#what is this about pee and poop

[avetruetovulpes]

Dedicated to the Hammersmith Haters 😒

[a9saga]

in episode 2 of big brother 6, head of household rachel is surprised to find that someone had locked her hoh room. jennifer opens the door for her somewhat awkwardly. rachel is offended and feels disrespected. after she already won the power of veto, rachel considered using it to replace one of her previous nominees with jennifer. she ultimately decided not to do that. rachel and jennifer have both said since the show ended that jennifer stole rachel's key to poop. jennifer locked the hoh room to use the private bathroom. jennifer almost got backdoored in week 1 of big brother for pooping.

[lazaruscorpse]

the worry is an infection, weaving through my ribs like ribbons, spreading like a fungus

was looking things up a mistake, or would not drowning be worse? are you fine, or are you dying under my watch?

i haven't been home, i haven't been told anything, so is there still time to observe?

if anything happens to you, it'll be on me for being overtaken by indecisiveness, yet all i can do is

watch and let the worry eat away at me

[werewolfbneimitzvah]

vent post. There are two stories i was told in my teenage years that even before i had a real concept of trans issues made me uninterested in discussing the supposed sacredness and safety of separated sex-based spaces.

First, when i was like 13 or 14 my PE teacher told us about a time she went to a women's public restroom, some guy was hanging out outside the bathrooms, she didn't think anything of it, went to the bathroom, and he walked in after her and like, creeped on her over the top of the stall. She was ok, she wasn't telling us this to scare us, just telling us what to do in situations like that (and iirc she was telling the whole co-ed class this, not just girls, bc it's useful for everyone), but this taught me immediately and forever that there's nothing actually keeping these spaces separate really, that anyone can be a creep in any space, and that establishing a space like that as for women only isn't actually particularly useful for safety.

Second, when i was 16 i was at an anime convention, a friendly acquaintance of mine and i ended up in conversation outside, and he showed me his bare wrist and told me he'd been kicked out. A female friend of his had stepped in dog poop outside, and between that and the stress of the convention she'd had a bit of an emotional breakdown, so being her friend, he started comforting her and ushered her into the women's restroom so they could wash the poop off her shoe together. And because he was a man who went into the women's bathroom, he got kicked out, no matter that he was doing something that was actually beneficial to a woman. Punishing a woman's friend for supporting her was supposed to... protect her somehow? This made it clear to me that a no-exceptions rule separating the sexes like that wasn't actually inherently good for everyone.

And this isn't even getting into me as a child needing to accompany my younger sister to the restroom when we were out with just my dad because she had certain support needs past the age he felt comfortable bringing her into the men's room with him. And what if I'd been born a boy, or she'd been the first born? Who's helping her then?

And of course even putting all this aside, we should always prioritize compassion and support anyway. But i never even needed to meet a trans person to know that "keeping men out of women's bathrooms" is silly nonsense. But trans people also need to pee anyway and as humans they have that right, so leave them the fuck alone. your precious women's restroom is just a fucking room with a door, holy shit give it a fucking rest, if someone is attacking you in the bathroom that's bad and if someone is in there to pee that's good and it doesn't fucking matter what their junk is or was when they were born.

a woman could have done the exact same thing to my PE teacher and it would have also been bad no matter how "supposed" to be in the restroom she was, and no one should ever be punished for helping a crying friend wash their shoe.

Anyway i know I'm speaking to like-minded folks here, i just think about those two stories literally every time bathroom gender shit comes up and it pisses me off.

[eatember]

Happy 4am, cat ownership is wonderful

[iicraft505]

i had a very autistic moment about the plastic bag i use to carry my work shoes in today

[mariopartyjamboree]

watching my brother's dogs again soon #yay

[sirfrogsworth]

A few of the comments on the Megyn Kelly tampon post said something to the effect that periods aren't gross and we should stop treating them as such.

I agree with the spirit of that.

But I also think periods are gross.

I think pooping is gross. I think peeing is gross. I think spit is gross. I think all of the fluids involved with intercourse are gross. I think childbirth is just about the grossest thing that ever gross'd.

I think humans are big gross bags of various goo.

I handle all of the gross things my body does by accepting the grossness. I deal with gross things as quickly as I can and then I don't think about it anymore. Our varied assortment of bodily goo is a byproduct of being a human and living a life and just something we have to deal with from time to time.

There is no shame in it. We should not shame others for it. And I don't think we should go out of our way to hide the icky parts of the human experience.

But I also don't think we need to tell ourselves that gross things aren't gross.

It's similar to how I feel about stretch marks. I really do not have the time or mental bandwidth to convince myself they are actually "tiger stripes" and some beautiful aspect of my body. I view them the same as I view my knuckles. They are just there. I don't try to tell myself I have pretty knuckles. I don't think they are ugly either. I assign no aesthetic value to my knuckles.

I personally think this is a more healthy approach than lying to my brain until it believes something. I'm not saying everyone has to take this approach, it's just what works best for me.

But I can say from my experience dealing with an elderly dying person for over a year, it only gets grosser from here, so you should definitely prepare yourself for all of the extra goo in your future.

Sometimes things are gross and that's okay.

[mothergo0se]

By the time we get home from the park, my baby is quiet. Not in trouble—just worn out. Emotionally and physically. That kind of accident drains a little one, even if they won’t admit it. I can feel the weight of it in their clingy little hugs, the way they don’t let go of my shirt as I carry them inside.

Their diaper crinkles softly under their shorts as I sit us both down in the rocker. They don't ask—but I know what they need. I ease my shirt aside and gently guide them to latch.

They melt into me.

There it is—the sigh, the release. My baby nursing, safely tucked in Mommy’s arms, comfort flowing with every slow, rhythmic suck. One hand clutches my bra strap, the other rests gently on my tummy. I stroke their hair, soothing little shhh sounds leaving my lips almost unconsciously.

And then… I feel it.

A shift in their body.

A slight tensing in their legs.

That familiar pause.

And before I can even look down or ask, I feel it in my lap. A soft grunt, barely a sound at all, and then the warmth spreads through their diaper. Heavy, slow, solid. Their little body presses against mine as they fill their diaper again—completely, fully, and without a second thought.

They don’t even unlatch.

They just keep nursing.

No announcement, no shame this time. Just natural. Automatic.

Like it’s what their body was meant to do. Like they’ve accepted that this is who they are right now.

I hold them closer, one hand slipping down to pat their now-squishy bottom through the padded seat of their shorts.

“Oh, sweetheart…” I murmur. “You didn’t even try this time, did you?”

They whimper around my breast, shifting slightly, but they keep sucking—no words. No excuses. Just that little noise they make when they’re deep in babyspace and don’t want to leave.

I keep rocking.

Keep nursing.

Keep holding.

“Potty training is over,” I whisper, kissing their hair. “You’re not ready. Not even close. And that’s okay.”

Their diaper warms again—just a small dribble this time, mixing in with the mess they already made. I smile softly.

“You’re not ready to think about the potty. Not when you can’t even stay clean while nursing in Mommy’s arms.” I reach down and give their bottom a slow, firm squeeze. “No more undies. No more stickers or charts. Just diapers. Big, thick, crinkly diapers. Twenty-four-seven. At least for the next month.”

They let out the tiniest hum against my skin—contentment, maybe surrender. Either way, it seals it.

“You’ll use your diapers,” I continue softly. “Pee. Poop. Every little accident. And Mommy will change you, clean you, and cuddle you like the baby you are. No rushing. No pressure.”

They finally unlatch with a sleepy sigh, eyelids heavy, breath warm on my breast.

“You’re mine,” I whisper. “And Mommy decides when it’s time to try again.”

I lift them gently, diaper squishing as I shift them onto my hip. It’s a big mess. A heavy one. But they’re so relaxed now, so soft and obedient in my arms, like the decision to give up on the potty—just for now—has unburdened them completely.

I carry them to the nursery, humming softly as I lay them down on the changing table. Time to clean them up again. Powder, lotion, wipes... all part of being Mommy’s baby.

And as I peel back the tapes, I already know this isn’t the end of a journey—it’s the beginning of a new chapter. One where they don’t have to try so hard. One where they can just be.

Diapered. Loved. And completely mine.

[duvetchico]

you're weird. i like it.

summary y/n and jimin cuddle and ask dumbass questions at 2am. jimin’s tired, y/n’s insane, but they’re soft for each other anyway.

genre fluff / crack / slow domestic love

pairing yu jimin x fem!reader

note i can't stop imagining late night cuddles with her send help...

masterlist.

jimin’s already half-asleep, face buried into your shoulder, arms lazily wrapped around your waist like she’s trying to glue herself to you forever. she smells like vanilla body lotion and the lingering scent of strawberry shampoo from earlier, and you’re just. sitting there. processing. thinking. being a dumbass, as always.

you’re cuddling under like six blankets, the tv’s long been muted, and the room’s dark except for the glow from the hallway light—and for some reason your brain goes.

“do you think celebrities poop.”

and jimin doesn’t move. but you feel her blink slowly against your neck.

“…what.”

“like you. you’re a kpop idol. do you poop.”

she groans and tightens her grip like she’s trying to squeeze the weird out of you. “why the fuck would you ask that.”

“i’m just saying. i’ve never seen you do it. are you even human?”

she peeks up at you with the most tired eyes, voice still heavy with sleep. “are you genuinely asking if i’m a supernatural being because you’ve never watched me take a shit.”

“…yes.”

“you need a therapist.”

“and you need to drink more water. your pee is like… the color of dehydrated sunshine.”

she throws her leg over you like a seatbelt and sighs dramatically. “i can’t believe i’m dating someone who evaluates my hydration based on pee color.”

“i can’t believe i’m dating someone who looks this good in the morning.”

that gets her. she hides her face, ears turning red, and you grin like a little shit even though you know she’s about to roast you.

“shut uuuuup,” she whines, but she’s smiling against your neck.

silence. soft for a second. she’s warm, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing.

“do you think birds get sad,” you whisper suddenly.

“no,” she says immediately.

“why not?”

“because they can fly. if i could fly i’d never cry again.”

“…so you’re saying you cry now.”

she groans. “i’m saying i’m going to cry if you keep asking these philosophical bird-ass questions.”

you’re giggling now, and she’s trying to be annoyed but she’s literally kissing your shoulder in between dramatic sighs.

“okay, okay, last one,” you say, turning a bit to look at her. “would you still love me if i had spaghetti for hair.”

jimin squints at you. “like… cooked?”

“yeah. cooked. wet spaghetti. no sauce tho.”

“…i’m breaking up with you.”

you gasp. “JIMIN.”

“it’s for the greater good. you’ve lost it.”

you pout and poke her cheek. she pokes your forehead back. “dumbass.”

“yeah, but i’m your dumbass.”

she shuts up at that. blinks at you slowly. then sighs and pulls you even closer, her face now smushed against yours.

“…you are. unfortunately.”

and just when you’re about to hit her with another insane question—

she says, really quietly, “i think i’m already missing you.”

you blink.

“what?”

“you’re literally right here with me,” she mumbles, eyes shut, voice all raspy and sleepy and too fucking adorable for your heart.

“…but i’m already missing you. ‘cause if i fall asleep, you’re gonna be in dreamland and not here. and i hate that.”

your dumbass heart does a triple flip. you stare at her, blushing, mouth open like an idiot.

she cracks an eye open.

“…why are you looking at me like i just proposed.”

“because what the fuck was that. why would you say that. you can’t just drop that on me while i’m in a hoodie and smelling like hot cheetos.”

she grins. smug. victorious. and somehow still shy.

you nuzzle into her like a coward. “fuck you.”

“you’d miss me.”

“…unfortunately.”

you both laugh. and then you whisper something even dumber like “do fish get waterlogged when they cry” but she doesn’t reply—

‘cause she’s already asleep. forehead against yours. still smiling.

and this time, you don’t say anything. you just hold her tighter and let sleep win.

[paddedlittleparadise]

TW: forced regression, bodily waste, diaper use, non-con

Note that in this fantasy scenario, all individuals are adults over the age of 18!

–––

Why the crotch strap?

Oh, sweetie, it's really not that hard to understand! But I see the fear in your eyes – the fear that fogs your mind and clogs your rational faculties. Mommy gets it. Mommy knows how scary it is to see your new little brother getting broken in. Don't worry. Mommy will explain everything to you.

Never mind his moans. Never mind his squirming. Mommy put him in that straitjacket for a reason. He's safe now: safe from himself, from his silly attempts to escape, from everything that might disturb the process. See? He can tug and moan and writhe – like an adorable, pathetic little worm – but he's not going anywhere. Not so long as those straps are holding him tight in Mommy's inescapable hug.

The crotch strap, hmm? Aww, just look at it. It's so… wide, isn't it? Wide and strong, with stout buckles keeping it in place. It fits so well over your little brother's diaper, too. And with those pretty blue stripes running parallel with it… aww, it's genuinely beautiful!

It seems so tight? Are you sure about that, sweetie? Go on. Reach out and touch it. Run your trembling fingers over the plastic, the canvas, the lovely strong stitching… down to that cold steel buckle. Slip your fingers underneath, now. See? It's not quite so tight as you thought!

