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The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of their living room, casting a warm glow over the plush sofa where Baekhyun was currently sprawled. A half-eaten stack of pancakes sat on the coffee table in front of him, fluffy, golden, drizzled with maple syrup and a few fresh berries Chanyeol had proudly arranged on top like he was presenting a Michelin-star dish.
Baekhyun took another slow bite, the sweetness melting on his tongue, but it did little to lift the quiet disappointment settling in his chest.
This was supposed to be their day.
Just the two of them. He had been looking forward to it for weeks, lazy cuddles on the couch, Chanyeol’s big hands rubbing slow circles over his enormous belly, maybe even some slow, careful morning sex while the baby was still quiet. Instead, barely an hour after breakfast, Chanyeol’s phone had rung.
Some asshole from the company. Another producer had bailed on a track days before the deadline, leaving everything in chaos. And because Chanyeol was the nice guy—the reliable, talented, always-saying-yes husband—he had agreed to help. “It won’t take long, angel. I promise. Just a few hours and then the rest of the weekend is ours.”
That was hours ago.
Baekhyun sighed, one hand resting protectively on the massive swell of his belly. At eight months, he was undeniably round, full, heavy, and glowing in that way pregnant people always seemed to in photos, though right now he mostly felt tired and restless. Their baby girl, Jihyo, kicked gently under his palm as if sensing his mood. He smiled despite himself, thumb stroking the taut skin through the oversized shirt he wore.
He loved her already. Loved the way she made Chanyeol’s eyes go soft every time he talked to her through the belly. Loved imagining her tiny hands and the little family they were building. But carrying her was exhausting in ways he hadn’t fully expected. His back ached, his feet were swollen, and his body had become hypersensitive in the most inconvenient ways. Especially between his legs.
Pregnancy had turned his pussy into something constantly slick and throbbing. Even the smallest brush of fabric made him bite back a whimper. His chest felt heavier too, fuller, more tender, the pink nipples darker and so sensitive that even the soft cotton of his shirt sometimes made them tighten and leak tiny drops when he got too worked up.
He missed his job. God, he missed modeling. The rush of a shoot, the way clothes looked on his frame, the confidence that came with knowing he looked good from every angle. He had kept taking jobs as long as his belly stayed hidden, then switched to chest-up-only concepts when it started showing. But now? With how huge and round he was, the thought of standing under hot lights for hours made him want to cry. So he was on maternity leave, playing full-time house wife.
Except he didn’t even do the house chores. Chanyeol handled most of that when he wasn’t buried in work. Baekhyun mostly just… existed. Waiting. Lounging. Getting hornier by the day and trying not to be too demanding because “this weekend would be all for us.”
What a fucking lie.
He glanced toward the closed door of Chanyeol’s home studio at the end of the hallway. The low hum of music and occasional keyboard clicks drifted out. Chanyeol had emerged only twice, once to refill his coffee, once to kiss Baekhyun’s forehead and murmur another “just a little longer, baby, I love you.”
Baekhyun finished the last bite of pancake and set the plate aside. His robe—a fluffy, loose one he’d thrown on after waking up this morning—slipped open a little, exposing one of his swollen tits. He didn’t bother fixing it. No one was looking anyway.
Jihyo kicked again, stronger this time, and Baekhyun let out a soft huff.
“Easy, princess,” he whispered, rubbing slow circles. “Mommy’s just a little frustrated with Daddy right now.”
His other hand drifted lower, almost unconsciously, pressing lightly over the front of his thin shorts. His panties underneath were already damp. Had been for hours. The ache between his legs was insistent, a deep, needy throb that made his thighs press together. He was so wet it was embarrassing, pregnancy hormones had him leaking slick like he was in heat, his pussy puffy and sensitive and empty.
He wanted Chanyeol. Wanted his big husband to finally come out, scoop him up carefully, and fuck him slow and deep on the couch like he’d been fantasizing about all day. Wanted to hear that low voice calling him “good girl,” “pretty wife,” while he filled him up again.
