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The glistening lights from the chandeliers above lit up the room that was filled with ladies and gentleman in clothes Jake could only ever dream of owning. Dazzling dresses with designer accessories, suits that were tailored to the wearer's exact measurements topped off with diamond cufflinks. Jake shifted sheepishly in his dress, pulling at the top of it to cover his chest more. Heeseung took his hand away and held it in his own. "You look perfect," he murmured into Jake's ear.
Jake's cheeks stung and he reached for his half empty glass of champagne. Jake knew he probably did look good, his extensions were tied up into a bun and any loose strands were curled into loose waves. He had a pearl necklace on paired with matching bracelets. His dress was a peach pink that had white gems sewn into the chest area, eventually fanning out until they simmered away like an ombré. His clothing was nothing like what all the other ladies around him were wearing though. He could tell they were designer brands and must've costed a fortune.
The only reason he wasn't wearing anything of that value was because this fancy party was a one time thing. His husband, Heeseung, needed to attend it for work. He offered for Jake to just wear a suit but Jake would be lying if he said he denied only because he wanted to feel pretty like he did on their wedding day. He didn't wear dresses often—he liked to keep them for special occasions. But he didn't splurge on dresses from designer brands. The extensions were just an extra addition for Jake to feel like he was really playing the part—Heeseung's wife.
It was a small fantasy he lived in. He had always dreamed of being a mom, would always pick to be the mom when playing house—before and after he transitioned—but hennever really spoke to Heeseung about having kids, he didn't want to force his daydreams onto him. But that doesn't stop him from thinking about his husband playing with their future kids in the yard while Jake cooked dinner, apron around his waist and everything.
"Jake?"
Jake snapped his gaze up from his glass and met Heeseung's soft but worried gaze. His hair was slicked down besides a few stray strands falling onto his forehead. Jake involuntarily licked his lips, maybe it was the champagne settling in his bones, but something about how Heeseung was looking at him right now made his whole body flush. "Yeah?"
"Do you want anything to eat?"
Jake glanced around the small ballroom and saw the snack table. His eyes lingered on it for a few moments before he shook his head and took another sip of his drink. "This food is too fancy,"
Heeseung's expression twisted into something more understanding. They live in the countryside, so this was very out of their comfort zone.
"How much longer do we need to be here?" Jake asked with a small pout, swirling his drink around.
"I dunno," Heeseung shrugged weakly. "Why? Are you feeling okay?"
His concern only tugged at Jake's heart more, increasing his urge to yank him into the closest closet and have him fuck the living daylights out of him. The meer thought of that was enough to send a small spark of heat to his groin, causing him to rub his thighs together. "M' bored."
Heeseung frowned, taking Jake’s hand into his own. "Ah, we could dance?"
"Okay," Jake agreed and before he knew it he was being tugged onto the dance floor.
Heeseung squeezed his hand and pressed it closer to his pounding heart. They swayed together for a bit, matching each other's steps. The few other couples on the dance floor were slow dancing, so naturally they followed. Jake rested his head on Heeseung's collar bones, shoving his nose in the crook of his neck to smell his woodsy cologne.
Heeseung's hands rested on his waist, gently squeezing every few seconds. He pressed a few kisses onto the top of Jake's head, and without thinking Jake kissed Heeseung's neck. He could feel Heeseung stiffen beneath him, shakily exhaling as Jake pressed another small peck under his ear. He knew Heeseung was sensitive there, maybe it was all part of his plan.
"Baby," Heeseung breathed out, almost like a warning.
"want you." Jake whispered into his ear, his hot breath making Heeseung's whole body tingle.
"Here?"
"I don't care, anywhere. Please Heeseung—need you so bad." Jake could feel his knees buckling under Heeseung's touch. He strengthened his grip on his shoulders to stabilize himself.
Heeseung blinked at him for a moment before letting out a staggered breath. "Fuck—yeah, okay. Let's go."
Jake could feel his body jumping with joy as Heeseung lead him out of the building and to their hotel which was only a few blocks away. The whole time Jake was clinging to his arm, trying to tug Heeseung down to finally connect their lips.
Once in the elevator, he was successful. He pulled Heeseung down and wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him hastily and sloppily. Heeseung kissed him like a starving man, tongue licking into his mouth and lips working against him like he has something to prove, like his goal is to reduce Jake to a whimpering mess. Jake loves when Heeseung gets desperate like him, it's intoxicating.
The elevator dings open and Heeseung scoops Jake off of his feet, carrying him bridal style all the way down the hall. Jake continued pressing wet kisses on his husband’s neck, even as he struggled to get the keycard out of his back pocket.