And why is that, sweetie? Why ever would Mommy leave that nice strong crotch strap loose, hmm?

Oh, I see your questioning eyes, blinking up fearfully. You don't know, do you? But don't worry. Mommy said she'd explain.

It's for a very good reason, sweetie. See, listen to your little brother, gulping and fighting in his bonds. He's struggling against himself now: against the lovely load of milk and juice Mommy pumped into him just now. Against the muscle relaxants that slowly are making it harder and harder for him to resist. Against the lovely, large fleet enema Mommy squirted deep into his bum… and that's already got him burning and aching to release.

That crotch strap is ready.

Because it will happen, sweetie. There's no way anyone can win such a fight. He'll lose: little by little, more and more, until at last he's lying there, shuddering as his bladder and bowels empty themselves over and over into his diaper. And with every addition, that diaper of his will swell: silently mushrooming out, straining against that strap, seeking for anywhere to expand and grow. With nowhere to go, sweetie… you know where it will expand, don't you?

Inward, of course. All around his cute little pee-pee. Tighter and closer, wet and mushy and ever so warm. That strap is there to tease him, to torment him, to force his mind to accept the truth: that he's Mommy's baby now, actively peeing and pooping his pants with no way to control himself. Sure, he'll keep writhing and wriggling like the stubborn fellow he is. But with every movement, that strap will tug. His pee-pee will sense it. And oh, you know what happens when little boys feel warm, wet, tight things around their pee-pees, don't you?

That's the second reason, sweetie. That crotch strap is there to tease him into arousal. Oh, he won't want to, of course. What self-respecting fellow wants to get hard from feeling his own pee and poo around him? But thanks to Mommy's crotch strap and his own submissive cravings, he will. He'll try to resist, of course – to struggle against his own dirty impulses. But with every movement, every motion, he'll feel his trapped little cock swelling, stiffening, aching… and being forced, deeper and tighter and more surely than ever, back down into the messy, squishy mass of his own soiled diaper. Still he'll fight it, and still he'll grow harder and harder… until at last, he'll be moaning and cumming, right into the humiliating mess of his smelly diaper.

That's why Mommy has the crotch strap, sweetie. Not to restrain his body, oh no. It's to destroy his pride, his sense of self… and in the end, his old erotic programming.

Aww, are you crying, sweetie? Whatever for? Are you trying to tell Mommy that you want a crotch strap, too?

She could arrange that, you know!

Image Credit: Baby-Doll.com

Be sure to check out my Ream Stories if you want to read more of my naughty fiction!

[transfemme-shelterdog]

I see a lot of posts on sites like Reddit, from trans guys asking advice about "public bathroom etiquette" in the men's room. So here's some quick points for the trans guys here:

If you're gonna piss in a urinal, keep an empty one between you and the guy beside you.

Nobody is gonna notice if you're using an STP or not, as it's considered "weird" to look over, so nobody will even notice

Most urinals have dividers anyways between them, if there is a divider, you don't need a space.

If you'd rather pee sitting down and use a stall, nobody is gonna notice that you're "not pooping", nor are they gonna notice the way your piss sounds.

If you need to wait to use a urinal, that's cool. Just stand by the door with your phone out, scroll Tumblr or something. So long as you're not pointing it at someone, nobody is gonna think you're a creep.

Guys don't give a shit what you're doing in there. They're in there to pee and leave, so don't think that anyone is gonna be trying to clock you. I've literally walked in and out of bathrooms with a purse, and nobody has said shit.

[nataliescatorccioapologist]

If the following loose ends are not wrapped up in Season 4 the YJ writers will be hearing from my lawyers:

•Who is Javi’s “friend”?

•What happened to Crystal/Kristen’s body?

•Why did Lottie refer to Nat as the Wilderness’ “favorite”?

•How did Travis’ death actually go down? Is Lottie’s version the truth?

•Wtf is Walter’s deal, why is he so suspicious?

•What happens to Hannah, Akilah, Gen, Britt, and Robin?

•How do they finally get rescued?

•What do they tell the police? Do the police find the bodies of those they ate?

•Is the Man With No Eyes really just some guy from an ice cream commercial Tai saw as a kid? What is his significance to her?

•Who was Ben talking to in the caves?

•What was the dripping that Mari kept hearing in the cabin?

•Who sent the postcards?? Was it really just Jeff?

•What is Sammy’s connection to Other Tai/the Wilderness?

•Who is Other Tai? What does she want?

•Why does everyone forgive Shauna after the rescue? (especially Nat)

•What was Kodiak’s deal? Why does he have the name “Eric” sewed into his clothes?

Questions that can understandably be delayed until Season 5 but I do need answered before the end of the show:

•Origins of the symbol and Cabin Guy

•How does Nat have enough money to buy a Porsche and essentially be unemployed for her entire life?

•How and why does Nat get arrested?

•Nat and Travis’ suicide pact

•How and when does Lottie get out of the psych ward?

•Which YJs stayed in touch after the rescue? In what capacity? Did they all attend Shauna’s wedding and Melissa’s funeral?

Questions I want to be kept ambiguous and never answered concretely:

•Who, if anyone, burned the cabin down?

•Is the Wilderness supernatural or psychological?

•Is the death plane the actual afterlife or just a brink-of-death hallucination?

•What happened to Detective Saracusa? (I don’t care about him and never want to see him on my screen ever again)

•Who pooped in the pee bucket?

[writingmochi]

one year later...

cast: heeseung ✗ fem.reader (ft. the peeps, and other idols)

synopsis: as the day nears midnight on your twins' first birthday, you and heeseung reflect on the past year of your lives as parents, partners, and eternal life rivals...

genre: romantic comedy, slice of life, coming-of-age, rivals since childhood to lovers, college/university-to-fresh graduates au, parents/family au, established relationship au, fluff, angst, mature content (explicit smut)

word count: 17755 (17.7k) + 12 social media-related pics!

warning(s): dark humor, hardships of being a parent (baby blues, insomnia, etc), hardships of being young adults and fresh graduates in today's economy, mention of human excrements (pee, poop, blood, breast milk), nudity (outside of sex), multiple explicit smut scenes (rough sex and love making), they are freaky ahh, unprotected sex, hand job (m & f receive), oral job (m & f receive), deep throating, dirty talk with pet names (daddy & mama), marking, multiple orgasms, creampies, lactation kink (if there is something that i forgot, let me know)

message of the moon: remember that this story is fiction and do be careful and read the warnings at the top. all the idols mentioned here are not what they are in real life.

happy one year to this fic my gosh! i genuinely still can't believe that people love this fic so much. i just have to write this in return ('cause i have also been thinking about them too) :D thank you so much for giving laurel hell a chance and for loving them so much. hope you enjoy this continuation because we started laurel hell with a prologue. why not an epilogue too? + this post is this blog's 1000th post so cheers for that as well

soundtrack (updated playlist) | read part 1 first!

epilogue: my chest is about to burst

from your point of view, you are looking at your whole world.

your body leans against the doorframe as you twiddle with your fingers, eyeing the little fingers clenched into fists out stretched from beneath her little blanket from the gaps of the crib. on the other side, your sight meets the figure with broad shoulders that carefully sets down the baby boy inside his own crib. he leans down, tugging the baby’s blanket on top of the snoring chest just like he did with the sister and carefully leans down as the sound of a kiss flutters in the room. your cheeks warm as he turns around, a wide smile on his face.

heeseung pulls away from siwoo’s crib as the sound of your babies’ snores ring in tandem. his wide smile stops before receding into his signature smirk alongside a scrunched nose and a subtle wink—rolling your eyes as a result. yet, his approaching presence makes you step back outside to the hallway as he carefully clutches onto the door handle and closes it as quietly as possible. your eyes are staring at each other as you both let out a such a long sigh, signalling your tiredness of today from cleaning the house of the tables you pull out for the guests from the very important event of the day.

your twins’ first birthday.

reaching your hand out, you held heeseung’s wrist before bringing him in front of you. your hands fondling his shoulders, pressing down to give them messages as you both walked towards your bedroom. both of you passing by the glass door to the backyard of your new house as you eyed the hanging decorations from the birthday party. wrapped gifts resting on top of the coffee table in the living room, waiting to be opened after the sunrise of tomorrow. for now, your mind is focusing on the comfort of your bed.

the warm light from the bedside lamp creates a relaxing atmosphere as heeseung’s yawn makes you do it as well. he hums, stretching his neck from the soothing message you voluntarily give. heeseung turns his body around before sitting on the edge of the bed. his legs widen up before he tugs you by your hips into his embrace. his head rested on your loose t-shirt-covered stomach, giving it a peck before he tilts back to rest his chin on you, looking up to your face.

“can’t believe they’re one now,” heeseung mumbles. your hands automatically brushing his black bangs that are longer with his new hairstyle, pressing down on the little freckle on his forehead that you love to kiss.

“yeah. gosh, i still remember the pain when i gave birth to them,” you answered, pulling his hand from your hip as you find the crescent marks on the forearm. his blood mixing with yours in that tub, breaking skin to feel a sliver of your enormous pain. his eyes stare at how you caress the marks left by your nails, lifting the arm up so that you can kiss them.

“i’m still so proud of you for that.” his smirk shows once again, the hand you held moved out of your grip before resting on your waist.

“you should also be proud of yourself, hee, for actually committing to what you said that night on the balcony.”

“of course, baby.” his warm gaze pierces your vision as he leans into your left hand that is still cupping his face. leaning down, you rest your lips on his as he puckers up, both pairs melting into each other, signalled by the sigh coming from both you and him. heeseung moves his body backwards, making you gasp and let go from the kiss as you landed on top of him. playfully hitting his chest, heeseung lets out a small shriek and an offended look that made you gave one more peck to the corner of his lips before you rests your back on your side of the mattress.

your head sinks into the silky smooth fabric on the bed, staring at the ceiling as heeseung’s hand moves to connect with yours—interlocking your fingers. peeking from the corner of your eyes, he also stares at the ceiling with his eyelids threatening to droop from exhaustion. that is before he turns his head to meet yours and a smile spreads across both of your features.

“we fucking graduated. we have one-year-old children now together, and i’m living with you now. teen heeseung must have a fucking field day to rest or else his head will explode knowing the situation he is now.”

“heck, i think us in freshmen year of college won’t even expect this shit,” you uttered back. his eyes flutter as he studies your face and how your chest rises and falls in the same rhythm as his.

“i should probably be glad that yoon keeho’s party got raided two years ago. or else, we wouldn’t have fuck and be living this life now.” his statement raises chuckles from you as you shake your head, still couldn’t believe how everything happens and how you are actually enjoying reaping what you both sow now.

“many life-changing events happen even within the year since siah and siwoo are in our lives.” you curl your body now and turn to face it against his. his grip on your hand is still as tight as ever.

“summarize them for me, baby.” heeseung follows suit, the sultry voice that he uses making you roll your eyes once again from his out-of-left-field replies.

“shitting hell, lee.” you used your locked hands to nudge his collar as heeseung held his head against his other arm now resting upright on the mattress.

“well, where do we start?”

-

heeseung's eyes gaze at your shaking body, quiet sobs filter throughout the living area as he couldn't even focus on the movement from the game he is playing at the screen in front of him. days have passed since your confession. he is one month into parenthood and has an internship in a media agency as a copywriter for the sports column. your smile was always masking the session of crying you let out every time you put the baby to sleep.

he continues to peer at you who are standing by the dining table, letting the milk pumper pull out the breast milk so that he or anyone can also help feed the twin. putting his headset on the desk, the chair skids as heeseung stands up to go to you. your hand is gripping the dining table, trembling as heeseung steps closer and peeks his face beside yours. you don't jump anymore—unlike the many times you had before—and your eyelashes flutter as the evident sniffles don't magically make the presence of your crying self disappear instantly.

your tense body relaxes as a warm hand rested on your waist, the hand that was holding onto the table starts to relax as the other is holding onto the pumper. his hand moves and gently pushes your head to face him—dried trails of liquid glisten your cheeks from the light as he brushed them with his thumb.

"i'm listening…" his short reply earns him a small smile from your swollen face. the humming of the machine fills in the space as he holds onto your waist, one of the hand brushing against your breast full of milk.

taking a huge breath, you answered, "i feel… useless… i don't know- i, i just feel like i should do something else other than taking care of the twins. like, preparing for graduation, internships, or something?"

"our graduation isn't until february 2025. you still have a paper to do for that as well… and other than that," he turns your head to face him, mind scrambling as the highlighted words in relation to postpartum blues shows up in mind.

"you're adjusting to a new normal. everything that you, we, are experiencing will be normalcy. you have me to take care of them. you know that, right, baby?"

the pet name that slips out of his lips makes him nibble on them as you let out a small chuckle, your eyes looking another way as he kisses your temple. "yeah, plus you have that paternal leave notice as well," heeseung hums as a reply before he pulls back.

"i was thinking. maybe you could take a weekend trip with the girls. you deserved rest."

"and you deserved more time with your children too, lee heeseung," you retort, feeling how the tips of his fingers are brushing against the part beneath your swollen chest, holding you close against him.