But the studio door stayed closed.
Baekhyun stared at it for a long moment, lips pressing into a pout. Fine. If Chanyeol wasn’t going to come to him…
Then he would have to go to Chanyeol.
He pushed himself up from the sofa with a quiet groan, one hand supporting the heavy weight of his belly as he waddled toward the hallway. His bare feet were silent on the wooden floor. Inside the bathroom he paused, decision made.
A long, hot shower first. All his favorite scented creams and lotions, the ones that left his skin silky and smelling like soft vanilla and cherry blossoms. Then the outfit he knew would break Chanyeol in seconds: the short light-pink satin robe that barely tied over his pregnant belly, the matching pink lace panties that would do nothing to hide how soaked he already was.
If sweet words and patience weren’t working, then maybe his needy, pregnant little wife would have to remind oppa exactly what—and who—he should be focusing on right now.
Baekhyun took his time in the shower, letting the hot water cascade over his swollen body. He lathered every inch with the sweet-scented creams he loved—vanilla and cherry blossom—until his skin felt like warm silk. When he stepped out, the mirror was fogged, but he didn’t need to see clearly to know how he looked: heavy, round belly leading the way, tits fuller and sensitive, pussy already slick and aching with unmet need.
He slipped into the outfit that always made Chanyeol weak. The tie was deliberately loose, so the deep V neckline kept slipping open, letting the soft, heavy curves of his tits peek out, pink areolas just barely visible. Underneath, he wore only the matching pink lace panties, delicate, feminine.
Baekhyun padded down the hallway toward the studio. He pushed the door open quietly.
The room was dim, lit only by the three monitors glowing with waveforms and software plugins. Chanyeol sat hunched in his black chair, headphones half-off one ear, those sleek black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. The sight of him like that—focused, a little messy-haired—always did dangerous things to Baekhyun’s insides. The glasses especially. They made Chanyeol look so smart and hot at the same time that Baekhyun’s pussy gave a needy little throb.
Chanyeol glanced up for half a second when the door clicked shut. “Baby? Is something wrong?” His voice was gentle, but his eyes were already drifting back to the monitor.
“Nothing’s wrong, oppa,” Baekhyun purred, voice soft and sweet as he walked closer. His bare feet made almost no sound on the floor. One hand rested under his heavy belly for support as he moved. “I was just worried about you. It’s been hours… you haven’t eaten properly since those pancakes this morning.”
He stepped behind the chair and placed both hands on Chanyeol’s broad shoulders, thumbs digging gently into the tight muscles there. The satin robe brushed against Chanyeol’s arm as he leaned in, the fabric whispering softly. “You’re so tense, oppa… Let me help a little?”
Chanyeol let out a low hum, shoulders relaxing just a fraction under Baekhyun’s touch. “I’m okay, angel. I just need to shape this section a little more and then I’m done. Promise.” He reached up with one hand to pat Baekhyun’s wrist absently, still staring at the screen. “You should go rest. Don’t push yourself too much with the baby.”
Baekhyun’s pout was instant. He could feel the stress radiating off his husband, the tight set of his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched slightly. If Chanyeol weren’t so deep in work mode, he would have already pulled Baekhyun into his lap and started kissing down his neck. Those fucking assholes at the company, dumping their mess on the nicest man alive.
He kept massaging, slow and deliberate, letting his fingers work the knots while his pregnant belly brushed lightly against the back of the chair. “But oppa… I miss you,” he murmured, voice dropping into that breathy, needy tone he knew Chanyeol loved. “Your wife has been waiting all day. Jihyo has been kicking like she misses her daddy too.”
Still not enough. Chanyeol gave another distracted hum and clicked something on the screen. “Just ten more minutes, baby. I swear.”
Baekhyun’s pout deepened into something sharper. Ten more minutes. He’d heard that line four times already today.