When they got in the room, Heeseung pressed Jake against the wall and crashed their lips together again. His hands gripping possessively around his waist. Jake groaned into the kiss and at the feeling of himself getting impossibly wetter at each touch. Heeseung only kissed him harder, teeth against lips, harsh and bruising. Jake tried to keep up, but he could feel himself getting weaker and weaker under Heeseung's horny gaze. He’s practically trying to fuse into him, body pressed so hard against his and fingers curling and uncurling in Heeseung’s hair. Jake's mind was spinning as Heeseung started rutting against his thigh.
When he finally pulls away, Jake almost falls over. He's panting and trying to press himself into Heeseung's mouth once more. The warmth in his stomach and groin rises a few degrees. He clutches at the collar of Heeseung’s jacket “Off” he coaxes while starting to tug at it.
Heeseung obliges, unbuttoning the buttons holding his blazer closed and slipping it off with ease. He tugs his tie loose while Jake undoes his own hairdo, tugging the extensions out in the process. He drops his jewelry onto the nightstand when Heeseung starts pushing him towards the bed. He stops to spin Jake around and unzip his dress, letting it fall and pool at his feet in one quick motion.
Jake turns back around and starts to pull Heeseung's unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, which only gets stuck on the crease of his elbows. He chuckles at Jake's desperate mannerisms, laying him back on the bed gently while starting to nip at his neck and collarbones, and Jake leans into it. He tilts his head back against the pillows to give Heeseung better access, offering him to take what he pleases. Everywhere Heeseung touches feels like an electric spark.
He trails kisses down to Jake's sternum, stopping at the hem of his panties. They’re black all over, even the lace, with the exception of a little pink bow in the middle of the waistband. Jake felt his cheeks sting as Heeseung stared at the wet patch on them, involuntarily trying to close his legs but Heeseung's body stops him. He could practically feel the other’s dark, intense gaze and he wiggled his hips to encourage him to do something.
Luckily, Heeseung got the hint and laid down between his legs, propping himself up with his elbows as Jake shimmied his underwear off. Heeseung swung Jake's thighs over his shoulders and stared hungrily at his leaking pink folds. Jake tried to shove his pussy onto Heeseung's face, but he only let out a deep chuckle.
Jake let out a pained sound as Heeseung avoided it. "Don't tease,"
"So needy, baby."
"Heeseung." Jake whined, followed by a noise that is far too loud and far too desperate; his throat crackles with sheer the force of it.
“Can you spread yourself for me, pretty? Wanna see all of you.”
Jeez, why’d he have to marry such a pervert?
“Heeseung…” he groans, “‘s embarrassing."
"Is it? I've seen your pretty cunt so many times, no?" Heeseung mocked, but Jake didn't miss the way he was practically drooling while staring at his cunt.
Jake groaned again at Heeseung's smartass comment. Shakily, he trailed a hand down his torso until he’s right above his cunt. Slowly, he spread his middle and ring fingers around the base of his clit and parted the lips that surround it, revealing himself fully to his husband.
The grip on Jake's thighs tighten and he can't help the soft whimper that escaped his lips.
“You’re dripping, baby,” Heeseung cooed, swiping his finger through the mess of slick that has been steadily dripping out of his folds. “So wet, you’re soaking the sheets.”
"Please—" Jake can’t even finish his sentence, cut off by the loud moan that comes out of him when Heeseung ducks his head down and bites at his inner thigh. His hands immediately found their way to Heeseung's hair, gripping it tightly as his tongue slowly made it’s way to abuse his cunt.
"Oh—Heeseung, hyung—" Jake chokes out as Heeseung continues his assault, drawing out his name in an attempt to get what he wants. His tongue gets caught inside his hole every few licks, making Jake's hips buck up at the feeling. He can feel his thighs start to shake as Heeseung gets more aggressive, more needy.
He moves to suckle around Jake’s clit and the younger’s back arches into a bow, shaky gasps filling the room. His thighs clench as he feels Heeseung's tongue finally slip into his hole, thrusting in and out at a pace Jake can't keep up with. Jake can hear his own wetness as Heeseung slurps at him like he's drinking his fluids.
"Please please please" Jake chants uselessly, he isn't even sure what he's begging for anymore. Pleasure fills his entire body with each passing second, making it more and more sensitive to each touch.
When Heeseung separates himself from Jake’s cunt the bottom half of his face is practically drenched, a small string of saliva still connecting them. The sight makes Jake whine pitifully. He absolutely loves when Heeseung eats him out, his mouth feels so good everywhere on his body.