"yeah, that could work." heeseung speaks like he is talking with himself before he rests his head on your shoulder as he opens the group chat with all eight of the gang. his fingers pressing onto the virtual keyboard as he chats away the plan he had been going for you. your sight following each written word as you nuzzle against him.

what could go wrong by leaving heeseung alone with the twins, huh?

-

"WAAHHHHHH"

"RRAHHHH"

two wailing cries come from two different sides of the room as the twins move on the bean bags of the living area. in the kitchen, heeseung is struggling to pour your now-warm breast milk into the bottles while looking at the instructions you give in the chatbox. siah wake him up early today, brushing on the other side of the bed to feel your dissapearance from the night before as chaeryeong picks you up for the girls' trip—a granola bar in replace with a small note of "good luck, lee :P." he didn't realized just how much of a foodie his babies are until siah even nearly finishes her bottle before the daylight graces his side of the earth.

the rest of the day is filled with burping the babies and see them sleep on the bean bag from most of the daylight. as he played co-op with jeongin on the other side of the screen, he had think "it's not as bad as i thought to be with them the whole day." that is before he rested his head against the backrest of his gaming seat that he looks at the instagram story of your matching picture.

pressing it, he finds the video of the rushing spring wave pushing onto the beach. his memory catches onto your apperance, straightening your body as you walk from the sea when he notices how you are wearing one of his basketball shorts—the 01 is evident as it contrasts the black decelis color—but it matches with your bikini top that shows your cleavage but also the rest of your torso that is returning back to your pre-pregnancy body from the wrapping you have done.

heeseung feels the seething flame inside his eyes as he presses to reply to your story, typing into the box as he watches how you're getting closer to the screen before brushing against the camera right as he hits send.

right as he sees your last message, siwoo's wail rings throughout the room that he even is startled by that. too late to quiet him down as his sister follows along. eyes on the empty bottles on the dining table from the morning that he has to refill.

his hands hold onto the two bottles as he gently picks up siah to join her with her brother on the same bean bag before heeseung picks up one bottle and holds the end onto siwoo's lips, which he latches onto. his free hand caresses siah's head before grabbing onto her bottle and doing the same thing to her. instead, she doesn't seem enthusiastic to drink as her cries slowly fizzle out whilst looking at her brother who is drinking the milk with her big doe-like eyes. heeseung chuckles, thanking the universe that it isn't as cruel as he thought.

however, his chuckles are also being followed, looking down to see the corner of siah's mouth lifting up and she lets out a giggle of her own. heeseung's smile gets wider, the first time he sees his daughter genuinely smile. his hand is still squeezing the bottle. siwoo is drinking from it as he can feel the way his eyes getting blurry to hear the chuckles coming from the baby's lips. he knows that he will brag about this to you when you come back tomorrow. "you want to know what happened? siah smiled. genuinely. her smile is so beautiful-"

the chuckles turn into blurbs as siah's innocent eyes look up to her dad's, finding how he grimaces as the smell floating around is a familiar smell—eyes returning to the culprit who was a blabbering mess full of laughter. heeseung sighs as he squeezes the last droplet of the milk before he replaces it with siwoo's pacifier and then taking care of the bomb that siah just dropped. his hands slowly familiarizing the muscle memory he had trained from the many classes with haseul. siah's legs flailing as he peels off the diaper before quickly replacing it.

he can't help but to want to get better with this. the motivation of his rivalry with you coming once again. and he will still definitely flaunt that he had been the receiving end of his daughter's first smile.

-

you didn't cry as much as the month before. instead, it is replaced with the sound of guitar strumming that has decorated your home's atmosphere for the past few days.

with siwoo at the back and siah at the front, heeseung finishes bringing the two on a stroll through campus and on the park—earning a few nods of respect from the people he had met before as he balances his final classes with taking care of the babies. their giggles decorate more of the day as he lets them reach out their hands on the soft grass while resting onto each of their dad's thighs. the door of the apartment closes gently as the sound of your guitar makes the twins react.

ever since that trip—and the many mentions of siah and also siwoo's smiles towards him—you are motivated than ever to reclaim your old life and assimilate it with the one now. reaching out to yoonah, she is able to put your name in for your old position with the additional apprenticeship with the human resources division. hearing much of mitski's latest album on the trip, you played air guitar chords as you listened to the song and looked at the tab deciphered online, implementing on your guitar that you now bring to work.

hearing the sound of the children singing along to your strumming warms and flutters your heart more and more, resulting in yoonah assigning you to play a large part for the annual showcase: playing your guitar as the background for the children to sing, even making you sing a few lyrics to also help them.

"aahhh!" siah reacted to the guitar as heeseung slowly lifted her up from her place and gently carried her whilst walking towards your shared bedroom where you are practicing. a nudge from his elbow is enough for the door to widen as he can hear siwoo also flailing behind his back.

"my babies!" you exclaimed whilst looking upwards from your position sitting on the floor. heeseung slowly kneels down as he places siah on the floor before opening the belt that holds siwoo's carrier by his chest. siah leans her body against heeseung's folded legs as her hands clap against each other. siwoo following afterwards as he had the widest smile on his face. your boyfriend's hand holding onto their chests to not let them lean too forward. their eyes flitting between your strumming hands and the one on the tab of your acoustic guitar. the chords you're playing are simple ones that heeseung asked for you to teach him, but that, combined with the familiar lyrics of the little mermaid staple, 'part of your world' creates a combination of how nonchalant you are between playing the guitar and singing.

heeseung had heard you sing before—from the mumble singing as you tried to separate yourself from him in your joint road trip between two families during the last year of middle school to the karaoke hangs out as you sing a high school musical song with minjeong—yet it still doesn't make him tired. sometimes he joins in even with a small volume. but with the way you had to practice for the performance whilst also helping the children you take care of to also sing, he had caught you singing numerous of times. when you start to play the guitar once again, he enters the room and hears how your sound dwindles from full one lyrical to just melodical hums. but, whilst waiting for the end of the night as you and he tuck in the twins into their cribs, you let him listen to you play mitski's song on the guitar whilst resting his head against your shoulder; sitting on the floor by the foot of the bed after a long day of wrecking his mind for proofreading his articles. his favourite is 'first love/late spring'—your all-time favorite and the very song your instagram handle referred to.

siwoo pushed his hand forward, fingers moving as his big eyes look at your hand on the fingerboard as he mimics them like he holds a small guitar of his own. siah, on the other hand, focuses more on the sound of your voice and on the guitar. her face agape with her eyes moving around to capture as much of the sound as possible. that is before she shrieks in excitement, her body bouncing around it makes heeseung panic as siah claps her hand.

"amma!"

the chord lingers as you stop strumming, jaw dropped as you look at your daughter who didn't know what she has done, but your eyes lock with heeseung who is also left stunned. and as you drop your guitar on the mattress, it begins.

"YES!!!"

"NO!"

your exclaims clash with heeseung's as you quickly grab siah out of his grip and lift her up in your arms. practically running around the bedroom as your whoops and siah's giggles filter into the room. heeseung pulls siwoo up onto his lap, looking at his mom and sister walking around in amazement and confusion before turning his head to look at his dad, who stares down with a look of determination.

"come on, my son! make me proud. say appa." heeseung speaks the last word as slow as ever, replaying it for siwoo to follow as you picked up your phone to record the interaction. siah's excitement spreads as she taps against your torso while calling for you in her baby speak. the viewfinder from the phone screen focuses on siwoo, heeseung's hand resting on the baby's knees as you can see how their eyes start to resemble each other. siwoo follows the way heeseung's lips move, a little chuckle coming out of his little body as heeseung finally lets out the word, slower and now with found.

"appa?" heeseung says once more.

"appa." siwoo follows, and the grin you were sporting gets wider as your body shakes. heeseung giggles as he tucks siwoo into more of his laps before spreading kisses from his head to his chubby cheeks. "appa!" siwoo shrieks as you slowly walk toward heeseung before leaning down and kissing the crown of his head.

"gosh, they're growing up so fast," you sighed as the twins seemed to be encouraged more to speak. heeseung stares up at your standing self, a smirk on his face as he looks at the two. his mind already be thinking of how warm his home can be.

with the numerous practice that you have done in the comfort, a few weeks has passed in a blink of an eye as heeseung looked at his twins tucked in their formal outfits and a small headset that covers their ears so they won't get hurt from the loud sounds, holding onto beomgyu's and ryujin's shoulders respectively.

heeseung tucked his suit jacket and smoothed down the creases as he eyed the numerous parents coming to the recital to celebrate the graduation of the older kids who will be going to elementary school this year; no need for daycares anymore. you have mentioned some of them—mainly woonhak, hyunseo, yujin, and rami—as you both converse about your day at work, as he reminded you many times of your conflicting feelings from the overwhelming sense of emotions and your still unstable postpartum hormones.

"those children will grow up and remember you taking part in their lives."

you left the apartment for the rehearsals, borrowing his car as he has to then drive beomgyu's sedan with the two people holding onto his babies like their designated car seats. a bouquet of pink flowers and another collection of sunflowers sitting beside ryujin, who is playing around with siwoo in the back seat.

the parents there had their eyes on the twins—their eyes full of reminiscence of when their own kids were that young as heeseung told them of their age: nearly three months old. ryujin holds onto the ticket for the recital to go to their seats, their eyes set on the poster for the disney-themed performance as they look at the credits to find your name: narrated and accompanied by (l/n)(y/n).

the twins couldn't contain their excitement as beomgyu sat on his seat and jumped siah around on his thighs. the boy's eyes looking at his best friend with furrowed eyebrows and bouquets tucked in front of him to hide.

"didn't know she is also narrating the recital," heeseung uttered, confiding with his best friend to whom he can pour his hearts out.

"yeah, but you should've known because she is practicing many disney songs to play." beomgyu shook his head, can't believing even your boyfriend can see the nuance of it.

"that is because you are a fully-fledged musician, beom. and it feels to me like she kept it a secret for me." he rolled his eyes before ryujin cut in.

"she does that. i know little spoilers but you'll see why she only practices songs outside of work," your best friend said as she hold onto siwoo. their eyes were looking at heeseung, who only gave a sigh before the lights dimmed in the rest of the room, shining a spotlight on the lone stool in the middle of the stage.

claps and cheers are heard as heeseung looks to the stage to find you in a dress he had never seen you before. a white sundress that is a perfect embodiment of a cozy summer look. the little scratchiness of the acoustic guitar strap on your back also filled in with your footsteps as you bowed down in front of the parents you recognized and guests that also come along, tucking on the headset microphone closer to your lips.

sitting down and adjusting the guitar to rest on your lap, heeseung looks as you played the song he never heard you play at home, but he recognized it from his childhood. your fingers picking on the strings as your voice rings as he held onto his breath, mesmerize by everything that is you. a intimate and warm rendition of 'you'll be in my heart' from the tarzan movie he had watched when he was also a kid.

"i will be here, don't you cry~" you sing and smile, knowing what happens next as you sing the chorus and the curtains lift up behind you, showing the kids dressing up in their costumes and the backdrop of a beautiful landscape behind you. the sound of the pitter-patters from the stage combines with the children's laughter as you continue to sing, and it made heeseung's eyes sting before looking at his twins, who are also looking at the stage, mesmerized.

as he watches the performance, he now understands your role as the audience surrogate—maybe even parental surrogate. a bridge between the children and their fantasy world and the people watching as you seem to be like an all-seeing and knowing deity, asking questions the audience may also thinking in their head as the children answers, playing the music diegetically and non-diegetically as heeseung can't help but to utilizes the lessons he learned in media analysis class. the children perform with the music as you continue to accompany them until the end.

with the last song—indicated by the appearance of a small orchestra group—ended, the audience stands for the standing ovation. you lead the kids to the front of the stage as you all take a bow alongside the daycare staff who appeared on stage as the team leaders of every group on the stage. heeseung quickly steps out from his seat, and giddiness flows through his body when he sees the other parents allowed to be on stage to give their bouquets to their children.

your eyes were greeting woonhak's parents, who were beaming with joy at their child's performance, saying words about the boy who is hugging onto his dad's legs before you heard someone call for you. turning your body to the voice, your eyes enlarged as you watched heeseung standing up on stage with a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand.

"for me?" you asked as you stopped in front of heeseung, who had a sheepish smile.

"this one? no, this is for the kids," he answered as the disappointed look he expected didn't come. it was replaced with disbelief.

"wow, you even thought of them, huh? genuinely impressed." you slowly hold onto the bouquet as you see the sunflowers are separated. in an instant, you left heeseung behind to approach woonhak as you squatted down and gave him one of the sunflowers. heeseung actually followed you around, giving the flowers to children that you had taken care of as he watches some of them wrapping their arms around your neck.

the paper that encases the stems is all left as you fold it when your eyes see ryujin and beomgyu standing at the front of the stage as they looked up at the crowd there. your legs stride you there as you see your babies realizing the look of their mom there with the exclamations of "ma" ringing between them.

"hello! how are you two doing with uncle gyu and auntie ryu?" you questioned as you sat down in the position where your legs dangled off the stage as the twins reached their arms up to caress your dress.