Determined now, he moved around the chair, one hand still trailing along Chanyeol’s shoulder. With a gentle push, he turned the wheeled chair so Chanyeol was facing him instead of the monitors. Chanyeol blinked, surprised, finally giving Baekhyun his full attention for more than two seconds.
“Baekhyun—”
Before he could finish, Baekhyun carefully maneuvered himself onto Chanyeol’s lap, straddling one thick thigh first before settling fully. His heavy, round belly pressed warmly against Chanyeol’s stomach, the satin robe slipping open even more with the movement. The deep V parted wider, letting the soft swell of his tits spill out further, pink nipples and areolas now clearly visible in the glow of the monitors. The short hem of the robe rode up in the back, exposing the curve of his ass and the thin strip of pink lace between his cheeks.
He shifted deliberately, letting the soaked lace of his panties brush right over the front of Chanyeol’s loose black shorts. The heat of Chanyeol’s cock was already starting to stir underneath him.
Baekhyun leaned in, lips brushing the shell of Chanyeol’s ear, voice a sugary whisper thick with want.
“Oppa… please? Your pregnant little wife is so lonely… and so wet for you already.”
Chanyeol’s hands finally landed on Baekhyun’s waist, big palms spanning wide over the silky pink robe and the warm curve where his waist met the massive swell of his pregnant belly. His thumbs stroked instinctively, feeling the taut, rounded skin beneath the thin fabric.
“Fuck, baby…” Chanyeol breathed, voice low and rough behind those black-rimmed glasses. His eyes flicked down, taking in the sight of his wife: robe hanging open, heavy tits spilling out with those pretty pink areolas and stiff nipples on full display, huge belly pressed against him, and the short hem riding up so the soaked lace panties were right there, rubbing against the growing bulge in his black shorts. “You’re killing me. Look at you… I really need to finish this track. Deadline’s tomorrow morning.”
Baekhyun didn’t pull away. Instead, he shifted his hips deliberately, letting the slick heat of his pussy—barely contained by the delicate pink lace—drag slowly over Chanyeol’s clothed cock. The fabric between them was already damp from how wet he was, the lace clinging obscenely to his puffy folds.
“This can wait, Yeollie,” Baekhyun whispered, voice sweet and breathy, lips brushing the corner of Chanyeol’s mouth. “I cannot.”
He rolled his hips again, slower this time, grinding down with purpose. The friction made a soft, wet sound as his soaked panties slid along the hard length of Chanyeol’s cock through the thin shorts. Baekhyun let out a tiny whimper, forehead dropping to rest against Chanyeol’s shoulder as he rocked again, letting the head of that thick cock nudge right against his aching clit through the lace.
“Oppa… feel how wet your good girl is?” he murmured, voice trembling with need. “I’ve been like this all day. Waiting for you. My pussy’s so empty and swollen… it hurts. All I can think about is your cock filling me up.”
Chanyeol’s grip on his waist tightened, fingers digging into soft flesh and satin. A low groan escaped him as Baekhyun kept up the slow, filthy dry humping, hips circling, dragging that dripping boypussy up and down his shaft again and again. The glasses slipped a little down Chanyeol’s nose as he tilted his head back, breath coming heavier.
“Baekhyunnie… fuck, you’re so wet I can feel it through my shorts,” he rasped, one hand sliding lower to palm the heavy underside of Baekhyun’s belly while the other stayed on his hip, guiding the movement just a little. “My pretty pregnant wife… coming in here dressed like this, calling me oppa all needy…”
Baekhyun moaned softly, grinding harder now, the lace panties growing even wetter as slick leaked through them. He could feel Chanyeol’s cock twitching and thickening beneath him, the heat of it pressing insistently against his folds. Every roll of his hips made the satin robe slip further open, his swollen tits bouncing lightly with the motion, pink nipples brushing against Chanyeol’s chest.
