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a wined dinner - sapnap

warnings: smut, alcohol consumption(wine), male blowjob, fem being eaten out, fingering, unprotected sex, spanking and swearing. minors DNI, please.

this is a small piggyback off a headcanon i wrote just a little ago, but the idea’s been floating around through other works too. this is it’s official post.

You found yourself, like on most nights recently, craving a nap and your comfortable bed you shared with your now husband, Nick.

You’ve been married almost 2 years, but you never let the opportunity fall flat to call him by his new nickname that you love.

You love using it in public, saying: “Oh, no that’s not for me, my husband ordered it.” with a smile, and you see from across you he turns a bright red.

But you sometimes loved it more, realizing the effect is more packed when you say, “Oh my god… we have to stop, my… my husband will be home any minute—” as you grip onto your dress that is pulled up to bunch at your waist while he thrusts into you against the dresser.

“He already is.” he would whisper against your ear before his hands would wrap around to your hips, letting his palms gently rest on your stomach to feel himself inside you.

The thought rushes you back to life, the tingling feeling throbbing at your core as you find yourself taking the exit off the highway and turning down your street a few minutes later.

You were horny, it was so obvious. You just hoped Nick wasn’t working by the time you came in, because you had no idea if getting yourself off upstairs in your shared bed would be enough.

It had been multiple times before, especially if you left the bedroom door open and let your raspiest moans out for him to hear all the way downstairs.

Or even better when you did it on the couch, letting the dildo slip in and out of your wet folds while he was working in the room just over from you.

It always typically worked out either way. You had at least one amazing orgasm alone, knowing the next would be from Sapnap and how he would say, “The hell is wrong with you, you know I can hear you right? Out here, moaning like your fucking The Rock or something. I’m right here. All you need.” as he’d take your legs and pin them up above you and drilled into your soaked pussy.

You did it on purpose.

But now, you were unsure if even your vibrator would fill your need.

You sighed as you grabbed your work bags from the backseat, trudging them up the walkway and slipping your key in the lock.

And it isn’t until you start to walk down the hall into the kitchen when… you notice the smell.

It wasn’t anything familiar, and that oddly made the hair on your neck raise a bit.

Who the fuck is here? You thought. Because it couldn’t be Nick. Poor thing couldn’t cook if his life depended on it. He had once tried to cook a grilled cheese and used just one stick of string cheese and two plain pieces of bread.

And this smell… well, it smelled good. Something you had never smelt before, odd, but so good.

It made your mouth fill with saliva, it was that good. And it was then that you carefully and quietly set your bags down before you slipped your shoes off and took a few more steps down toward the kitchen.

You heard it then too, the music.

Seriously, what the fuck was going on?

It was your favorite, Jazz.

You only ever listened to it when you were in a good mood, and considering what was going on right now, this definitely wouldn’t be your first choice.

But you warily carried on, and peeked your head around the corner only to see Nick in your apron with his back turned to you.

Dancing at the stove and swaying his hips a little.

He was dancing, in your apron.

He was cooking?!

You fully stepped into the room now, keeping your arrival hidden and just watched him.

It was kind of hot actually, seeing him in that paired with a white T-shirt that hugged at his arms and black sweat shorts—which perfectly showed off his perfect round butt by the way—, standing at the stove and humming the familiar chords of the jazz song to himself.

You saw him stop and pause, leaning over to his left to read off of something. A fucking cook book.

Who the hell was this man?

Nick added something that looked like chicken broth maybe? or a bouillon or something? You weren’t sure.

After all, you too weren’t all that familiar with cooking. It’s just that one of you had to know how to keep each other alive.

God, that sandwich.

It was so bad, and the cheese didn’t even melt all the way. But you smiled anyway and told him it was ‘different’ than any other grilled cheese you’d had before.

He was smiling so big and he was leaning over the counter at you like a child watching their parent look at a school project, wishing for approval and praise.

But now, he didn’t look like that anymore when he finally turned and saw you standing there.

He let out a yelp and staggered back a little, spilling a bit of the mystery liquid on himself.

“Oh! I didn’t even hear you come in. Hi.” he was beaming when he set the cup down, wiped his hands on your apron and hugged you like he hadn’t seen you in a week.

“I missed you. I’m glad you’re home.” Nick said, turning his face in toward your neck and leaving a kiss there before pulling apart from you.