"they're surprisingly calm during the car ride. siah was actually bopping to the rock songs on the radio," beomgyu replied as he held onto siah gently while still letting her reach out to touch your hand. the boy's eyes moved to your right as ryujin rolls her eyes whilst giggling. you turn to see a bouquet of pink flowers in your eyes as you lift up and find heeseung's heavy breathing face with a sweating forehead staring right at you.

"i was chasing you around. you were so quick," your boyfriend complained as you echoed your question.

"so, this one is for me?"

"of course, baby," he replied as you looked down at the bouquet and pulled it to your hold. your hand brush up his forehead to wipe the sweat before he wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your temple. earning a look of disgust at beomgyu and ryujin as heeseung gives a quick bird flip to the both of them before he reaches down to get siah and siwoo from their hands to your laps to get some photos.

-

"has it been that long since we ate out?" you eyed the hotpot broths that were slowly boiling on the table between the two of you.

"only the two of us? probably before you gave birth," heeseung replied, his forehead framed with his bangs as you both wearing some comfy outfits whilst going out after leaving the twins with your parents.

"in technicality, all four of us were there." you held onto the chopsticks and put the things you ordered into the broth. "so, i can assume that we never go out only the two of us."

"why would we back then? we're rivals, and we can't stand each other."

you hummed as heeseung put the noodles in the mala broth, "yet, here we are. sitting across from each other, dating, and also having kids with each other." he continues.

"you just have to know how much of a relief i will be having today without the twins. i love them, but i also want rest," you said it so playfully exasperated, watching the food being boiled as heeseung tasted the broth on the tip of his chopsticks.

"well, they will be with your parents today and then my parents tomorrow. we'll have the whole weekend to ourselves until we pick them up on sunday. that should probably be enough, yeah?"

"yeah," you echoed. your eyes gleaming as you stare at the boy across from you, not as a baby daddy, but as someone you are interested in.

"i think you promised me to do a tell-all on that girls' trip with you five," heeseung continues the conversation as you sighed.

"unless you also tell me that day you brought the twins to work."

"deal."

both of you blabber as you keep up with each other's lives whilst filling your stomachs up with the delicious hotpot. maybe it is because of your shared struggle that you are very comfortable talking with each other about something deeper. you both actually resolve much of the conflict you had when you were younger, from the time when you stopped him from teasing a friend of yours to him genuinely apologizing for the nosebleed you get. you talked about your friends' relationships too, mainly beomgyu and ryujin that still pisses you off because of beomgyu's "chance" by using you. but you didn't expect that heeseung has some hot takes about it, too.

"it is very shitty of him when i knew of the big picture. i actually had a talk with him about that the first time we met after i moved into the apartment with you. he shouldn't use you like that." heeseung sipped his drink before continuing, "maybe that's why he still isn't as open to you like he used to."

"yeah, i feel it too. but i am glad that he manned up and actually courted ryujin. like, that time that i said to him that because she is demiromantic might be stuck to him because he had to actually get close to her to make her interested in him." you stretch your arms up after licking the broth that was sticking to your lips.

as you put your card down to pay—"for all the numerous times you paid me for my food" you retorted to him—you walk hand in hand with heeseung on the shopping street as you eyed the numerous stores before his eyes landed on the arcade. shaking your head, you let heeseung drag you into the building with numerous neon-colored machines as he leads you both to the air hockey table. a recognisable flame in his eyes as he inserts the credits into the machine.

"come on. don't tell me you're giving up on our rivalry?" heeseung taunts you as he grabs the mallet on his side.

"it never died down ever since you brought up the twins' firsts and who saw it. bring it on!" the puck is released from its dock as you hit it with your mallet hard to the other side, eyes on the goal.

it didn't stop with air hockey; it continued to racing games both on car and motorcycle to even the game where you both have to use teamwork to fight the enemies. in the end, the giddiness of your youths comes back as you walk side by side with fingers interlocked, your other hand holding onto the bag containing your favorite joint fried chicken franchise as a takeaway. the wind of the night blowing the cool air that combats the summer's stinging heat.

pressing the number in the keypad, the familiar chime tells you to push the door handle and the door open. your feet immediatly moves to push your shoes off as you step onto the wooden floor, heading towards the kitchen island that is your dining table. you put down the bag of chicken on it, moving it around on the island until it stands near the edge on the shorter side. that is when you also noticed the sound of loud breaths and hands pressing down on your hips.

"you look so fucking sexy." the familiar voice calls as he brushes his point nose against the crook of your neck, inhaling a little bit before pressing a searing kiss on the skin. "from that dress in the recital to your freaking outfits on that girls trip" he reminded. one of his hands move to the front of you, pressing down onto the tummy where your babies were—nearing the top of your lower lips. the searing kiss trails down until the edge of the collar from your neck before he gave the skin a hard suck.

"i wanna put another baby in you." heeseung's deep tone sends goosebumps up your arms. one of your hands meets the one pressing down your tummy. you expand your neck for him, leaning back against his muscular shoulders as his hold on you moves around your body, one of them squeezing your tense breasts that lets you feel both the pain and pleasure.

"hee, we might get an irish twin, then."

"irish triplet with our current situation. besides..." one of his hands guides your head to face his—even only a glimmer of it felt hot against your cheeks, "i haven't properly thank you for giving birth to our children and the past three months."

your quick movement makes his grip on you loosen and you wrapped your hands around his neck before slamming your lips against his that he replies hungrily. your baggy clothes fold into the form of your current body as he pushes his tongue into your cavern, sensing the saliva polling around the edge of your lips. a gasp come out from your lungs as he lifted you up to sit on the kitchen island. legs already curling up as he stands in between your spreading knees. heeseung's digits continue to trail down against your front as you lean back and find yourself breathing hard the oxygen around you. you help him lift your t-shirt off of yours, letting him see the nursery bra you bought yourself because of your enlarging breasts.

"fuck…" you hiss, letting him touch the much more sensitive nipples because of the arousal as he chuckles as you lift his t-shirt off. the plane of his muscles still looks sexy even without the strain of sports training them when you move your hands across his torso before you cup his jaw and meet his lips with yours once again. kisses that felt more like devouring every inch of your mouth to each other.

"i'm gonna worship you so much," he whispers against your lips, forehead meeting yours as you let your breath intermingle when his two hands reach behind to unhook your bra. your breasts fell from the hold as they landed on your chest. heeseung's hands pushed your shoulder blades so that you sat upright before moving to your perk nipples, all sensitive to touch even with his caresses.

"you have to know…" he cups one of your boobs gently, "when i was heating up the milk for the twins when you were away for your trip." his hands now move to hold you by your ribcage right underneath your armpit, making him able to play to around with them easier.

"i tried a sip." your eyes meet where heeseung's eyes supposedly are looking, yet his focus lingers a little longer on your breasts before he lifts it up to know your reaction. lips agape, you meet his hot stare as he steps closer, brushing his clothed bulge against your covered core. the tips of your nose touching as his eyes pierced into yours.

"i bet it tastes better from the source. please, let me?" you lightly gnaw at your bottom lip, looking between his thick lips to your sensitive boobs as you decipher the hint of desperation in his tone. one of your hands moved to caress the prominent lines on his abdomen.

"i want to see you do it." your words added to your nodding as he gives you a peck on the lips before trailing them down your chin to your neck and your chest. one hand holding yourself upright on the island, his hand cup one of your boobs before squeezing it, making you let out a small moan only for him to hear combined with both of your ragged breaths.

his lips trailed down the curve before flicking the nipple with his tongue. you peer down, focusing on the nipple that heeseung wants to try.

"a little suck first, until you taste it." you guide him as his big eyes open to meet yours while his lips wrapped around the nipple. the little tug from heeseung's force startles you because it feels the same as your babies when you breastfeed. "add a bit more force." his eyebrows furrowed a little to your additional guideline, the hand holding onto your other boob give a light squeeze when he sucked with a bit more force. and when he felt the sweet and warm liquid envading his taste buds, he couldn't help but groan and close his eyes to take it in.

your moans increase in frequency as your eyes continue to focus on your boyfriend's blissful expression from breastfeeding from you. his grip on the other breast squeezes more as you feel his tongue lapping your milk. he pulls off with an evident pop, vision still on the nipples as it squirts a bit more of the milk before landing on your areola, where he trails the tip of his tongue to not let them go to waste. he meets your eyes with a grin on his face before he presses his tongue back into your cavern, letting you taste the milk your body produced.

"it is better. now i know why the twins love the milk so much. i might get addicted to this." heeseung mumbles as he is already on his way to your other boobs. fighting the coolness with his warm mouth as you chuckle from his statement.

"don't hoard the milk for yourself, baby." your hand that was on his abs moved down to his clothed bulge. his eyebrows raised as you communicate with your eyes before you felt his hand following your actions.

"i'll buy you so many food so that you can make more for the twins and me…" your boyfriend utter against your skin before sucking with the same force on your other nipple, feeling the milk getting pulled out as your fingers unbutton his jeans and zip it down. you can't help but lean your head back and whimper, enjoying heeseung's warmth from his mouth lapping up your milk to his fingers already unbuttoning your own baggy jean pants and caressing your moist core.

pulling back as he licks up the rest of the droplets of milk, your touch on his hardened covered cock is gone as he slowly kneels down. he peels away both your pants and underwear to gaze at every expanse of your skin. heeseung kisses every scar around your waist, tummy, and hips areathe past three months about most are the result of how your skin stretcch to accomodate your twins during your pregnancy. he gives special treatment on the stretch marks on your tummy, the ones he also helps with when you were too busy breastfeeding the twins to give the lotion. and then, he continues to trail down, kissing along the slit of your outer labia before finding your clit and the wet core before he licks the pre-cum up.

"i miss this pussy." he groaned then quickly followed with a shriek from you as he laps up your slit, satiating his starvation. your hand locking into the strand of his hair as the gentle heeseung begging to breastfeed is now gone in an instant. your clit slowly becomes more and more sensitive with his licks, combine that with his finger pushing into your walls makes the whole of your body shudder.

"heeseung, heeseung, baby-" you exclaimed, thighs trembling as you held it open to not crush him. he thrusts into your hole with his tongue and presses down on your nub. your toefingers cringing in pleasure as you let the moans come out of you and into the darkness of the night and comfort of your apartment. his hums create more vibration as you brush the bangs covering his forehead, finding his hooded eyes looking at yours and your blissful expression. every thrust and lick is slowly building you up to the release you haven't felt in a while. your hand movement becomes more frantic from the caress of his hair to the hold on his shoulder.

pulling away, heeseung looks at the line of spit connecting his lips to your labia, brushing them with your thumb as he stands up to peel his underwear off, dragging you off the island as you take a quick look at his erect cock, before he brought you to your bedroom. being in the front, heeseung eyes the mirror in the corner of the room beside the window as he brings you both in front of it. the corner of the bed behind you when you eyed your reflection as you hear taps on skin before turning to see heeseung manspreading on the bed, his cock twitches as it becomes harder and straighter.

you bit your bottom lip as you stepped towards him. he turned your body around and pulled you into his embrace. his cock resting in between your cheeks as you can't help but gaze at your body on his. heeseung pulls you a bit upwards as he adjust his sitting, the dick that rested behind you now folding forward as you can feel it grazing your swollen nub. his head appears on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your front as he whispers, "look in the mirror."

from the reflection, you find two naked bodies in a passionate embrace; the warmth from the orange lamp on the bedside table enforces the intimacy as you gaze down to look at your nether region touching. but when you trail upwards, you feel shivers as you meet heeseung's eyes, who has been observing just how good your body is on his. his hand doesn't stop trailing to the stretch marks when you turn your head to find his. your hand holding onto his nape as his kisses are messy, trailing his saliva down the expanse of your neck before your collarbone and shoulder.

"i want you to see just how much you enjoy getting fuck by my cock," his hands slowly moved down to your thighs respectively, "spread them for me."

you folded your knees as you rested the heels beside each side of his thighs, jaw dropping as you can see your hole spreading open in the mirror. one of heeseung's hands caresses the lower lips, spreading it open using two of his fingers against the skin. his kisses along your shoulder continue with his eyes looking at you looking downwards. a hand reaches for his hard member so close to slip inside. you spit onto the palm as you wet his tip up. his sighs is chill on your wet shoulder as he presses down on your clit and your tummy—where your womb is.

"whenever you ready, because i'm going hard," he seductively tells you, biting the lobe of your ear lightly as he sits up and holds himself steady for you to move. when you nudge his tip against your clit, both of you let out a shared moan as heeseung's grip on you tighten. you slide his tip up and down your slit before pushing it into your hole, looking at it spread as you move your hips forward to push him deeper.

both yours and his eyes focused on how your walls spread to take him in—nearly closing your eyes as heeseung whispers, "eyes stay open." the sensation is something that you missed—and something that you don't want to tell him that he is the only one that could fulfill it—as both his and your hips move in tandem to see find the tip of his cock almost slipping out before you both push together, a gasp coming out as he stole your breath when you felt him touching the entrance of your cervix.

"look at you, mama. splitting into two with my dick inside of you." you moaned at his words as the sensation stuns you to brace yourself while heeseung continues to move, making you stabilize yourself by digging your heels on the mattress and one of your hands digging into your open lower lips with a v shaped from your pointer and middle fingers, pressing it close near heeseung's cock for added touch as he groans behind you, still rubbing onto your clit.

heeseung's head rested on your shoulder, pushing down so that it won't let go as his hips move his member into and hands holding you in place. he gazes at your bouncing breasts with each thrust, your moans combining with his as he eyes the nipples where the familiar white droplets are leaking out from the nipples.