“Please, oppa,” he whined, voice turning higher and sweeter. “Your baby girl needs you. This pussy needs you. Don’t make me wait anymore… I’ve been such a good wife all day.”
Chanyeol’s resolve cracked visibly. His hands moved, one sliding up to cup one of Baekhyun’s full tits, thumb brushing over the sensitive nipple and making Baekhyun gasp, the other gripping his ass under the robe, helping him grind down firmer.
“Shit… alright,” Chanyeol growled, finally giving in, voice dark with want. “You win, princess.”
He pulled Baekhyun closer, capturing his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss while his hips started to rock up to meet every desperate grind of that soaked pussy against him.
Chanyeol didn’t pull away. Instead, he kept one hand firm on Baekhyun’s hip, guiding the slow, desperate rolls of his wife’s body while the other stayed splayed over the warm, heavy curve of his pregnant belly. Their mouths met again in a messy, needy kiss—tongues sliding, breaths mingling—before Chanyeol broke it to trail soft, open-mouthed kisses all over Baekhyun’s face.
“Pretty girl,” he murmured between kisses, lips brushing Baekhyun’s cheek, the corner of his eye, his temple. “My sweet, needy little wife… coming in here all dressed up for oppa like this.”
Baekhyun whimpered, hips never stopping their slow grind. He rocked forward and back, dragging the soaked front of his pink lace panties along the thick, hard line of Chanyeol’s cock through the thin black shorts. The friction was delicious but not enough, every slide made his puffy pussy lips part around the lace, slick leaking steadily and turning the delicate fabric into a drenched, clinging mess.
“O-Oppa… ah—” Baekhyun’s voice cracked into a high, breathy moan as Chanyeol’s mouth moved lower, latching onto the sensitive skin of his neck. He sucked hard enough to leave a mark, tongue soothing right after, while Baekhyun’s hips stuttered and pressed down harder, chasing more pressure on his aching clit.
The satin robe had already slipped halfway off one shoulder. Chanyeol tugged the tie loose with one hand, letting the light pink fabric fall open completely. The robe parted like curtains, fully exposing Baekhyun’s swollen, heavy tits and the massive round belly beneath them. His nipples were dark pink, stiff and sensitive from pregnancy, already tightening further under Chanyeol’s heated gaze.
“Look at these,” Chanyeol growled softly, voice reverent. “So full and pretty for oppa.”
He leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth without warning, sucking gently at first, then harder, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Baekhyun cried out, back arching as much as his belly would allow. Pregnancy had made his tits insanely sensitive, every pull of Chanyeol’s mouth sent sparks straight down to his pussy, making more slick gush out and soak the already ruined panties.
“Oppa—! Sensitive… they’re so s-sensitive—” Baekhyun gasped, one hand flying to Chanyeol’s hair, the other bracing on his broad shoulder. His hips moved faster now, grinding down with frantic little circles, the wet lace sliding messily over Chanyeol’s clothed cock. The panties were absolutely drenche—dark pink fabric turned almost transparent—clinging obscenely to every fold of his swollen pussy. He could feel slick dripping down his thighs, probably going to ruin Chanyeol’s shorts too. There was no way he was keeping these panties after tonight; they were soaked through and stretched from how puffy he was.
Chanyeol hummed around the nipple, the vibration making Baekhyun whimper louder. He switched to the other tit, sucking it deep into his mouth while his free hand came up to play with the first one, thumb rubbing slow, firm circles over the wet nipple, pinching lightly, then soothing with gentle strokes. Baekhyun’s whole body trembled. His pussy clenched around nothing, throbbing with every suck and pinch, hips jerking erratically as he chased friction against the thick bulge beneath him.
“Fuck— Yeollie, p-please… it feels too good,” Baekhyun sobbed, voice high, tears of overstimulation already pricking at his eyes. “My tits… ahng— and my pussy is so wet for you… the panties are ruined, oppa. I’m making such a mess on you…”
Chanyeol released the nipple with a wet pop, lips shiny, and looked up at Baekhyun with dark eyes, glasses slightly fogged. “Look at you, my pregnant little princess grinding on oppa’s cock like a needy slut. Your pretty boypussy is dripping everywhere… you really couldn’t wait, could you?”