"Y’taste fucking amazing, baby. So sweet for me like always,” Heeseung praises as he kisses where he bit earlier in Jake's thigh.
Jake coughs out a small sob in response, high off the pleasure Heeseung was just giving him. He has no shame anymore, he bucked his hips into Heeseung's face again.
Heeseung happily complies, ducking his head once again and sucking roughly on Jake's clit. His hands snakes up to prod at Jake's leaking hole, scooping up some excess slick and pressing the pad of his finger against his hole. Jake clenches and unclenches around the tip of Heeseung's finger, basically inviting it in.
Heeseung gets the message and pushes the rest of his finger in, smiling against his cunt as Jake hiccups out a watery moan.
"So tight, baby. Always so tight for me." Heeseung praised again, immediately sucking on Jake's clit again the second he was done speaking. He worked his finger in and out at a moderate pace, introducing another one which made Jake choke on even more moans. Heeseung couldn't help but start grinding against the bed in search for any kind of friction to help the painful bulge in his boxers.
Jake peers down and watches the movement, and oh, the sight of his husband knuckles deep into him while lapping at his cunt like it was his last meal and grinding down against the sheets was enough to finally push him over the edge. He didn't register he was coming—let alone squirting—all over Heeseung's mouth until Heeseung pulled away. He lifted his head up and licked at the shiny juices around his lips and chin. He gave small kisses and bites around Jake's hips as he came down from his high.
Jake's breathing evened out as he rests his head on the pillows behind him, savoring the lingering effects of his orgasm. Heeseung crawls on top of him and presses wet open mouth kisses against his neck, sucking every so often to leave small marks all over his neck and collarbones. Jake blinks the blur from his eyes before he registers something hot and heavy pressed against his neck, small shocks of pleasurable pain spiking through his body.
Jake tugs at Heeseung's boxers, pulling them down just enough to free his aching cock. Heeseung smiles at Jake's motion, leaning to sit back up and admire Jake's fingers weakly rubbing at Heeseung's dick, trying to guide him to shove it inside his cunt.
"We need a condom baby," Heeseung murmurs as he leans over Jake to rummage through the bedside table.
Jake whines at the small silver square in Heeseung's hand, pushing it away as he tries to rip it open. He shoots Jake a confused stare and the blush on Jake's cheeks only darkens.
"Don't wan'it." He mumbles.
"Fuck—baby, Jaeyun." Heeseung groans, his head tilting back just enough to reveal his adams apple and the small marks Jake had left on their way up here. "We can't,"
"Why?" Jake whines, practically cries. "Want you to cum inside."
"Are you asking me to get you pregnant?" Heeseung asked with an arched brow and a small grin.
Jake found himself nodding involuntarily, too busy thinking about his fantasy again.
"Can you even—I mean because of..you know?” Heeseung pauses, chewing his lip nervously. “Aren't you on the pill, Jakey?"
The younger frowns and the excitement in his stomach melts away as reality is brought back into the picture. He nods slowly and averts his watery gaze.
Heeseung leans down and presses a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. "It's okay, don’t cry. We can talk about having kids another time." He opens the condom and rolls it down his dick. “Not when I’m about to bust just from eating you out.”
Jake can't help the weak, but giddy smile that spreads across his face at Heeseung's compliance. He thrusts his hips up to meet Heeseung's leaking cock, groaning at how it catches on the lips of his cunt.
Heeseung takes that as a sign to get on with it, sitting back up and lining himself up with Jake's hole. He pushes the head in and Jake immediately bites his lips to stifle any sounds attempting to escape him. Heeseung moves to cup his face, giving him a weak smile. "Let me hear you, y'sound so pretty." Pure admiration in his voice.
Jake’s cunt is fluttering wildly around him, twitching and spasming with every extra inch added. When Heeseung shoves another inch or two in, Jake stirs, nails digging into Heeseung’s biceps. His head falls back as he attempts to push the rest in, not fighting to keep the loud syrupy moan that gets punched out of him. "You can take it baby," Heeseung murmurs as he lets Jake adjust around his large cock.
Jake rolls his hips in an attempt to get any friction and tosses his head to the side as Heeseung's dick grinds right against his g-spot. Heeseung smiles, hungrily, and slowly starts to fuck in and out of Jake, relishing in the small whimpers coming from his husband. Heeseung looks down at him and the two make eye contact. Jake’s wet, half-lidded eyes meeting Heeseung’s dark, predatory ones.