"you're so fucking- i can't believe you're mine." he babbles, the hold on your waist moves up to your breast as he felt the stickiness of his saliva and your milk, not stopping the pace of his dick drilling into you. blood rushes into your cheeks when you realise that your breast milk is leaking out. but your boyfriend doesn't even have the comprehension to stop.

"harder, daddy-" you let out a long moan as every sense in your body overwhelms you. your eyes moving between his cock pushing and pulling inside of you, his hands holding onto one of your boobs, and heeseung's face full of grit as he chases his and your highs. leaning forward, you feel the way your back is sticking to his chest from the sweat as you brace your hands on his knees, lifting your hips to meet his as you feel every deep thrust he pushes inside of you. not even a minute later, you can feel your body trembling and your hands waver as heeseung pulls you back again to him. his arm wrapped around your collar before a hand grabs onto your neck and presses down on the side.

"i'm cum-" you announced, tears in your eyes as you see the blurriness of your face and the ruined make up on your face. shaking, you let out a loud moan as you collapse back onto heeseung, who is close because of his pattern of groans.

"cum inside me, daddy," you mumbled out, egging him on as your orgasm makes you open your eyes wide and clear. the wetness from your cum spilling out with his thrust as he holds onto your body tighter and tighter, his lips founding your neck as he gives a long suck while moaning against your skin. his warm semen coats your walls as he continues to groan; gravity does its thing as he fills you up so full that it starts to leak out.

you watch as heeseung's flushed face holds open your thighs wide, eyes on your nether region as you follow him to find his white semen leaking from around his cock as your lips continue to grip on him. your hands is the one that reaches down, picking up a trail of it from a prominent vein on his dick, and places it by your perky nipple, let his cum meets your breastmilk as he reaches up to caress the mixture, your boob, and your hand in the same squeeze—making you tilt your head as he slams his swollen lips on yours. his hums making hum as well as you felt his other hand touching the area where you and he meet, the stickiness of both of your releases on his palm

pulling away from the hot kiss, you mumbled, "one more."

"one more?"

"one more load from you, daddy, please." your hooded eyes meets his, clamping onto his cock as your lips brushes against his. then, a blur of movement pulls out another puff of breath from you.

your back landed on the matress, whimpers came out of you as he pulled out when his body now before you, kneeling on the beds as you spread your legs open for him. both of your cum squeezes out from your moving walls. heeseung doesn't hesitate, pluging deep inside of you as your eyes enlarges and lips widen into a smile.

"YES- ah!" you shouted, his legs grabbing onto your respectively as he pushes down, folding your body as it still shakes with every thrust he pushes in. your hands reaching on the forearms that holding onto your legs, locking you both into the position. heeseung continues to drill into you, your pussy's wetness from your natural lubricants and his semen becoming music into his ears along with the skin slapping and your moans.

"fuck- you can take it, yeah mama? one more load?"

"yes, yes, yes, yes- daddy!" you replied as he let go of his hold on your legs and leaned forward, pushing him deeper as your legs wrapped themselves behind his back. his hands sit beside your head, every movement from him drags you up the bed as he finally leans down and swallow your moans all to himself. his hand grabs onto the breast where you spread his cum on, leaning down so he trail of his off before to your nipple and he suck hard to get the milk out.

"fuck yes!" you exclaimed, hands moving down to his ass where you hold him there to push him more, "breed me, breed me, breed me- i'm cum-"

your body trembles underneath heeseung's as you hold onto his back to press him down against you, riding your high as he chases his own. his hold on your throat continues as he leans so close to make your lips involuntarily kiss each other's with every push. a thumb from the hold on your neck presses down onto your bottom lips to make you suck on them as he hides his head in your neck—holding himself as deep as he can inside of you for last time tonight as he groans for you, adding more load of his release for your walls to hold on.

hands reaching for his head as you slowly brought them in front of you, ragged breathes bouncing on each other as you adjust your breathing to his. a chuckle coming out from both of you as you pulled him down and kiss the freckle on his forehead before trailing down to his fluttering eyelids to his swollen lips. the only sound is from your breath before the familiar ringtone comes from outside of the room.

"get it for me, daddy? i feel wobbly as fuck."

"for sure, mama." he kissed your cheek as he stands up, seeing that he is also stumbling while a few of your releases flung from his dick that whips around everytime he moves—making you giggle more as you heard him say "fuck you" from outside the bedroom. his footsteps get closer as he throws your t-shirt for you before putting the phone on speaker as he tugs onto his own tee. the familiar cry coming from the end of the call.

"(y/n)! are you okay if we move to video call? siwoo seems to his mom so much, he couldn't fall asleep." your mom calls for you from the end of the line, making you quickly pull your back against the wall of the bed and tucking your t-shirt.

"sure-" you're startled by your hoarse voice before clearing them with a cough, "sure, sorry for picking up late. just preparing to get to sleep."

the call quickly changes to a video call as you regard heeseung, who is back from the bathroom, your makeup remover on one hand and a small towel on the other. on the screen of your phone, you are faced with the appearance of your crying son as you clear your throat again.

"siwoo-yah. mama's here," you called out as heeseung sat beside you, hands holding open your thighs as he lightly pats your core and cleans your releases from your lower lips.

hearing your voice, siwoo's cry seems to die down as he looks into your screen to see his mom's face while his grandma seems to bounce him when you notice just how sleepy he is.

"was he asleep before he cried, mom?" you questioned. the screen flips upwards to see siwoo on your mom's lap.

"yeah, i just think he missed his parents. that's all."

"we missed you too, buddy," heeseung calls from off-screen as the look in siwoo's face changes in recognition. pushing your hand forward, you slowly gave your phone to heeseung's other hand and tried your best to not show your mom what you both were doing while she was taking care of her grandchildren to sleep.

siwoo exclaims as he sees his dad on the screen, making you able to his with every caress of the towel against you core from how sore you are as heeseung comes to help soothe him before singing the lullaby he sings to get the babies to sleep—you following him in a whispers.

you settle all morning in heeseung's embrace when you wake from the warm shower you both have last night. all the plans for day two without your twins go away as you both are just there in each other's hands, and your social battery recharges as you spend quality time with each other- including a little cockwarming action as you help strategise his next moves in league of legends.

as the last day ends, siwoo and siah are tucked in their car seats as you sit in between them. the groceries and other things you got today sitting in the front seat with heeseung as he drives all of you home. heeseung's parents' words about how polite these two are give a sense of pride for yourself and their son as you pick them up, holding onto two more bags of goodies his parents and yours also give to the twins and their parents.

after taking a warm shower, you lean yourself back on the bean bag as you hold onto the controller, staring at the projection of the colorful gameplay of it takes two on the wall. a hiss comes out from heeseung who fails another jump on the platforming as you waited on the other end, following with a hiss of your own as you look down on your bare chest to see both the twins breastfeeding on each boob at the same time.

"i'm getting second-hand embarrassment from seeing you struggling so much." you tilt your head to face him on his own bean bag.

"i'm trying here, baby."

"yeah, you are. that's your fault for boasting a bit too much." your voice pitch goes a little high in the word 'bit' as he lets out a full sigh when he finally sees your character on his side of the screen. you recall his words as he bought the game off of the steam marketplace—"cool premise for a game about a married couple and their struggles but played by a young couple whose relationship is blooming from a place of competition," his words echo—yet, he is the one that is mad with himself.

peering down when you hear the sound, siah leans back and coughs as heeseung steps from his bean bag, bringing it beside yours as he picks up siah from your chest and into his arms, patting her back so she can swallow the food against his bare torso. the light refracted from the wall also lighting up your skin; specifically much more comfortable in being topless around each other the blinds are sealed shut.

you held onto siwoo, who is still enthusiastically drinking milk when you heard the burp from siah as heeseung turns his head to face you with a smirk. "one down and one more to go."

"i don't think they will rest soon." you point at your daughter, who is already mesmerised by the moving scenery of the game on the wall.

"that's okay. family bonding time, besides…" heeseung gently holds onto siah as he leans down towards your side, "i can take a sip of your milk again anyway, right? so that one is not lopsided."

rolling your eyes, you caress siwoo's hair before saying, "sure, baby."

heeseung leans down and laps the leftover from siah's feeding time before sucking lightly on the nipple and let him sip little by little, can't help but brushing the hairs of your boys that were clinging onto you as your girl speaks in her baby speak whilst looking at how the projection moves around with your movement on the thumb stick, fascinating her with the world of game and even the real world more and more.

-

"a-wa-wahh?"

"agooo!"

"yeah, i know," heeseung replied as he held onto the twins wearing their matching onesies of the zootopia characters. the bunny ears on siah pushed back so she can look at you who is still finishing your halloween look: adding onto the drawing on your skin so that it could look more "ripped up".

you looked one last time at your halloween outfit, a modern, last-minute outfit based on frankie stein from monster high as the girls finally settled on the outfit theme they wanted to wear. pulling a little bit of your shirt down, you clean up your look as you turn around to find heeseung and your children already waiting for you.

"done- oop, my bag." heeseung rolls your eyes as you approaches the bedside table to pick up the bag that you had prepared.

heeseung stands up as he brings the two babies into their car seats before you both lift them up respectively to the car's back seat—settling them down with the instructions you are familiar with by now. you give a long sigh and sit at the front seat as the car heats up the machine.

"we're probably going to arrive there late," he said, hands holding onto the sterring wheel.

"i mean, your outfit is really easy. your minecraft skin?"

"we could do a family halloween costume, but you already promised to coordinate with your girls. hence, i'm doing the same with my boys."

"i would love to do that next halloween."

a hand reaches for your thigh as you follow it to see heeseung's smirk already appearing. "there'll be a next time, huh?"

"you're stuck with me 'until the heat death of the universe', right?" you reminded him of his own words as you both chuckle. his hand grabbing onto the stick and move it to drive as the car moves forward. "you've send the link to the group chat?"

"yeah, when we were waiting for you. it is mostly your doing so i'll be the one doing the talking," heeseung answered as the car drove out of the parking lot onto the street.

"you don't need to be that serious. it's just a friendly presentation night with the others, but we're doing it together." you lean back against the seat as heeseung continues to give a squeeze on your thigh. a small click coming from his lips.

"you do remember that we are competitive as fuck, (y/n)? even if i go easier on you, it doesn't mean i will do the same with the others." you sighed with his answers, finding the familiar fiery eyes he has on even with a small glance. your hand reaches for his on your thigh, giving him your answer without words as you check on the twins in the back seat.

the car arrives at heeseung's former apartment complex before he moved in with you. jimin was already standing by the parking lot as he approached the parked car when heeseung went out and gave him a huge hug, guiding him to you as he helps carry siah's car seat alongside heeseung with siwoo's.

for this year's halloween, the gang—with the addition of yunjin and jaehyuk as the ones filling in in both of your old rooms and many of your closest friends—wanted it more to be a small get together like the new year's party you both were also invited to: filled with the same faces that you won't probably see during the winter break and eventually, the graduation.

squeels come as you opened the door to the apartment you haven't step in a while to be greeted with yunjin and minjeong who approaches you, arms wide in giving you a tight hug as you look as minjeong's clawdeen and yunjin's draculaura's outfits.

"where are my nephew and niece?" you heard the sound of your long-time best friend who comes in with her ghoulia outfit including her glasses. ryujin arrives as she crouches in front of the car seats where siwoo and siah are seated, leaving them behind to her and you as heeseung greets his boys as jeongin gave him a diamond sword to add to his costume property.

with the main agenda of the whole get-together being the presentation night, the wheel of names calls the name of beomgyu and ryujin before being followed by chaeryeong and jimin to then you and heeseung. the twins settled down on minjeong and jeongin's laps as they played around with them. your eyes focusing on the screen-shared tv as you let out a chuckle on the title of their presentation.

"the desperation of choi beomgyu vs the nonchalantness of shin ryujin," said the girl, speaking in a gradiose tone as you can't help but let out a chuckle because of your involvement in this. however, not the sweetest one, as you can already feel a little tug on your heartstrings at what will be mentioned. your eyes move around to find heeseung's on yours, a look of worry recognisable on his face before he picks himself up and asks chaeryeong in her cleo de nile outfit if he can sit beside you. his hands instantly hold yours, relaxing your shaking hands in his warm hold as you brace for what is to come in the presentation.

"the thing is, (y/n) had a crush on beomgyu for a while, and i genuinely didn't know that the reason he was visiting our place was because he was looking for me. i might have a feeling that it was because beomgyu reciprocate her feelings that he came every week, other than following heeseung's want." ryujin candidly speaks—something that you love about her as she just can't seem to hide something that could resolves somenone's conflict, inside and out.

"and when (y/n) and heeseung had a big fight, she came to me and confessed her feelings. and, i have to say no. other than my focus in pining for ryujin, i just knew that by that time, my best buddy here," beomgyu points to heeseung with an open palm, "was already catching feelings for (y/n)."