He went back to sucking, alternating between both tits now, lavishing them with attention while his hands roamed: one kneading the soft, heavy flesh, the other sliding down to grip Baekhyun’s ass under the bunched-up robe, helping him hump faster and harder against his throbbing erection.
Baekhyun’s movements grew sloppier, hips stuttering as the pleasure built higher and higher from the dual stimulation, sensitive nipples being sucked and played with, and the constant wet drag of lace over his swollen clit and folds. The satin robe hung uselessly off his shoulders, his huge belly pressed tight between them, and the soaked panties made filthy, slick sounds with every desperate grind.
“Oppa… o-oppa, I need you inside— p-please—”
Chanyeol released Baekhyun’s nipple with one last slow lick, leaving it shiny and swollen. His dark eyes flicked down between them, taking in the absolute mess his wife had made. The pretty pink lace panties were completely ruined, soaked dark and clinging transparently to every puffy fold of Baekhyun’s pussy, the fabric stretched tight over his swollen clit.
“Such a messy girl,” Chanyeol murmured, voice low and teasing. One of his big hands slid down, fingers hooking into the crotch of the lace panties. He didn’t pull them off. Instead, he simply tugged the soaked fabric to the side, exposing Baekhyun’s glistening, puffy pussy to the cool air of the studio.
Baekhyun whimpered at the sudden exposure, hips twitching forward instinctively. His pussy was flushed deep pink, slick practically dripping from his entrance, clit swollen and peeking out from its hood, begging for attention.
Chanyeol’s fingers brushed lightly over the slick folds first, spreading them open with two thick digits. “Look at this pretty pussy… all swollen and wet for oppa because you couldn’t wait.” His thumb found the sensitive little clit and started rubbing slow, firm circles.
The reaction was immediate.
Baekhyun spasmed hard in his lap, a sharp cry tearing from his throat as his whole body jolted. Pregnancy had made him ridiculously sensitive down there, every touch felt electric, almost too much. His thighs trembled around Chanyeol’s hips, belly pressing heavier against Chanyeol’s chest as he arched.
“Oppa—! Ngh, too sensitive—!” Baekhyun sobbed, hands clutching desperately at Chanyeol’s shoulders. His pussy clenched visibly, more slick gushing out and coating Chanyeol’s fingers.
But Chanyeol only smiled, dark and hungry, glasses still perched on his nose. “Shh, angel. Oppa just wants to play with you a little.” He kept the slow, relentless circles on Baekhyun’s clit, occasionally dipping lower to gather more slick and spread it over the swollen nub. His other hand stayed on Baekhyun’s heavy tit, lazily pinching and rolling the nipple while he watched his wife fall apart.
Baekhyun’s hips jerked uncontrollably, trying to chase the touch and escape it at the same time. “Oppa, please— I need you inside… put it in, p-please, I can’t— I need your cock—”
“Not yet, princess,” Chanyeol cooed, voice gentle but firm. He pressed a little harder on the clit, rubbing faster now, watching the way Baekhyun’s puffy folds fluttered and leaked around nothing. “You came in here teasing me. Now let me enjoy my pretty pregnant wife for a minute. Look how sensitive you are… already shaking for me.”
He alternated pressure, light teasing strokes, then firmer circles, occasionally flicking the swollen clit with the pad of his thumb. Baekhyun was a mess above him, tits bouncing softly with each spasm, huge round belly trembling as his pussy clenched and drooled slick down Chanyeol’s fingers and onto the front of his shorts.
The pleasure built fast and overwhelming. Baekhyun’s movements grew erratic, grinding down against Chanyeol’s hand desperately while his sensitive clit throbbed under the constant stimulation. Tears slipped down his cheeks from how intense it felt, too good, too much, pregnancy hormones turning every touch into fire.
