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Whoever said that pregnancy was going to be a cakewalk lied.
Jake has never felt less attractive and more unfuckable in his entire life. And the fact that all he’s ever been able to think about is sex with his very attractive and very fuckable husband at every waking hour ever since entering his last trimester doesn’t make things any easier.
Not to mention, everything hurts! His back hurts, his knees hurt, his feet hurt – he aches in places he didn’t even know he could hurt.
So that’s what Jake has to deal with until this baby decides to come out of him: peak low self-esteem, constant body pain, and an unbelievably high sex drive that he can’t even fulfill because he feels too ugly and too heavy to be perceived as anything more than a gooey human glob.
“ Babe, you’re out of your mind, ” Sunoo tells him over the phone. “ You’re fucking hot, and I bet my bottom dollar that Heeseung worships your body right now. ”
“Easy for you to say. You were a dainty princess when you were pregnant with Jungwon. Lucky bitch.”
“ That’s true, I was, ” He hums, “ But you’re not so bad yourself! You’re a literal goddess, and I’m not just saying this because you’re the godmother of my child. ”
“I don’t feel like a goddess… Roadkill is more like it, bloated and discarded and miserable.”
“ Stooop, it’s your pregnancy brain talking. ”
“Pregnancy brain is not real, Sunoo,” Jake argues, “And while we’re on the subject, neither is pregnancy glow!? Who the fuck perpetuated that myth? Now I’m just expected to look hot and beautiful while I lug a 10-pound baby bump around?”
“ Oh, sweetie… ”
Jake knows that tone. It’s the tone Sunoo uses when he’s given up on reasoning with Jake using logic and starts agreeing with him in a way that feels patronizing. He knows his best friend means well, and it’s really himself that he hates. Because that means he’s talking crazy (even to Sunoo, which is saying a lot) and crazy shouldn’t be dignified with an adult, nuanced response.
Kindly, he says goodbye to Sunoo and ends the call, deciding to stew in his misery alone. Heeseung will be home anytime, so he should get started with dinner soon.
As soon as he tries to push himself off the couch in that intricate pregnant mommy maneuver he’s perfected over time, he feels it – the ground-breaking, worldview-shifting sensation of a baby’s kick. His baby. Their baby.
He cradles his stomach, caressing the spot where he felt the little feet pushing against – a touching reminder of why Jake is here in the first place. Why seven months ago, he and Heeseung tearfully decided they wanted a baby of their own and conceived Riki a month after. (They named him Riki as soon as they learned he was a boy… Rika if it was a girl).
He doesn’t want to get emotional and have his fifth cry of the day, but Riki makes it all worth it. All the pains and lows of pregnancy – they don’t compare to the joy of feeling Riki’s feet digging gently into his insides, letting his mommy know that he’s growing and thriving and about to become his and Heeseung’s entire world in a few months.
One thing that motherhood and pregnancy have taught him is his capacity to love someone so fiercely and so unconditionally without even technically meeting them yet.
And Heeseung, fuck… Heseung is going to be such a great father. He’s going to love this baby so much he won’t know what to do with it.
Jake daydreams about the baseball games Heeseung won’t miss (or band practice, if Riki is more into that kind of thing). Or maybe Riki is a big nerd like his mother and Heeseung will build him a life-size replica of the solar system and let him have a space-themed room.
Jake feels himself slick up at that thought. Apparently, on the things that trigger his libido, paternal competency is pretty high on the list.
As if the universe heard him, the door to their apartment opens, and like a phoenix emerging from the ashes, Heeseung steps into his line of sight, all handsome and rugged and disheveled in a post-important-meeting kind of way.
Damn, all of Jake’s kinks, rolled into one.
“Hey, mommy,” He drops his suitcase and speedwalks across the room to gather Jake in his arms, being mindful of the bump between them. “Missed you.”
Jake knows he should get used to the pet name; after all, he is about to become an actual lactating mother soon, but he can’t shake off the giddy feeling every time he hears it come out of Heeseung’s mouth. It used to be a sex thing between them before they became parents – Heeseung calling him ‘mommy’ in bed whenever Jake was feeling dominant. In the context of parenthood, however, it’s a totally normal thing to call your pregnant wife and Jake should really fucking get his hormones under control.
“Missed yo––hmf–” Heeseung kisses him on the mouth, eager and wet, with tongue, and Jake is slightly caught off-guard. He slicks up even more inside his panties, opening his mouth wide to accept more of Heeseung’s desperate kisses.
This isn’t new, exactly – Heeseung coming home from his 9-5 job and spontaneously fucking Jake on their couch, on their living room floor, on the kitchen counter, either to celebrate a win at work or to chase some release after a particularly challenging day, but ever since Jake’s become with child, it’s been happening less and less… more like not at all recently. So this is unexpected.. and exciting, to say the least.
“You’re so fucking sexy in this nightgown,” Heeseung tugs at his lower lip, “Driving me insane,” He hisses, and Jake feels it, his hard-on digging into the underside of his belly, his very swollen belly.