"you did?" you turned to face heeseung, his eyes looking at beomgyu before you, and he nods.

"when we opened up to each other, i realized how bad it feels to be treated like that for a long time. then with the whole pregnancey too."

"yet you don't plan on telling me that?" you pushed back to his words, creating a few whoops before giggles as you also let out a smile, knowing how funny this all is. the pout formed on your lips added more to the faux sadness you want the others to see as heeseung pulls you to him.

"hey, hey," he kisses your temple, "in the end, i'm here, right? i'm your boy, baby." you hummed to his answer as you could see ryujin and beomgyu grimacing from your affectionate display.

"you two do it too." you glare at them teasingly while the other couple in the room—minjeong and sungchan—remain unscathed in this whole ordeal.

after chaeryeong and jimin's enlightening presentation about the hardest dance style they have to dance inside and outside of their current studio, you opened the slides you have edited to be met with oohs and ahhs, then chuckles as they see the familiar faces of the presenters as children.

"how we (former basketball players) will assign your positions in a basketball team," heeseung says the title as he is even startled by the picture you put at the start: your pictures in middle school when you both still play basketball. your nose bridge has a bandage right across it as heeseung is holding a basketball by his right arm. you both looked so done with each other as you remembered the smiles your mom had behind his mom who is taking the picture.

"god, you both look so disgusted standing beside each other," chaeryeong mumbles as she continues to laugh as the presentation continues. some of the thoughts written here are from little conversations you have with heeseung from walking across each other, finishing another level of it takes two, or some spoken when you both are so close to sleep. heeseung knew that sungchan would be a good center because of his tall stature, and you chimed in with minjeong being small forward. the funny thing is that you argue a lot with him about where jeongin is supposed to be.

"he's a good shooter. i played with him before."

"but he is also great with his reflexes. he is a practically pro gamer at his point because of streaming."

heeseung can only chuckle as he sees little inclusions of photos from when you were children to his photo from the decelis team. in the last slide as you present, his gaze at the picture of when you were both in elementary school standing side-by-side in your basketball jerseys with the same design. he can't help but look at his twins, seeing a glimpse of the faces in the picture in their still chubby faces.

"any questions?" you call out as you see eunseok lift his hand up.

"i didn't know you were a basketball player before, (y/n). why'd you stop?"

you let out a thin smile to his question, eyes already moving to heeseung who stands before you with his head turned back to observe. "it's because of heeseung, actually. at some point in our life-long rivalry, i got tired of keeping up with him and decided to stop basketball in high school to go on my own path."

"because i'm the better one between us with basketball." said boy responds as you roll your eyes, "but (y/n) here still has some chops on the court. i've seen it myself and her advice actually made us won the last basketball season."

jimin also raises his hand as you point at him, "do you want to teach your kids basketball someday?"

both of you look towards the twins, who are now sitting on auntie minjeong and uncle sungchan's laps, respectively. their wide eyes are looking expectantly at you both as you could see siah looking at the screen behind you, a glimpse to seeing her parents when they are closer to her age.

heeseung caress on your lower back captures your attention as he gives a small tilt on his head. "i think it would be good to teach them basketball as soon as possible, right, baby? especially since our lease ended next march."

"but you'll be the one paying for the rings and balls and stuff. and…" you peck his cheek, "that's a confirmation that you will help me teach them how to walk."

your comment creates more laughter as you teasingly show your tongue to him and evade his kiss as you end your presentation and sit down, letting minjeong give you both siwoo and siah as they lean their heads against your torso. heesseung's arm rests behind you on the couch as he scoots closer.

-

"wakey-wakey, baby."

heeseung groan as he felt kisses on his puffy face, hands wrapping around his chest as he slowly opened his eyes to see a blurry view of a figure before him. all he could do was give a small smile as he felt a peck on his lips.

"we get around an hour and a half to check out from the hotel. come on," the voice calls to him as he is being pulled up to sit upright. heeseung blows some raspberries before he blinks away the blurriness to find you with your fluffy bed hair, trying to not let your heavy eyelids win against your consciousness. after all, it is your last day in osaka before moving to another city.

genuinely, heeseung felt bad to be outside of the country only with you. but his parents and yours are so happy to have their grandchildren stay with them more. the twins also seem to enjoy it—though you always remind them to not treat them too much. a japan trip is something you and heeseung decided on at the last minute, but it is more in a way that you have also choke him with japanese movies akin to nobody knows, such as drive my car and all about lily chou-chou. you do have to sacrifice much of your schedule to heeseung, who is already noting osaka as his main destination because of mainly universal studios with the harry potter and nintendo area.

you both spend the whole day there, utilizing the expensive tickets for the rides in both harry potter and nintendo areas. he takes a picture of you in the recreation of the hogwarts castle with your house robe alongside the slytherin robe that he is wearing. he was the one who bought the hats from nintendo world with you and your luigi hat, and he with his mario's: completing the look. even for a trip around a week, you've learned more about him because of your situation outside of your comfort zone. he is surprised by your basic knowledge of the japanese language—courtesy of the media you consumed. but he also surprised you by how gentle he is throughout the trip, not interjecting as much as he usually does.

the train ride to kyoto was filled with clear blue skies as you lean against his shoulder with his own rubbing against your arm. the autumn weather added more to the scenery as the colors of the leaves changed and fell, yet some greenery stayed in few specks on the earth. your eyes settled on the moving buildings outside of the wall as you could feel heeseung's steady breaths from the nap he is taking.

during the trip, you both don't really talk as much and enjoy each other's company. with every glance shared between the two of you, you could communicate what you want. you both walked around the neighborhood where the accommodation is: a small cabin by the river overlooking the much more fuller side of kyoto along with a glimpse of its castles and temples. your phone is held in your hand as you can't help but to take a picture of the street you are in—the last lush greenery before autumn brushs it away along with the little glimmer of lights from the wet streets of rain. as you bowed your head at the caretaker who gave you the key, you opened the door to find a quaint house complete with a kitchen and a patio at the back where you can take a look at the beuatiful scenery—something that you will enjoy later in the day.

heeseung's attention is always on you as you both walk around the castle at the center of kyoto, taking picture of you in his mind as you gracefully sightsee and take pictures of what you take interests in. the cold weather brushes against his warm cheeks as he follows you around like you do him back in universal studios—reacting to the mundane things you like about the city itself. much different than what a city like osaka has to offer.

he always has his eyes on you as you look around a small market selling homemade items from pottery to arts that he can't help but to take pictures of candidly, adding to a gallery full of pictures of you he had in his phone. something that heeseung from one year ago would not even comprehend to even make.

you both carried a few groceries back home after eating dinner at a delicious ramen restaurant for your breakfast for the next three days. the sun rays pushing through the branches as you take in the orange of the sunset sky. heeseung keeping up beside you as you two walk slowly—letting you take in the atmosphere.

"i think it's nice if we can find a neighborhood like this for a place to stay. just," you paused before turning your head. "somewhere quaint. it doesn't have to be exactly like this."

"a place where the twins can walk around and we can just live slowly," heeseung added as you hummed.

"you want that? living slowly?" you furrowed your eyebrows at his statement, eyes looking at how even adulting and being a dad has affected him with the dark circles under his eyes from uncertain time of sleep.

"someday. we have to grind to get that though. we barely finish uni and we're thinking about so much. maybe, we can invest in something too. i don't know…" you felt a nudge on your hand from him, "you're the business student out of the two of us. what do you think?"

"i think," you cleared your throat, "investing in something could be good. it doesn't have to be stock because it fluctuates so much. i think gold will be good because it increases every time because of rarity. it's just," shaking your head, you eyed heeseung as you are approaching your accomodation—the light rain landing on your skin. "we now have to think about the future. not just for us now, but for the twins too in their next 18 years of life, and maybe even our legacy that will be with them after we die."

heeseung had a small smile on his face after you mentioned the twins before it quickly turned into something comical, "this is actually the most mature you have ever sounded."

"shush!" you nudge his shoulders as he giggles behind you, jogging towards your cabin as you open the front door to let your hands finally rest.

drinking the warm broth, you both sit on the back patio decorated by the sound of rain pitter-pattering against the roof and the land. the gloomy color gives you more comfort as the green colors pop more from the scenery. heeseung gazes at the heavy raindrops as the tension he carries seems to dissipate along with the flowing water. his ears waiting for your follow up on your conversation.

"so, in conclusion: is the 2024 olympics good?"

"that," heeseung points out, even with his hand showing towards you, "has so many subjective answers that i still even try to figure out."

"hey, you're the one that is saying to me that your company tasks you to create content about the olympics, even for youtube. i supposed you have your opinion about it." you put down your bowl on the small table, tucking your knees to your chest.

"well, if you want an honest opinion of mine…"

"yeah?" your tone showing curiosity.

"i actually like the paralympics better. so many categories within one category that you can talk about. it has much more camaraderie, even between the athletes. plus, i do really like watching wheelchair basketball and goalball. like, the limitations don't stop them." heeseung took a small peek at you before focusing on the scenery before him; the words you've spoken stuck in his mind.

yes, heeseung can see himself living his life in a place like this. maybe he could be a local radio dj and curate local and independent artists like beomgyu and his band. maybe he could be a coach for a small group of kids that fell in love with sports—he doesn't mind learning more about sports other than basketball. maybe he could be a local reporter, journaling every news, both good and bad, for everyone to know. maybe-

"heeseung?"

his inner tangent stopped itself as he turned his body around, looking at how you are holding onto a small box in hand as he furrowed his eyebrows instantly. "(y/n) what-"

"i'm not proposing to you- fuck- okay, hi, um…" you peer down at the box before letting out a huge exhale. "when we were in the market, i found these cute rings. it's thin but it is shaped like a mobius strip, which i think looks cool as fuck."

he holds back on his chuckles as you continue, eyes looking between the box and your face, "i, uh, buy them. for us." you open the box, showing him two thin bands of ring that is like what you described. you scoot closer to him, letting his eyes observe the rings before peering back at you.

"think of it as a promise ring of sorts because…" you flick your eyes away from him, letting him observe your side profile. "as much as i don't want to acknowledge it, you've been there my whole life. as a rival, borderline enemies, a friend, and now a romantic partner. and i just can't see myself living my life without you in it, even if you are freaking annoying. um…"

the big smile on your face as you talked about you two's relationship slowly faded as you cleared your throat, "well, i think this is a promise from me about what you talked months ago. until the heat death of the fucking universe."

he slowly picks up the ring as he gently twist it between his fingers. an amused look on his face as he looks back at you, smiling with an awkward grin and panic eyes. but, he melts it away as he kisses the corner of your mouth.

"here, let me help you." he gently holds your hand as he pushes the ring by your middle finger until it rests by the edge. you placed the box on your lap as you picked up the other ring and slipped it onto heeseung's middle finger, him folding the other fingers and making you giggle.

"it's us against the world, baby." he shows the middle finger up into the grey sky. laughter flying between the two of you as you show your middle finger as well, high up to become the center point of your vision.

heeseung turns his head to face you as he leans forward and catches your attention with a little peck, making you turn your head around as you gaze at him.

"i love you, (l/n)(y/n)."

your eyebrows raised when hearing his words. "i…" his word trails before he lets out a huge smile. a sincere look in his eyes that seems to washed away your doubt as you could feel your eyes starting to water.

"it's true what beomgyu said ever since the start of your pregnancy. but it… grows to us being tolerable with each other, then becoming comfortable, and then becoming open with each other. and," he looks down at the ring adorning his finger, "i always thought i never outwardly call it love. but it is, and your promise ring solidified that-"

his words got cut out as you leaned in to kiss him, a huge smooch before you pulled back and placed your hand on top of his. then, you pushed yourself to stand up, pulling him with you as the rain continued, adding the calmness of the background to your moment with each other.

you brought him to your shared bedroom. the futons the caretaker has said to you both lay down for you to sleep on. but it became a background to your response to heeseung. his eyes still looking at the comfy futon as you turn his head to face yours. he breathes in, letting the scent of you enter him as he puts his hands on your waist like you are on his nape.

"i love you, lee heeseung," you whispered against his lips, letting him feel every movement of the words that you said before giving him a short yet huge kiss.

"let me show it to you." your hands already reaching inside his top, feeling the planes of muscles formed even with some fat in them.

"we only have futons-"

"futons are enough," you answered by his ear. his arms reach up as you pull the top upwards to the ends of his head and hands. a hand reaches to the middle of his chest—feeling how he breathes—before you move to your right. his heartbeat sensed and connects with your pulse.

heeseung's breath is taken away as you push him down on the futon. his arms are pushing against it, holding himself upright. his eyes peering up to you as you peel away your top slowly, making him gulping down his saliva. then, you kneeled down, hand reaching for his nape to bring him back to your kisses—softly caressing his jaw as he can feel how you furrowed your eyebrows to send the sincerity of the love you have for him.

he leans his head back, showing the expanse of his neck that you let your kisses trail down. his groans are covered by the heavy rain, letting him be more open and loud about it. your hand also trails down his torso, rubbing against his nipples before trailing in between his muscles. heeseung looks down at your moving head, feeling the warmth with every touch as you peer your head up to look at him, kissing his evident bulge beneath his jeans.

button and zipper opened up as heeseung lets you pull away his jean pants and boxers, his hardening cock springing up as you spit your palm before stroking him. his hand reached for your hair, brushing it away as he felt how your mouth enraptured the head of his cock. saliva gathering as you brush them along the tip as you then give a suck, heeseung's hand reaches for your cheek and then the jaw.