“I… missed you too. What, are you doing?” you asked, looking away from him and pointing toward the mess that was your kitchen counters.

He looked a little embarrassed now, his hand going to the back of his neck and rubbing at the spot there, like he always did.

It was your favorite spot on him now that your thinking of it. Where you always rest your hand on the tiny mole that’s perfectly tucked just below the collar of tops.

You always find yourself reaching for it at the oddest of times, like it’s a comfort to you.

You hand always reaches there, your fingers brushing under the surface until you find it. And then you start to scratch.

Your nail always tries to remove it, and when you do Sapnap shrugs away from you. Sometimes more harshly than others.

“Stop that.” he says in a hushed tone.

Sometimes, when he can’t move far away enough to get out of your grasp, he swats a hand at your arm to snap you out of it.

And it always makes you stifle a laugh.

“I um… I decided, since we’ve both been working so much the past few weeks, and haven’t really had a lot of time to hang out so… Dinner!” and he held his hands out at his sides to emphasize his sentence.

Oh, dear.

“It smells… wonderful? You’re following a recipe?” you ask before your eyes drift up to his unruly pile of hair on top of his head, that for once wasn’t being smothered in a cap.

You loved the way his hair looked outside of the hat he always wore, and usually because it was early in the morning and messy as hell, right out of the shower where the soft curls fell in front of his face, or the feel of it in your hands while his head is in between your legs and you cum all over his mouth.

It also helped that it automatically made him 100 times hotter with it wild, which wasn’t as often as you’d like.

“Yeah. I’ve been looking online. I wanted to surprise you.” he says with a sly smile, and just as you feel his arms snake around your waist, he’s drawing your hips in flush to meet his.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, and you honestly want to say no.

Because you would much rather him fill you up than any other meal right now.

“Starving.” you stay instead, and you feel his lips on yours before a smile breaks across his and he murmurs “Good.”

After he finally releases you, you find your way to the fridge and draw yourself a small, appetizer sized glass of red wine and plant yourself on the counter ready to watch your new-found chef cook.

You turn to face his back now, seeing as he’s reaching for a spice in the cupboard to his right, which causes his white shirt to hike up and reveal his waist. What a slutty thing.

You watch as he stirs what in fact isn’t broth, but condensed milk into a casserole pan, then adds rice, chicken, and parsley on top before covering it with foil and sticking it in the oven.

You quickly come to the conclusion that you have never been hornier than you are right now, and following that, you have never wanted to have Nick’s —your husbands— cock shoved down your throat more after seeing him in such a surprisingly natural light.

You hadn’t realized until now how sweet the sentiment was— that he knew you guys didn’t get to spend as much time as you used to (which was true since you had to work longer shifts and he was doing practically the same) and he wanted to spend time with you… enough to learn how to cook a nice meal.

It touched your heart, knowing how much he cared, and how much he looks forward to you coming home, coming back to him.

You do too, seeing him is like an electric charge, and you can never ever get enough of him. It’s kind of gross, how much you love each other.

Which is why when he is finally done, with the dish in the oven, and his hands freshly washed, he lets his hands linger slowly up your thighs, looking you in the eye the entire time.

And it feels like forever. You feel his hands burning through you, melting away your skin. It feels exhilarating, not knowing his next move, never knowing his next move.

But a part of you does know, because it feels like you go on auto pilot the second his hands graze up your hips and find their way to your cheeks. Nick kisses you like your the sun, like he’s just a star in your orbit.

He reels you into him, his right hand —like always— scraping gently at the back of your neck and letting his fingers tangle the hair there and letting the rest raise beyond your silent resistance.

You know his patterns, but yet every single time, you always forget them until they’re right about to happen. And you love every second of it.

Nick breathes, and it’s like he’s taking all of the air out of your lungs. You let him. On every exhale, he takes it from you with his inhale, and nearly pass back and forth the same air until your hands rest on his shoulders and curl around his neck to connect your lips again.

He moans.

He fucking moans. Not even like a half groan type of moan. He fully made the O shape with his mouth and everything. And oh my god, now you know this is the horniest you’ve ever been. Sure you’ve heard him be vocal before, but you have never out-right heard him moan like that. And it sends a pulse right down to the very core of you.

“Oh my god,” you murmur against his lips, letting the gloss pass again before taking one of yours and pulling it between your teeth.

“I want to give you head. Jesus, let me.” You say it without realization, as if he would say no.