“Oppa— I’m g-gonna— I’m c-cumming—!” Baekhyun wailed, body locking up as the orgasm crashed over him.
His pussy spasmed violently, clenching around nothing, a small gush of slick squirting out over Chanyeol’s fingers and wrist. His tits heaved with every panting breath, nipples tight and shiny from Chanyeol’s earlier attention. The whole time Chanyeol kept rubbing his clit through it, drawing out the pleasure until Baekhyun was whimpering and twitching, oversensitive and boneless in his lap.
Only when the tremors started to fade did Chanyeol finally ease the pressure, bringing his slick-coated fingers to his mouth to taste his wife with a low, satisfied hum.
“Such a good girl,” he praised softly, kissing Baekhyun’s tear-streaked cheek. “Came so pretty for oppa just from his fingers on your little clit. But we’re not done yet, baby… not even close.”
Baekhyun could only whimper, still panting, pussy fluttering and dripping, the ruined pink lace panties still pushed to the side as he leaned heavily against Chanyeol’s chest, belly pressed between them.
Chanyeol let Baekhyun rest for a moment, his big hands rubbing soothing circles over the sides of his heavy pregnant belly while the smaller man panted against his shoulder. Baekhyun’s body was still twitching with aftershocks.
“Easy, princess… catch your breath,” Chanyeol murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Baekhyun’s sweaty temple. His voice was gentle, but the hard line of his cock straining against the fabric told a different story.
After only a few seconds, Chanyeol shifted. He gripped Baekhyun’s hips and lifted him just a little higher on his lap, enough to reach between them. With one hand he tugged the waistband of his black shorts down, freeing his cock in one smooth motion.
Baekhyun’s eyes shine the moment he saw it.
Chanyeol’s cock was thick and long, veins standing out prominently along the shaft, the head an angry, flushed red and already leaking precum. It curved slightly upward, heavy and intimidating even after all this time. Pregnancy had made Baekhyun feel extra small and delicate, and right now the sight of that massive cock made his freshly-orgasmed pussy clench hard with fresh need.
“Oh… oppa…” Baekhyun breathed, instantly hungry again. His hips twitched forward instinctively.
Chanyeol smirked, one hand wrapping loosely around the base of his own cock while the other steadied Baekhyun’s waist. He started teasing immediately, rubbing the fat, leaking head up and down Baekhyun’s soaked folds, coating himself in all that slick. The blunt tip nudged against his swollen clit, then slid down to kiss his entrance, then back up again, spreading the wetness everywhere.
“Feel that, baby girl?” Chanyeol murmured, voice low and amused. “Oppa’s cock is so hard for you… but you were so impatient earlier. Maybe I should make you wait just a little more.”
Baekhyun let out a frustrated whine, trying to sink down onto it, but Chanyeol’s grip on his hip kept him hovering just out of reach. The head kept sliding through his folds—hot, heavy, teasing—never quite pushing inside.
“Yeollie, stop teasing!” Baekhyun complained, voice turning into a pouty little growl. His hands clutched at Chanyeol’s shoulders, nails digging in. “I’ve been waiting all day. Put it in already— I need it— my pussy’s aching for you—”
Chanyeol just laughed softly, deep and fond, eyes sparkling behind his glasses as he continued the slow, torturous slides. “So greedy, even when you’re this full with my baby. My pretty pregnant wife can’t even be patient for two seconds…”
Baekhyun was getting properly pissed now, hips jerking, trying to force the thick head inside, tears of frustration and need pricking at his eyes again. “Oppa—! Please— I’m so wet and empty— just fuck me—”
With one last low chuckle, Chanyeol finally gave in.
He lined up the angry red tip against Baekhyun’s dripping entrance and shoved upward in one smooth, firm thrust, burying half his thick cock inside that tight, slick heat.