"love-" he called out. he called out to you as he could feel the hand holding him upright weaken. eyes peering at the way his cock sinks into your cavern along with the slurping sound that added to the sensation of your tounge on the underside. his groans follow along with your own, observing how one of your hands is slipping into your open pants and brushes yourself against the fingers. his eyes widened as he looked at how you pushed yourself downward more, taking him deeper as he could hear you gag, pulling away from him as strings of saliva connected your lips to his member.

you lick them up against your swollen lips, letting him focus his sight on your voice as you stand up, pushing your pants and underwear down in an instant before joining his pants into the pile of clothes by the door of the bedroom. the rain still continues pouring as you can't help but feel just how wet you are and how eager heeseung is by grabbing onto your calves to pull you down.

pushing him back to lay completely down on the futon, his hands move to your waist as you sit on his lap, brushing yourself against his shaft as he heard your whimpers. his heart feels so full and intoxicated for you as the grazes of his hand with the promise ring runs against your warm skin from the lust. then, you reach for his cock as you brace yourself upwards, sliding it around your slit until you find your lower lips, spreading it open with his tip.

"i love you," you say in such a gentle voice, eyes looking at his face before upwards at the ceiling as you sink down onto his cock slowly, letting him feeling every ridge of your walls as they suck on him. both of you let out a moan, your body stretched all out from the sensation as you finally unclasp your bra and letting them fall onto his abdomen. you move them away as you lean your arm against his chest, lifting yourself up and then down to sink him deeper into you until he felt your cervix.

"baby, i love you." he echoes your words with his own sincerity, hands moving up and down your upper body as he lets you take control of the pace, enticing you with his caress against your sensitive nipples. heeseung gazed at how you try to hold yourself by biting your bottom lip, both hands that were on his pectorals now only left one as the other moves to hold onto his knees. your hips now moving in an upward motion, his tip nearing from slipping out until it did from the wetness, making you both groan by the sudden emptiness before you push the shaft back as the head gently moves along your slit and nudge into the hole as you let it pierce into you once again.

your moans started to get louder as heeseung's hands become more frantic. that is when he pushes himself to sit up and embrace you fully in his hold, making your hand move to his shoulders as he gives a suck on the nipple, tasting the sweetness from your breast milk that spills out from how you ride him.

"heeseung…" you gasped, making him lift his head up from the other nipple as you rested your forehead against his, eyes drooping down because of the pleasure as you stayed in contact no matter how close. his hands move to your bottom, helping you by pushing you upwards as you melt away on his cock.

"i'm gonna cum-" your voice whispers against him, making him more determined to chase his high for you as he fold his legs and grind his heels on the ground before he pushes his hips upward, making you both fall on the momentum as you now lay on top of him skin to skin.

his hand reaches to your cheek, rubbing slightly against your butthole before he presses the rim of your lower lip, feeling every movement both you and he are doing as your kisses press against his cheek. heeseung felt how his eyes are rolling backwards into his skull from your orgasm making your lips and walls grip so tight on him, his groans a telling sign for you of his climax as you feel his cum flowing inside of you.

but he doesn't stop and he pushes so that you now laying on the futon. your grip loose yet on his shoulders as you let go for him to take control. legs wrapped on his back as he sets the pace for one more for the both of you. loud moans and groans are replaced with softer whimpers and whines as heeseung deliciously moves into you, as slow as possible as he etched your walls into his mind. your wide eyes gaze at him, your lips mouthing numerous "i love you"s that he can feel when his lips brush yours, connecting them for you to know he will also flaunt that to you. both of your lips brushing against each other whilst saying "i love you" as he increases his pace.

his hand reaches for yours, connecting the rings with each other as he interlocks the fingers between yours. your face is writhing in pleasure, eyes don't want to close to focus back on heeseung. hips moved to different angles so he could reach it all as the rain continues to pour into the raven night—becoming the background of the show of your love to each other until it finally stops.

-

your eyes stayed on the promise finger hanging on your middle finger before a tap on your shoulders startle you, making you turn around to face your best friend. her eyes seems to gleam with tears of joy as she looks down at your outfit and the graduation gown.

"no, no, don't cry again, ryu-"

she wrapped her arms around your shoulder before flinging you around. her hands holding onto her hat as you are with yours. you pat your hand on the back, the sentimentality of it all coming back to you because of how it will become rare to even see ryujin again after being with her for around seven years since high school.

"we haven't even done the ceremony yet," you stated a fact.

"yeah, but i'm going to miss you so much, (y/n). i genuinely miss you after you moved out like a year ago. even with heeseung and his icks." she also stated her fact as you giggled.

"you'll do great like, you graduated uni and already become a creative director for txt? i can't wait to see what you'll do to them in the future. don't cut beom's hair though."

she rolled her eyes at your comment before replying, "he is the one that's going to force to make him cut his hair. but i think he does look good in any haircut."

"don't be all whipped for beomgyu in front of me." you playfully hit her as she wraps her arm around your shoulder.

"don't be like that with heeseung too, lovely." she nudges your cheek with her nose as you gaze at the auditorium where the graduation ceremony will be done. the shadows of the afternoon clear sky pools the ground as ryujin has taken a photo of it with you for her instagram. you both approach your girls, chaeryeong and minjeong, who also wear their own graduation gowns. yunjin is away as she is picking up kazuha so she can give the flower to both her and you.

"wow, we graduating, huh?" minjeong says, her wispy hair touching her cheeks from the wind.

"i'm really, really going to miss you guys so much," chaeryeong says as her hand is placed on the lower part of your back before she continues, "we still are going to do that project, right? the la la land-esque movie?"

you giggled at her questions as minjeong raised her eyebrows as you recalled the scene. a drunken conversation with two bottles of wine in your apartment resulting in a brainstorming idea of making a movie musical similar to la la land. minjeong is handling the movie production and directing, chaeryeong is creating the choreography of it all, ryujin, with her design and creativity, is going for the marketing tactics for posters and such where she works alongside you, who is producing all of it. remembering that project you discussed in your second year reminds you of how these girls are going to be your ride or die even after graduation and you all go your separate ways in life.

"we need to make that happened. our two-year-old dream project. we can even have txt fill in the soundtrack and the rest of the boys help with the script. fully independent." you echoed chaeryeong who is already tugging you in her embrace.

"your business-minded thoughts are flowing, (y/n). gonna have to note that in my phone, wait a sec." ryujin chuckles as minjeong pulls out her phone to actually jot down your sayings, making you pout at her familiar action.

"i'll be missing you, guys." you open your arms wide as they step in. your head on minjeong's shoulder with left arm around chaeryeong and right arm with ryujin. a very tight and warm hug with so many emotions as you also heard the sobs coming from them.

"okay, distraction: where's your babies?" chaeryeong says as she pulls away, staring at you as she wiped her tears away from the corner of her eyes.

"they're with my parents probably this way." you pointed towards the graduate parents supposed to gather at, focusing on searching for the bow you put in siah's hair that is similar in color to the outfit you are wearing. your eyes enlarged as you see what you're looking for, held by heeseung's dad as you arrived there with your girl squad.

"there's mama." uncle lee said as siah's squeal caught your attention before looking to the side to see siwoo in your dad's hold. your mom and heeseung's mom are locking arms as they seemed to walk around the crowd.

"siah!"

"siwoo!"

their aunties gathered for them as you give uncle lee and your dad an exasperated sigh before asking, "where's heeseung?"

"i am here," said boy replying as he wrapped his arm in front of you, pulling you backwards as he kisses the side of your head. turning around, you see heeseung with his boys as they approach the twins. his gown covering the shirt he decided to matched up with your outfit.

hands trailing to the collar, you smoothed down the front of the gown before saying, "you look good, baby."

"so do you, love." he leans to give a peck on your lips before turning your body around to face your friends and families.

"good, you both are here," auntie lee calls to you, still walking beside mom before they both hold onto their phones.

"we got to have a picture of you four, and maybe we can help with your friends also," your mom added.

"we can also help with taking a picture for the family, auntie," beomgyu said as jeongin nodded his head beside him.

"perfect! we have to go fast before the ceremony starts," mom exclaimed as you reached your hand out to carry siwoo while heeseung holds siah. the weight of your baby is far heavier with their growth as they start to be able to grab tight onto the nearest things they can hold.

you settle your body beside heeseung as you tried to make siwoo focus on the camera. that is when you see jimin and minjeong waving their hands behind your mom's stature to capture their attention, making you smile widely at the sight as you pose with heeseung beside you. the first ever family of all four of you, which you want to frame beside both of your diplomas.

-

the framed diploma rested on the wall on top of the table you are tidying in your last touches. the warmth atmosphere of the room combines with the setting sun outside as you turn your body around: admiring the house that you have fully decorated.

with the lease ending in early march, you and heeseung have been searching for a neighborhood you think you can live in. good for you both, but also good for the twins. the search commences even before your graduation, using the place you stayed at in kyoto as a perfect frame of reference. with heeseung's position much more in shape as he is now being brought onto the fields and courts to interview coaches and players, plus to accommodate for your job now but also wanting to have a sense of calmness: you both decide to pick a suburban area that is pretty close to public transport.

and so, when you see a sale sign in front of a house that has a backyard at the end in a quaint neighborhood as you both drive around, you can see the place as your home instantly.

you both are lucky that both his and your parents are very supportive of the decision—"of course, we are. cause you both are our only child and you will then inherit our assets." dad says which uncle lee also agrees with—that they also help you deal with the bank for a loan for the house which you both will have pay off in 10 years. both of you are much more determined when clear objectives are set as you helped prepare in the home economics side of things such as savings for your family's day-to-day lives and the twins' education.

eyes gazing at the house that is fully decorated, you watch the twins play with their toys in the living room. siah is crawling around to go to siwoo, who is playing with a sensory toy. your vision then moves to the set up of the large television on the table where heeseung's consoles settle there beside a shelf full of board games and card games. you could already imagine spending much of your free time here.

looking back at the door leading to the backyard, you are met with heeseung's apparition as he stands there, making you follow him there.

the backyard itself is pretty big and there are garden beds where you could try to garden some vegetables. it is connected to the carpark where your car and heeseung's car are parked. a basketball ring stands tall there with the little one beside it as you can imagine heeseung working out his skills and even asking you to play a 1 vs 1 game with him other than his workout equipment by the patio.

"hey…" you called out, making heeseung turn his head at you.

"hey," he replies with a smirk on his face before he looks away. you both don't really need words to communicate with each other anymore, as even spending time doing other things is enough. knowing deep down that heeseung seems to need space to take in the new house he will come home to.

your eyes have already gazed at the corner of the backyard that will look good with a tree. imagining the big shade of the many leaves added more to the comfort of the home.

"what do you think-" your words are cut off after you see what happened when you turned your head.

heeseung, kneeling down in front of you, his gleaming promise ring sits on top of a velvet box.

"(l/n)(y/n). even with our rich and complex history, you have always been there. seeing me in my highs and lows even though you tease them a lot. i can't see myself living without you. so here i am," a chuckle comes out from him as you echoed with your own, "asking you if you want to be my eternal life rival even after death tears us away from each other."

a pout showing on your lips as your eyes are heating up and tears threatening to fall out when you heard the very words as he flips the velvet box, showing you the ring in the same color as your promise rings.

"will you marry me?"

a sigh came out from you as you nodded, kneeling down in front of him as you gave him a huge embrace. his chuckles tingles before he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, breaking down in front of you as you can't help of the amount of pressure he has althrough out this.

hands on either side of his head, you give him a sizzling kiss before leaning your forehead against his. looking downwards, you find the engagement ring he bought for you as your observation on the details makes your heartstrings tug more. the band is as thin as your promise ring but the gleaming metal doesn't stop there. a flower is also made from metal: a combination of both siwoo and siah's representation in your lives.

as heeseung slip the ring into your left hand's ring finger, your eyes caught onto the movement of your babies as they crawl to approach you. both of your arms open to gather them in your arms as you look at them climbing onto yours and heeseung's lap, respectively. looking at their faces, you could already guess that this will be your whole world.

-

"happy birthday to you!" the song rings as you sing while holding siah in your arms, your eyes gaze at the minimalist decoration for the twins' first birthday and also a house warming party for your family and friends, all from your gang of 8, the rest of your same year first friends, the decelis basketball team players, to even both of your extended families.