But right now, you honestly felt like maybe he should, because he is always allowing you pleasure, and you kind of wish he wouldn’t this one time.

“Please.” And you fully rest your forehead on his, still entirely out of breath from all that he took from you.

He doesn’t say a word, he just slowly lets his hands fall away from your neck, making every nerve that rests on your skin catch on fire with his fingertips alone.

He backs up against the opposing countertop, his hands finding the lip of it and letting them sink into it, almost gripping even.

You slide off the island, and almost like a magnet your skirt-covered-knees meet the hardwood floor with a soft thud.

You inch closer, and tug at his shorts like your starving and this, this dick, is the only thing that will fill your needs.

His boxers slide down to his ankles as well, causing his cock to fall as it pleases and ready for your mouth.

You wet a hand, and gently pump him, rubbing so painfully slow that he fucking whimpers.

“Y/n,” Nicks hands come up to feel around for your hair, as if he’s looking for you in the dark, as if he’s trying to ground himself with the feel of you.

You let his hands gently tangle in your hair until he starts to massage your scalp and force your head to tip back on its own accord, letting his dick pop out from the suction of your lips.

You find his eyes and let them bore into yours, seeing him dip closer and plant a sloppier kiss on your lips. His tongue begs for entrance, but you simply pick up your pace now holding his balls with your other hand.

This causes a low groan to slip from his lips into your mouth, and a sudden smile reaches your face with amusement.

“Mmm,” he mumbles against you, tugging a fistful of your hair at the root.

You connect your lips again, then break away only to take his full cock in your mouth.

Not just once, three times.

Sapnap’s head reels back, and he lets out an ungodly groan of approval and pleasure, making your pussy throb with anticipation.

“Fuck,” he says, and grips your hair until your lips touch the low end of his stomach and his dick is pressing the back of your throat.

You gag and pull you head back, only to let the bead of spit drip down his veins and take him again.

Moaning against his length, you take a tentative hand from his balls and let it run down to the front of your clit.

Your begging for a release, and you want it now.

“Shit—” Nicks breath hitches as you bob your head up and down, your tongue grazing the tip of his dick just right with every quick pump.

You fumble with your skirt until you finally hike it up enough to feel the wetness that has completely soaked the entire front of your panties.

Your fingers moved the fabric to the side frantically, and when you found the sweet spot of your clit, you rubbed in sync with the wet sounds of your hand meeting base of your husband’s cock.

“Fuck, Y/n…” it was almost a plea, the way it cracked and broke off before his breathing became more erratic then stopped completely.

“Oh… Oh, fuck!” and he hunched forward, his eyes snapping shut before you had a change to place your lips around him and his cum landed all over your face.

You pumped quicker and quicker, letting his cum fuel your rapid motions until his groaning fell apart and his legs stopped straining.

You didn’t come.

It didn’t stop you from trying though, because you switched hands now and let your legs spread as far as they could within reason and held your skirt to your hips, rubbing back and forth with quick succession.

It was right, the sweet spot, and you felt yourself almost, almost reach your peak… if you just stayed right there and didn’t fall short.

But of course you did, because Nick’s hands were placed firm on your cheeks and he kissed you with all the love he had ever grown, throwing it down your spine and letting it rest there. Unable to find a way out. Yet.

“Let me,” he rasped, and you felt his voice shake inside you with a hot thrill.

“Please.” his voice was softer now, almost like a pout, and you couldn’t even stop yourself as you nodded, kissing him harder and moaning right into his mouth.

He stood you up now.

You let him.

You couldn’t fucking help yourself from sliding your hands up into his hair and giving it an unforgiving tug, jerking his face away from yours only to see a smirk plastered hard on his lips and the small slits of his doe-eyes.

Fuck.

A throaty sound came from him, and it filled you with a rage you didn’t know you had.

One that could only be tamed with his lips on your clit, like it was the key to solve all your wet problems.

Sapnap knew what to do, obviously— or he knew what he wanted to do, and knew his reward would be your heaven— and hoisted you up onto the countertop with a small shriek passing through your lips before he pushed you flat against the granite and took you as his.

Nicks fingers dipped into his mouth, coating them fully with the spit they didn’t need, and slowly pulled them out between his full pink lips.

You bit yours to stop your orgasm from jumping the gun.

He made a little moaning sound, just to tick you off, knowing how much you wanted to take him right here, knowing how fucking impatient you always were.

