay, Baby, I'll -ngh - give you what you want. Be good and take it all f'me."

It's the only warning Seungcheol gives you before his hips push forward, pushing his cock down your throat again until your nose is pressed against his pelvis, and then his cock swells.

He cums with a small "ah fuck!" and a deep satisfied sigh, painting your mouth white with his warm cum. He made sure you took it all, keeping your head down as he rolled his hips forward until his cock twitched with sensitivity, and you've milked him for every last drop. Then he pulled you off with a wet "pop!"

Your lips were coated with his cum and your saliva, and your tongue licked it all up before you showed Seungcheol your empty mouth.

You had done what he’d asked, swallowing his cum with a grin that made him pull you up so he could kiss you again. He didn't care that he could taste himself on your tongue; it only made his hands more feverish against your warm skin as you both stumbled towards the bed.

He pushed you back onto the soft mattress before he took his turn to kneel before you, his eyes meeting yours between your parted thighs. The smirk he gave you had tingles going straight to your core, making you clench around nothing pathetically as his fingers slid up your thighs, filling you with anticipation. "My turn, let me see that pretty pussy, Baby."

He drags your pretty panties down your legs with a slow confidence, tossing them over his shoulder carelessly as he gets an intimate view of your glistening cunt. You're dripping wet, just for him, and his big hands push your legs further apart as his breath fans over your puffy folds with a heavy hunger.

"Is this all for me, Baby?" He asks with a cocky grin, flicking his dark eyes up to yours as you suck in a quick breath. Your dress is pushed up to your waist, your breasts practically spilling from the top as he licks his lips, and a new wave of your slick pools.

"Always for you," you whimpered, and Seungcheol's grin was more than feral. His satisfied smirk is the last thing you see before he's burying his face between your plush thighs, licking a broad stroke up to your clit with his wet tongue. He groans from your sweet arousal dripping down his throat, and his fingers grip your legs tighter as he swirls his tongue around your nub, relishing in the way your hips buck up in response.

His tongue parts your folds, sucking, licking, and swirling until your eyes are blurry and your hands are pressing him closer as your heels dig into his shoulders.

Your moans grow louder when his tongue fills you, stretching your gummy walls around the wet muscle as his nose rubs your clit, overstimulating you and making your legs shake as he devours you like a man starved. He's hard again, and your moans only spur him on as he moves one hand from your leg to wrap around his cock.

He strokes his cock in tandem to his tongue fucking your pretty cunt, squeezing just under the head when you cry out his name like you're looking for salvation.

And when you cum on his tongue, you have both of your hands in his hair, keeping his lips wrapped around your puffy clit as he stops himself from cumming all over his hand like some teenager.

He thinks it's one of the hottest things to see you cum, your eyes get glossy like your cunt, and he's able to mandhandle your body into a nasty mating press as you blink up at him dazedly.

He's got your arousal dripping down his jaw, and he gives you a smirk as you realize he's guiding his heavy cock between your twitching thighs. "You can give me one more, right?"

You don't get the chance to answer before he's rocking the mushroom-shaped tip of his cock against your clitoris, sending pleasurable shocks throughout your body as he lets your arousal coat his shaft. He teases you like this for a moment, dragging his cock through your wet folds, building the same heat as before, low in your abdomen until you lift your hips to meet each one of his slow grinds.

"Please," your plea comes out wrecked and breathless, and Seungcheol's eyes almost roll back from hearing it. You're exactly how he likes you, needy and wanting, and his hand pushes your leg back further as he finally directs his cock to your entrance, letting you feel the stretch that is yet to come.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of ya'," Seungcheol promises, and then he's pushing his hips forward.

The head of his cock bullies its way inside, forcing your gummy walls apart, and your jaw drops. You've had sex with Seungcheol before, but you never could get used to the size of him, and the way he filled you. His cock grazes over every sensitive spot without even trying, and your velvety walls suck him in deeper until all you can feel is him.

His cock splits you open, his hands are warm under the back of your knees, keeping you spread wide for him as his thick thighs press against yours. His heavy balls are flushed against your ass as you take him to the hilt, and your breath comes up short, your mind spinning because you can feel him in your lungs; he's so big.

You end up blinking rapidly to clear the blur in your vision as you look up at Seungcheol. Hearts are already forming in your eyes as his cock reaches the back of your cunt, greeting your cervix with a filthy kiss as he bottoms out.

"Fuck, Baby." He sucks in another breath through clenched teeth, his head tilting up towards the ceiling as your pussy grips his cock in a tight squeeze. "You feel so good around me, fuckk -" Seungcheol's muscles strain, and the fact that if you keep squeezing him like that - he will cum - is swirling in his head like a warning system. He's not ready to tap out just yet, so he moves one hand between the two of you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing sloppy hearts into the little pearl to get you to open up for him some more. "That's it, open up for me, Baby. Show me just how wet your pretty pussy can get for me."

He has your head falling back into the pillows, your fingers clutching the bedsheets, and just like he wants, your pussy drools heavily with each completed heart he draws on your clit. Your arousal seeps, dripping down his cock and your ass, and when you think he's just going to make you cum on his cock by only playing with your clit, he moves.

His cock drags through your sensitive walls, and the hotel room echoes with the obscene squelches of your sloppy cunt as he pushes forward again. He starts a slow and deep thrust, making you feel each time the head of his cock hits the back of your cunt, and you're forced to take it as he keeps you pinned underneath him.

Seungcheol's so big you can't see over his shoulder, all you can see is him. Him, him, him. His forehead is lined with sweat that drips down his chest. His tongue pokes out a little between his lips, and his eyebrows furrow in concentration when his hips roll in a certain way that makes you clench around him deliciously. It's too much, and you're telling him as such between your cute little "ah!" and "ohs!"

"Cheol! Right there - oh! - yes, yes, yes!" Your tongue sticks out lewdly, and your eyes water as he follows your orders, smacking the fat tip of his cock into your sweet spot - bringing you even closer to the edge.

Your nails dig into his biceps, leaving half-moon crescents into his skin, and your pussy slurps his cock deeper, gushing as your orgasm barrels through you suddenly. You're left speechless, your mouth dropping open in shock, and your eyes glaze over as you cum. You can only hold onto Seungcheol as your arousal comes out in waves, squirting onto his pelvis as he fucks you through it.

"There we go," he praises, and he's quick to rub four of his fingers over your clit messily, smacking the bundle of nerves until you're squirting with a little whimper from the back of your throat.

You make a mess on him, on yourself, and on the bed, and the sight alone has him orgasming right after you. He curses, and his cock twitches, swelling as he grinds into you with possessiveness.

His cum splashes the back of your cunt with white gooey globs of his seed, and it keeps going, filling you to the brim as he cums heavily with a deep groan.

Eventually, there's nowhere else to go but out, and when he sees his cum ooze out, mixing with your slick, he can't help but drag his finger through the mess before bringing it to his mouth to have a taste.

He hums; it tastes like sea salt, and he wants more.

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