"blow the candle!" your mom calls out as you lean forward alongside heeseung, helping to blow the flame out as the wick is near the single candle representing their one year of life. siah seems to follow your lips as you blow away the fire before facing you with that expression. the cake that you homemade stands there cutely before you let them taste the cream whilst cutting it for the guests.

the twins stand whilst holding on the short coffee table as they lick up the cream you gave them, seeing their eyes widening from the sweet taste before they show their smiles before speaking up for you. but, then they started to wiggle their butts together that almost makes you faint as heeseung holds onto to you after placing the cake onto the plate.

you let the twins go around the house, already babyproofing much of your pieces of furniture as their new form of skills of walking is taking over. siwoo was the first one taking his baby steps, walking from the tv table towards you who is relaxing on the sofa before recording it to give to heeseung who is out with his friends. then, siah also has her baby steps on the same day as she lets go of your guidance hand when she approaches her kneeling father to hug him—something you both have been training them to do when one of you comes home.

little shrieks came about from the guests as they looked at the birthday twins walking around the house, playing around with the numerous people there as you and heeseung settled to eat the cake before he tended to the house warming and birthday gifts.

the room is filled with people both you and heeseung are thrilled to see. even your school friends you still keep in touch with are still shocked to see you both together. your hand plays with the engagement ring as you hide them, saving the information for it all at the right time as you and your now-fiance still wear your promise ring to wad off any suspicions. a smile lifts your face as you look across the living room, dining room, and kitchen that are opened with each other.

"they grew up so fast, right?"

a voice asks you as you turn to find beomgyu, a sheepish smile on his face.

"yeah. can't believe they can walk now, even if they are still shaky."

beomgyu hums. the evident awkwardness still flows between you, especially after what happened on halloween when you saw heeseung in a new light. but other than that, you could still see how guilt is eating the boy up, especially after he finally gets the girl that he dreamed of.

"i forgive you, beom," you reply with his nickname, "all of it. i just think that if we still think about all that happened, we won't ever move on."

"i know. i didn't realise i was that easy to read," beomgyu leans his head down, eyes focusing on the promise ring on your right hand.

"hey, no matter what. i still see you as a friend. you are my best friend's boyfriend and i would not stop teasing you for it like you both do to me and heeseung." you both chuckles at your answer as you tap him on the chest with your pointer finger. "besides, if txt has 0 fans, that means i am dead."

the party continues as you introduce the rooms of the house to your friends and family members until evening comes, and you wave goodbye to heeseung's and your parents as the last guests that leave after helping out with cleaning the food and some floor decorations. eyes on the twins, who are already drooping to go to sleep. you both wait for each other to end the day by taking a deserving shower before preparing them to sleep, letting heeseung tuck the two himself.

"i think that's that, right?" you replied to his request, hands already tucking the ends of the blankets as you could also feel how sleepy you are.

"there are many more that you have left, but a summary doesn't always have to include everything."

you roll your eyes and reply with, "you and your pedanticness."

heeseung gives you another kiss on the temple as he snuggles closer to you before fully wrapping his arms around you. even with sleepy eyes, you still grabbed onto your phone as you haven't caught up with the last few hours, especially after you posted something on instagram as his comment that actually makes you have to pull him aside to talk about.

"one more look at your post 'cause i think they have caught onto the big news."

"your fault for actually commenting. i was actually thinking of doing a pretty hard launch by just giving them an invitation of the wedding." you guffawed with him as he tucks his shoulders.

"which we still have to plan for and then the honeymoon and such," heeseung mumbles into the crook of your neck as you press open the app.

"one step at the time, love." you lean your head close to him as you show him the post and the comment section that earns laughter for you both, satisfying enough for you two to end the day with.

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I LOVE THAT YOUR FAST, most of these writters dont do that😞 BUUTTT, i need a nicho smut, have you guys seen the dance challenge he did? the shake it to the max dance on tiktok? HOLY FUCK. i mean that look in him, reader is ovulating and its more clingy that normal, squeezing his cheeks and kissing him… but not normal kisses, soft passionate kisses, on the cheeks on the neck and on the lips…nicho notices that and gives reader the best sex of her life

OU GIRL I GOT YOUUUUUU!

Ya'll know how much I love me some Nicho

So Sensitive

IdolNicholas x Blackreader

Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

Synopsis~ Oh! You were ovulating and Nicho was just being his same sexy self. You can't help what happens. You can't control your urges.

Warnings~ Oral (Receiving)

Word Count~ 1.1k

Uh oh. That's what you said to yourself when you were in the car with Nicho. You were on your way home from his practice session. You just wanted to go home.

But you felt it.

The feeling of liquid gushing from your hole. It could only mean one thing.

"Baby, I need to go to the bathroom."

Nicho stopped talking as he looked at you, "You gotta pee?"

You said, "Yeah... let's go with that."

Nicho laughed, "You gotta poop?" You rolled your eyes, "Please. Just drive a little faster."

He followed your instructions, driving a lot faster.

Nicholas got you home 15 minutes faster, and you covered your bottom as you ran for the bathroom.

You pulled your pants down, ready to stick a pad on, only to see an almost transparent liquid in your panties. You took a deep breath as you switched your panties.

Thank god, I'm just ovulating.

You walked out of the bathroom with an easy smile on your face. Nicholas asked, "You alright?"

You nodded, "Yeah. Just hungry."

Nicholas smiled, "I ordered from that chicken place you like ten minutes ago."

You smiled, "Perfect!" You walked to your bedroom, and Nicho followed. You scrolled on your phone, and your boyfriend showed up. He was dancing to some TikTok you've seen everywhere.

Nicholas snatched your phone, "That's embarrassing!"

You smiled, "You are dancing to my kind of music. I love it."

Nicho always got embarrassed when doing more afro-centric dances because his girlfriend is black. You always encouraged it, though. You thought it was hot.

You watched your boyfriend look at the message dinging on your phone. It was from Ej. Nicholas said, "Ej asked if you could bring the jersey tomorrow?"

You nodded, "Yeah."

Nicho was about to start texting him back, but at this point, you weren't paying attention. Nicholas looked so fine.

Your heart was racing, pussy throbbing.

You leaned in and unexpectedly kissed him.

He laughed and kissed you back. It was a peck, but then you started getting heated.

Your hands squeezed his forearm. Nicholas was trying to keep up but couldn't. His dark eyes stared at you as you frantically kissed him.

You sucked on his tongue and peeked at him. His eyes were open and watching. You squeezed your eyes shut. Nicholas let his hands get trapped in your hair as he pulled you in deeper.

His dick twitched under you, and you whined. Nicholas pulled away, "Why are you so sensitive all of a sudden?" His tone was as gentle as usual, but it came out so heated.

You pulled his shirt as you kissed his neck. You sucked, and Nicholas relaxed under you. You pulled away and looked at your boyfriend. His eyes were closed.

You smiled and pulled his cheek. "You're so cute." Nicho opened his eyes and glared at you. "Hey. Not cute. I'm sexy."

You kissed his cheeks. Nicholas couldn't stop staring at you. "So clingy."

You said, "I'm sorry." Nicho clarified, "I like it when you get like this."

He flipped you two over, and your hands cupped his cheeks. His hand lingered over yours as he stared at you affectionately. "You're super horny right now."

You nodded, "Nicho, I'm ovulating."

His eyes widened as his cheeks flushed red. His tone was even as he played it off, "Let me help you with that."

His hand traveled under your shirt, sliding against your soft, bare skin. You started untying your pants as you begged, "I need you now, Nicho."

He was still your gentle giant. He slid your underwear and sweatpants off. His finger traced over your clit as he looked at you, "You're gushing."

His head dove in. His tongue collected your slick as he hummed. "You taste sweet."

Your hands slid to his head. Your fingers got tangled in his hair as you heard him slurp against you.

His finger rubbed slow, deliberate circles over your bud. You were shaking and whimpering.

Nicho hummed, "So sensitive." 

The vibration sent a wave of pleasure up your spine. You squirmed. Nicho held your hips down and shoved three fingers in. You gasped from the feeling of him slipping right in.

You arched your back as Nicholas slid in and out from your hole. His tongue is now sucking hard over your clit. You moaned, "I'm gonna cum!"

Nicholas curled his fingers just right. His fingertip brushed over that sensitive area in your walls as you shook.

Your body relaxed in ecstasy. Liquid sprayed from your clit as you yelled, "I'm cumming!" Nicho didn't stop. He loved it when you go like this. You were so aroused today.

Your body was reacting to every touch like a weakness.

Nicholas swallowed down your release. He came back to your lips and seeped into them.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as you tilted your head right. Nicholas was squeezing your tit as the other hand caressed your thigh. Your nails dug into his shoulder as you thrust into his pelvis.

"You want more, baby?" You whined, "I'm not done."

You and Nicho threw off your shirts.

He grabbed your thighs and pulled you toward him. Your body slid over the bed sheets as you waited for him. He slid his pants low and slipped out his dick. He was hard and leaking.

You whimpered, "Go easy on me."

He gave you an evil look, "When don't I?"

He angled his dick into your folds, and he slipped right in. There was no struggle.

You gasped and frantically tapped his shoulder. That was a signal to move. You were unable to speak.

Nicho grunted, "So fucking tight." Your legs were shaking as you took him in. He hit every spot imaginable with his dick.

You felt him dig deep as he hit your spot with no hesitation. You moaned, and Nicho kissed your neck. "Fuck! Nicho! I-"

Nicho shushed you with a kiss. His hips moved slowly but calculated. You clenched around him. Nicho groaned loud and long.

He knew you were close because of how high pitch your moans started getting.

You said, "I'm close!"

Nicho heard the squelch of your pussy and sighed, "So fucking wet, baby. Fuck! So cute when you get like this."

He slammed into you, rhythm getting faster. Your pussy clenched again as you said, "I'm gonna cum!"

Nicho beat his cock into your hole. His cock was a shape your hole could never forget. He fucked you until you twitched. Your body shook uncontrollably.

You were grabbing at his neck and shoulders as a muffled moan hit his chest. You were biting his collarbone as a way to keep quiet. He pulled away to stare at you.

"Fuck. You do so well under me."

You sighed, "I don't think I'll ever cum like that again."

Nicho quirked his eyebrow, "Oh yeah?"

He flipped you over and slipped right back into your hole.

[pseudowho]

Thinking about...

...long-term 'too comfortable' relationships with the JJK guys, when all the weird/gross/silly things creep in.

Pinning Gojo Satoru against a wall, having spotted an enormous pimple on his chin that you just have to get: "there's nothing wrong with m-- how dare you-- ow ow ow get off me--" "don't be such a melt, Satoru, keep still, that absolutely cannot stay on your face--"

Sitting on the toilet and chatting with Nanami Kento while he showers, and he wordlessly hands you a fresh toilet roll from the cabinet while he brushes his teeth; "thank you Kento" "mmmmmhm" and you continue chatting while you pee, leaving the bathroom door open. You forget to get off the toilet, so he brings you your tea there, while you continue to tell him about your day.

Laughing at Geto Suguru as he steps out of the bathroom after a bit of manscaping; "no no no-- go and get your razor, you're all patchy" "ah shit, really?" "yeah, you look like you've got a really bad gardener" "at least I try to trim the hedges..."

Plucking Fushiguro Toji's back hairs out one at a time; "OW-- dammit woman, stop doin' it like you hate me--" "--look, if you keep getting hairier, I'll just wax you instead, you're such a bear--" "--alright alright, I'll get your little witchy chin hair after--" "hey!"

Calling out to Okkotsu Yuuta while you're stuck on the toilet, blood over your hands and panties; "hey, Yuuta! Can you grab me some new underwear, and a pad?" "Sure!" Yuuta shuffles back to you, unfazed, as you hand him your bloodied panties to put in the laundry basket, "that bad, huh? You got enough stuff to last you?" "actually, I might need you to run to the shops..."

Creeping up behind Zenin Maki while she washes her bras in the sink, dropping a few of your own ones in, pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek; "hey, hey, I'm not your washer woman" "yeah you are, such a beautiful washer woman" "psh...you're doing them next time"

Takuma Ino smiling as you curl on the sofa beside him in slummy old pyjamas full of holes (an ancient t-shirt of his, joggers you've had for at least ten years...), and you let out a fart; "sorry, sorry..." "don't be, I know you can do better than that" and Takuma lets one rip himself, sighing with relief.

Dropping your toothbrush down the toilet at Higuruma Hiromi's house; "ah, shit!" "oh, damn...just use mine" "eurgh, I'm not doing that!" "darling, be reasonable, I eat your pussy, we share much more--" "that's different--" "well by all means then, my love, enjoy your toilet toothbrush..."

Catching Todo Aoi taking a swig of milk out of the carton; "get a glass, jesus!" "whatever babe, it's just me and you here" "that is disgusting, unsanitary" "oh? I'll show you disgusting and unsanitary...c'mere"

When Kugisaki Nobara steps out of the bedroom, wearing your panties; "hey, they're my favourite!" "well they're my favourite too..." "yeah, on me! Get them off-- get back here--" and you dart after her, Nobara laughing as you try to pull your underwear off her, "help, help, I'm being assaulted!"

Catching Itadori Yuuji giving himself a scratch and sniff; "you absolute goblin-- go wash your hands!" Yuuji darts after you, laughing, his hand outstretched as you screech, ducking and running past him; "what, this hand? Come back baby! Where you goin'?"

Telling Fushiguro Megumi every single time you need to poop; "pause the movie! Gotta go poop," and he absolutely returns the favour, sitting on the toilet while you're taking a bath , "I'd wait...but I can't" "alright alright, just don't stink the place out" "I don't make promises I can't keep"