Baekhyun’s head fell back with a loud, broken moan, mouth open in a silent cry as his pussy stretched wide around the intrusion. The stretch was intense—pregnancy making him feel even tighter and more sensitive—every vein dragging deliciously against his walls.
“Oppa—! Ahh, so big— f-fuck…” he sobbed, body trembling as Chanyeol kept pushing deeper, inch by thick inch, until he was fully seated, balls pressed against Baekhyun’s ass, the head nudging right up against that sensitive spot deep inside.
Chanyeol groaned, forehead dropping to rest against Baekhyun’s collarbone, one hand possessively cupping the underside of his huge belly.
“Fuck, princess… your pussy is sucking me in so tight. So wet and hot… perfect little cunt for oppa.”
He stayed still for a second, letting Baekhyun adjust to the fullness, but his hands were already moving, one stroking the taut skin of the pregnant belly, the other reaching up to gently thumb one of Baekhyun’s sensitive nipples.
Chanyeol leaned back in the chair, hands sliding to rest lightly on Baekhyun’s wide hips, thumbs stroking the sides of his enormous round belly. His thick cock throbbed deep inside that tight, fluttering pussy, stretching him open so wide Baekhyun could feel every vein pulsing against his walls.
“Go on, princess,” Chanyeol murmured, voice low and rough, glasses slightly fogged. “Ride oppa. Show me how bad my pregnant little wife needs it.”
Baekhyun didn’t need to be told twice. Bracing his hands on Chanyeol’s broad shoulders, he lifted his hips slowly—the wet drag of his slick walls along that massive cock making an obscene, squelching sound—then sank back down with a broken moan. The thick head nudged right against his deepest spot.
“F-Fuck… oppa, you’re so deep—” Baekhyun whimpered, starting to bounce. Short, careful rolls at first, then deeper, wetter thrusts as he found his rhythm. The satin robe hung completely open now, his heavy tits bouncing with every movement, dark pink nipples stiff and leaking tiny beads of milk.
Chanyeol’s eyes darkened at the sight. He leaned forward, one arm wrapping carefully around Baekhyun’s lower back to support his belly, and latched onto a leaking nipple with a hungry groan. He sucked hard, tongue swirling, pulling the swollen bud deep into his mouth.
“Mmm— fuck, baby,” he growled around the nipple, voice muffled and wet. “Want to try your milk again…” He sucked harder, and a warm, sweet trickle of milk hit his tongue. Chanyeol moaned loudly, eyes fluttering shut as he drank. “Tastes so fucking good… my perfect little milk cow. So full and sweet for oppa.”
Baekhyun cried out, hips stuttering as a fresh gush of slick flooded around Chanyeol’s cock. The combination of the thick dick stretching his pussy and the relentless sucking on his sensitive tits made his whole body shake.
“O-Oppa—! Ngh, n-not so hard—” he sobbed, but his hips kept moving faster, riding that huge cock with wet, filthy slaps. Every bounce made more milk leak from the other nipple, dripping down his swollen tit and onto Chanyeol’s shirt. “I’m your m-milk cow… just for you— f-fuck, drink from me, Yeollie—”
Chanyeol switched to the other tit, sucking greedily, tongue flicking the nipple while his hand came up to knead the first one, milking more warm drops onto his fingers. “That’s it, my tasty little milk cow,” he praised between sucks, voice filthy and adoring. “Look at these fat tits leaking for me… carrying my baby and producing milk like a good breeding wife. So fucking tasteful. Gonna keep you like this forever — round, full of my cum, and dripping for oppa’s mouth.”
Baekhyun’s riding grew frantic, the wet sounds of his soaked pussy swallowing Chanyeol’s cock filling the studio, slick dripping down the thick shaft and soaking Chanyeol’s balls. His huge belly pressed and rubbed against Chanyeol’s stomach with every bounce.
But after a few minutes the position and the weight of his belly started to tire Baekhyun out. His thighs trembled, breaths coming in short, desperate pants as he tried to keep bouncing on that thick cock.