But just as you leveled your hands on the counter to sit up, his two wet fingers found your folds and disappeared within them, coming back out just seconds later fully drenched.

He drew in a breath, letting it fall off then returning; quicker this time.

You let out a moany-breath of pleasure, feeling the perfect place he was starting to hit.

“Mmm,” you exhaled, curling your palms against the cold, flat surface.

Nick knew what to do next, what he always loved doing, and attached his lips to your clit, just barely grazing it with his teeth to make your hips buck and send a jolt of electricity threw you.

He introduced his tongue now, slowly making loose circles around the sensitive nub before engulfing it entirely.

His fingers continue to pump almost through you with his pace, and it caused you to stop breathing and let your mouth hang open as he mouth fucked you against your $4,000 countertops.

Your nails attacked your thighs, scratching them red as to ground yourself while your husband destroyed you.

“Oh, fuck.” you moaned, now finally getting the voice back inside your body and clawing away at yourself.

You didn’t even care. All you knew was that he was fucking you senseless with his tongue and you were unraveling before him just like always.

“Jesus, oh— Mmm, just… like, that.” you were a fucking mess, a breathy, hot, squirmy mess.

Sapnap knew that of course, which was why he was coming close to actually coming while his tongue swiped his wife’s clit vigorously.

He smiled against it momentarily, catching his breath and repositioning before he finally finished the job.

“My, god Nick. Fuck me. Just fucking fuck me.” you finally drew out. Your hands roamed for his hair again and took a fistful with no room for remorse and yanked it against your clit, suffocating him.

This only made you come faster, your begs being silenced with his quick pumping and even quicker tongue movements.

You let out a roaring moan before stopping short completely, and falling over the edge of your first climax all over Sapnap’s face.

He enjoyed this of course, and he didn’t stop as he felt the hot liquid pump out of you and onto his fingers.

He didn’t stop.

And you had to pull his face away for not only him, but for you to breath again.

This didn’t seem to faze him at all, because just a few moments later his hands came up to yours and removed them from his hair gently.

“I love the way you feel around me,” he murmured before gripping onto your hips and drawing you close to him.

Sapnap spun you around slowly, then with his cum-coated hand, he drew it around your neck and into your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

His other, which was working against you, lifted the blouse you wore from its tucked position in your skirt and over your head.

He eventually did the same with your bra, i clipping it from the back with one hand, then layed you back down on the granite.

It was an icy feeling against your perked up nipples, but it only made you burn hotter.

There was a moment of stalling.

Then a hand came in contact with your right ass cheek, followed by a low quiet grumble.

He did it again, and that time, you felt it run through you.

You begged for more with a moan that melted the air around you and caused Nick to pull them apart and run a hand between before slapping it once again.

You fished for a landing spot, and finding it on the lip of the counter where your hands held on tightly, stifling another moan.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

This left you with one last punch, both of Sapnap’s hands coming in contact with your ass and leaving you stunned.

He soon fulfilled your wish when he bent down to meet your entrance and slid into you once more, now fuller and deeper.

Your mouth flung open against your non-existent will and he gripped onto your raw and red ass before drilling into you again.

“My… fuck,” he fumbled, and his firey hands snaked their way across your back and onto the front of your stomach, lifting you up to stand with him.

They traveled to meet your nipples, where they were pinched and pulled until another wave of breathy moans erupted out of you.

“Oh my god,” he said.

The sound of your ass hitting his dick was one of your favorites, besides the one he was about to make when you forced him to take two steps back and let him rest on the opposing granite countertop to take over.

“Oh.” was all he could make out before your hands found a still surface to help you better bounce on his cock.

Sapnap groaned in submission, letting the feeling of your pussy rub against the tip of his dick and make it pulse with a clear purpose.

He was gonna cum.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said verbatim and gripped your hips for a second time, taking control and pounding into your dripping pussy like it was his god damn job.

Your throat opened up and now, your walls clench around him causing you to pull your hands up and find the back of his neck.

You came around his filling dick the same time you left him fill you.

His groans echoed around the room, and caused you to become still fully aware of what just took place.

You opened your eyes and had to blink back the sudden water that formed in them from seeing the bright kitchen.

Sapnap breathed against the side of your face before kissing it once, then twice, and slowly pulling out of you and turning you around to plant one final kiss on your lips.

“You wreck me,” you say softly, and your not even sure he heard you at first.

Until he says “I know.”