“What’s gotten into you?” Jake chuckles, erupting into giggles when Heeseung ducks down to pepper kisses all over his neck and his chest where it’s not covered by his silk top.
“I jerked off at work today,” Heeseung admits sheepishly. “I was missing you, so I opened my camera roll and found that one picture of you from Jay’s birthday party.”
Jake thinks back to that moment. He wore his favorite mom jeans and a regular beige cardigan – like any typical pregnant mother would at any social event.
“You were so fucking hot, baby, looking into my camera with your fuck-me eyes, your little belly showing. God, you’re so–” Heeseung bites him in the neck then, sucking, and pulling Jake closer. “I got so hard so fast I came as soon as I touched my dick.”
“Stop,” Jake laughs it off, although the image of his husband getting off to his pregnant picture is starting to make him light-headed.
“I know it’s uncomfortable for you, mommy, but can I fuck you tonight like we used to? Hard and fast?” Heeseung gets on his knees in front of him, hands all over Jake – his arms, his belly, his thighs. And then he does something that would genuinely bring tears to Jake’s eyes if he wasn’t dizzy with want – he places gentle kisses on his baby bump.
“You’re asking my permission?” Jake brushes his fingers through Heesung’s hair, rubbing soothing circles into his scalp, exactly how he likes, and Heeseung’s eyes roll back.
“I’ve been so good – I’ve been good trying to keep my hands to myself, but fuck, Jake, I have to bury my dick in you right now or I’ll die.”
Jake belly-laughs, pulling on his hair in the process (he likes that, too.) “And here I was thinking you weren’t attracted to me anymore.”
Heeseung blinks, processing the words. He looks mortified. “What?! Why would you think that? Baby, you’ve never looked hotter to me than you do now.”
Jake curses under his breath. Fuck, once again, Sunoo is right . “Probably just the pregnancy brain.”
“Mommy, I jack off every morning in the shower thinking about you. You can’t believe the number of times I’ve wanted to crawl under the covers and eat you out before the sun is even up. But… I wasn’t sure about how you’d feel about that, with Riki and all.” He strokes Jake’s belly once more, being mindful of it.
Jake says nothing. He plucks Heeseung’s right hand from his stomach and stuffs it under his nightgown and inside his panties. He moans immediately at the contact, the rough pads of Heeseung’s fingers pushing against his soaked, throbbing pussy. “I’ve been wet all day for you.”
Heeseung’s eyes have completely glazed over, his mouth hanging half-open at the feeling of Jake’s cunt. “ Fuuuck,” He enunciates. “Baby…”
“Since we’re being honest, I finger myself in the shower wishing it was your cock, too.”
“ God .”
“Fuck me like a whore. Fuck me like the whore you knocked up at some random club.”
“Jake.”
“Fuck me, daddy.” He yanks Heeseung’s hand out of his panties and quickly steps out of them. With some concerted effort, he manages to sit down on their plush living room carpet, in front of his gawking husband, and spreads his legs, hiking his nightgown just high enough for Heeseung to get a clear view of his drenched pussy and some of his swollen belly.
He gets to work immediately. He starts rubbing his clit in front of him, and his mouth falls open at the euphoric feeling, at finally being able to relieve some of the fire and ache in his lower abdomen that’s tortured him all day (all month, if he’s being accurate). He dips one finger in, hips bucking at the feeling of being filled, at the need for something bigger, girthier.
He thinks he can come from this, masturbating while Heeseung watches his fingers at work in awe – just a few flicks and he’s probably done, but Heeseung’s brain seems to have caught up with him because he’s fidgeting with his belt buckle and making quick work of freeing his cock from his work slacks.
His huge, veiny, monster cock, the delicious fat cockhead staring at Jake.
Jake’s mouth instantly waters at the sight, his pussy getting wetter and pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own.
Heeseung surprises himself by not coming the second his pregnant wife starts touching himself in front of him. Because he thinks it’s impossible for his mind to conceive anything hotter than that image.
Don’t get Heeseung wrong – he’s always found Jake to be unbelievably, inconceivably sexy, the kind of sexy that starred only in his pubescent and post-adolescent wet dreams. To this day, he still isn’t sure how he got someone like Jake to agree to date him, never mind build a family and spend the rest of his life with him. He’s Heeseung’s walking fulfilled daydream.
But ever since he got pregnant and started filling out… that became a whole other story for Heeseung.
Suddenly, there was more of Jake. More hips, more belly, more tits, more thighs… Oh god , the thighs. Heeseung feels like his 14-year-old self again, who could get stiff from a strong gust of wind.
Also, there’s something about the way pregnant Jake moves and carries himself – it’s so tantalizing and so graceful to Heeseung, and if he wasn’t so excited to meet his firstborn, he could get used to Jake being pregnant every day for the rest of his life. But that means boner central 24/7 and that would be detrimental to his productivity and his well-being as a whole.
It’s just – dumbass Heeseung who has a degree in legal management and graduated second in his class thought it was smart to believe Reddit when it said most pregnant moms felt weird and cagey about sex instead of asking his wife directly.