Jake nods to tell Heeseung he can go faster. Heeseung wastes no time, moving to pin an arm beside Jake's head as the other moves to grip his waist so he can fuck into him just how he likes it, rough and deep.
Jake's whole body jerks on the bed at each thrust, letting Heeseung use him to his desire. Heeseung's hand on his waist moves up and down his body possessively. "My wife, so pretty, so needy."
Jake clenches around Heeseung's dick at the pet name and Heeseung chuckles darkly. "Y'like that? Wanna be a mommy?"
“Pleasepleaseplease,” Jake slurs, trying to force himself back to meet Heeseung's fast thrusts by rocking his hips down.
"We'd make cute babies, hm?" Jake can almost hear the smirk on Heeseung's face.
"Wan'it. Wan'your kids hyungie." The younger lets out a high keen at a particularly rough thrust, hands pawing at Heeseung’s chest above him.
“Fuck—‘s this what you wanted, Jakey?” Heeseung grunts, pulling out with a wet pop following the movement, and shoving himself back into Jake’s cunt. His thumb toys at Jake’s clit to try and get him to relax, effectively melting the other's brain. "Can't wait to get y' pregnant, always wanted to."
Jake’s mouth is hung open, breathy moans falling from his lips as Heeseung fucks him like he has the intent to actually get him pregnant right in this moment. Practice, maybe. His head falls back again, limp against the bed.
The older smiles at him reassuringly, using a thumb to gently stroke the boy’s cheek. “That's a good boy, Jakey. Gonna lay here and let me use your pretty cunt?” Jake let’s out a cute little, ‘mhm,’ puppy eyes wide and glistening with tears as he stares up at him. He’d let Heeseung do anything he wants. Anything for the love of his life.
“A—ah, hyung, hyungie,” Jake blubbers, absentmindedly reaching to hold Heeseung’s arm pinned beside his head.
"S'pretty, always taking me so well."
Jake keens at the praise. Heeseung shudders at the hotwet of Jake’s insides, practically suffocating his cock in the delicious warmth that he can never get enough of.
Heeseung smiles devilishly as he hits a particular spot that makes Jake's whole expression shift. “Yeah? That your sweet spot, baby?” Heeseung questions, aiming his thrusts to grind directly against the swollen area. Jake lets out a plethora of whimpers and moans, nodding his head quickly and shaking below the older.
"Hee—gonna cum—" he chokes out as Heeseung's cock continues to abuse that sensitive area deep inside him.
A hand brushes the damp bangs off of Jake's forehead and Heeseung admires his fucked out face. "S'okay, go ahead and cum baby. Y'deserve it."
His entire body shakes with the force of it, eyes rolling back into their sockets until it hurts. He lets out pitiful gurgles the entire time, obscene amounts of drool leaking from his slack mouth and spilling over. Heeseung can’t take his eyes off of him. Jake looks fucking ruined, completely cockdrunk and fucked out. He's never looked this pleasured before, and Heeseung knows exactly why. He's drunk off the idea of Heeseung getting him pregnant. That idea in itself, along with Jake's tight-warm walls clenching around Heeseung desperately, was enough to push him over the edge as well. His hips started to stutter as he barreled closer to his orgasm and Jake took notice, “Hee—I wan'it, please, need your come,"
He practically growls as he stuffs himself deep inside Jake, spilling into the condom until it was leaking out of his abused hole. Jake whined and shook gently at the feeling of Heeseung's riding out his own orgasm.
Heeseung pulled out and flopped next to Jake. They both laid there, breathing heavily as the older’s hand came to rub Jake's belly gently, admiring him lovingly.
"How come you never told me you wanted kids?" Heeseung asked after a moment.
Jake shrugged and turned his head to face Heeseung, eyes glistening with hope. "Dunno, I didn't wanna rush you."
"Baby, we've been married for over a year now." Heeseung cooed, wiping the sweat off the bridge of Jake's nose.
"I know, I was gonna ask eventually..."
"You'll be a great mom," Heeseung said with a kiss on Jake's forehead.
Warmth bloomed in Jake's chest, spreading through his entire body in seconds. "You'll be a great dad," he said with a giggle.
Heeseung giggled back and kissed him softly, their lips moving in synchronization and understanding. Jake pulled away and nestled his head in the crook of Heeseung's neck, enjoying the lingering scent of sweat, sex and whatever was left of Heeseung's cologne. He rubbed his thighs together as he felt his lover's release mixed with his own drip out of him, sighing contently at the feeling.
"I love you," Heeseung whispered into his hair.
Jake pushed himself closer into Heeseung, smiling against his skin. "I love you more."