He’s missed out on what should have been months of filthy, passionate pregnant sex.
“You look like an absolute dream, baby,” He tells Jake, licking into his inner thigh and loving how the flesh gives. His hands squeeze his hips on either side, and he wants them to crack his head like a walnut. They have gotten steadily wider throughout Jake’s pregnancy, preparing his body for childbirth, and the thought goes straight to Heeseung’s cock. Biology is so fucking sexy.
“Your body… fuck… You’re so fuckable, mommy. So beautiful. And these tits, god. ” The neckline of his nightgown is pulled down low enough to free his breasts, which have also gotten plumper because of the impending lactation. One of Heeseung’s hands goes to his boobs, kneading, squeezing, making Jake’s back arch and his hips jump.
His tongue lolls out, eyes unfocused, and hair a mess. They’ve barely gotten started. “If you don’t fuck me with your dick right now, I’ll kill you.”
Heeseung gives his belly one final kiss before sitting up and lining up his cock, purplish and angry, against Jake’s swollen lips. That’s another thing. Jake’s cunt looks puffier and deeper in color with the pregnancy. They look fucking delectable.
He drags the fat head against the folds up towards the clit, and Jake cries out, hands flying out to grip Heeseung’s ass.
“ Fuck… me… ” Jake pleads.
They both gasp when Heeseung slides all the way in, nestled perfectly inside the love of his life, the mother of his child. “You’ll be the best mom,” he says against Jake’s lips, which are panting breathlessly for him.
“And I think you’ll be the best dad. Riki is so lucky to have you,” Jake moans back, weakly, pussy clenching around the girth of Heeseung.
“ Fuck ,” Heeseung grunts, fucking into Jake at a merciless pace. The carpet probably isn’t the best for his pregnant wife’s back, but neither of them seem to care. Jake’s face is twisted in pleasure, his tits bouncing to the beat of Heeseung’s thrusts, and his nails have dug a hole into the flesh of Heeseung’s ass. It’s perfect.
Heeseung slows down, settling on these lazy, languid circles that leave Jake hissing and moving his pregnant body to fuck himself onto Heeseung’s cock, his cunt perfectly swollen and red where it’s stretched wide around him, looking like the perfect cocksleeve molded straight out of Heeseung’s wet dreams.
Heeseung feels himself throb and grow harder inside her if that’s possible.
“You’re a fucking sight, mommy. My perfect wife, fuck. I don’t deserve you.” Heeseung remarks one more time before hammering his hips into Jake in earnest, making him break into these little breathy sobs that tell Heeseung he’s close.
He pulls out at the last second and makes his way down to stick his tongue inside Jake. Jake shrieks, his loudest one yet, as Heeseung tongue-fucks his pussy and rubs his nose all over his clit, slobbering all over his cunt like a wild animal.
“ Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jake’s hand slams over Heeseung’s head and he comes like that, forcing Heeseung’s face deeper into his cunt as his hips jerk and roll at the intense shockwaves of his orgasm.
He looks gorgeous like this, sated and fucked out, his pregnant belly sticking out of him like a beautiful reminder to Heeseung of the miracle they created together.
Also, just, he knocked up THE Jake Sim, fucked a baby into his womb. That alone makes Heeseung rabid and mindless with lust.
Jake has barely had any time to breathe or recover fully before he’s gripping the base of his cock and sticking it inside his wife one more time, the slide easy and delicious.
“Yes, daddy, yes. Fill me with your cum.”
All it takes is one, two, three pumps and Heeseung is spilling deep inside his wife’s tight walls, head spinning from the force and length of his orgasm. He comes and comes and comes, until his balls are totally emptied.
Jake holds him throught it, grinding up to meet him.
He stays inside him and doesn’t pull out, wants to marinate in the softness and warmth of his wife for as long as he can.
He lies on top of him like that, cheeks cradled in Jake’s bosom, both of them fully clothed.
“I’m so sorry you felt like I didn’t want you anymore. There’s not a version of reality where I’m not desiring you, Jake,” He tells him after a while. “My heart and my dick are programmed to want you, I think.”
Jake giggles, a pleasant, satiated sound that mirrors the lightness that Heeseung is feeling, and begins playing with his hair, a gesture that’s most soothing to Heeseung. “You really are my soulmate, it’s weird. I was just telling Sunoo today how homely I’ve been feeling – and it’s like you just knew.”
Heeseung goes quiet at that.
The realization dawns on Jake as quickly as the words left his mouth. “ That wily minx. Sunoo called you.”
“He did,” Heeseung pouts, “But it doesn’t make anything I said any less true. I did jerk off today to your photo. And I’ve been beating my meat the last couple of weeks to the thought of you. It’s pathetic how much I crave you.”
Jake rolls his eyes. “Better be ready, then… Because we’re going to be fucking like rabbits from here on out and I’m gonna ride your dick ‘til it falls off.”
“Poor Riki…” Heeseung jokes, leaning up to kiss Jake on the tip of his nose, helplessly in love. “Challenge accepted.”