Chanyeol noticed immediately. His hands tightened on Baekhyun’s hips, steadying him.
“Easy, princess… you’re getting tired,” he rasped, voice strained with his own desperation. “Let oppa take care of you now.”
Without pulling out, Chanyeol planted his feet on the floor and started slamming Baekhyun down onto his cock, careful but desperate, one arm wrapped protectively under the heavy curve of the belly so it didn’t jolt too hard. His hips snapped up hard and fast, driving that thick, veiny cock deep into Baekhyun’s dripping pussy again and again.
“Fuck yes—!” Baekhyun screamed, head falling back, tits bouncing wildly as milk continued to leak from his nipples. “Oppa—! Harder— fill your milk c-cow— hng, your cock is so b-big!”
Chanyeol growled, sucking one leaking nipple back into his mouth while he fucked up into him with deep, punishing thrusts. The chair creaked under them, the wet slap of skin and the obscene squelch of pussy taking cock echoing louder now.
“You’re mine,” Chanyeol panted against Baekhyun’s tit, milk on his lips. “My pregnant little milk cow… gonna pump this tight pussy full until you’re leaking my cum for days.”
He slammed up again, cock kissing Baekhyun’s cervix with every thrust, the head of his dick bullying that sweet spot until Baekhyun was shaking and sobbing “oppa, oppa, oppa—” like a mantra, pussy clenching and fluttering wildly around the thick length.
Baekhyun was falling apart on top of him, tits bouncing heavily with every brutal drop, milk still leaking from his swollen nipples in thin, sweet trails. His ruined pink lace panties stayed shoved to the side, the delicate fabric stretched and darkened with slick.
A few more hard thrusts and Baekhyun’s whole body seized up.
“Oppa—! I’m— ahhh—!”
His pussy clenched violently around Chanyeol’s cock as he squirted again, a hot, messy gush of clear fluid spraying out around the thick shaft, soaking Chanyeol’s shorts, his stomach, and the chair beneath them. Baekhyun’s thighs trembled uncontrollably, a broken sob tearing from his throat while his sensitive walls fluttered and pulsed, milking the cock buried deep inside him.
Chanyeol groaned loudly, hips never stopping their relentless pace, fucking Baekhyun straight through the orgasm. “Fuck, princess— squirting all over oppa’s cock like a good girl… so messy and perfect.”
Only a few more deep, punishing thrusts later, Baekhyun was whimpering desperately, voice cracking with exhaustion and overwhelming need.
“Oppa, p-please— f-fill your pregnant wife— please, I can’t take it anymore— c-cum inside me, Yeollie— breed my pussy—!”
Chanyeol’s grip on Baekhyun’s hips tightened, his own breathing ragged. He slammed up once, twice, three more times—burying his thick, veiny cock as deep as it would go—before he finally broke.
“F-Fuck— take it, baby girl— take oppa’s cum—”
With a low, guttural groan, Chanyeol came hard. His cock pulsed violently inside Baekhyun’s spasming pussy, flooding him with thick, hot ropes of cum. Load after load pumped deep into his pregnant wife, painting his walls white and filling him until the excess started to leak out around the base of Chanyeol’s cock, mixing with Baekhyun’s slick and squirting mess.
Baekhyun moaned brokenly at the feeling of being so thoroughly bred, his own pussy still fluttering weakly around the pulsing length as the warmth spread inside him. His tits heaved with every panting breath, milk still beading at the tips of his nipples.
Chanyeol kept his cock buried deep while he rode out the last spurts, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Baekhyun’s collarbone and up to his neck. “Good girl… such a good girl for oppa. Taking every drop like the perfect pregnant slut you are.”
He stayed inside, both of them breathing hard, Baekhyun slumped bonelessly against Chanyeol’s chest with the satin robe hanging off his shoulders and his lace panties still pushed aside, cum and slick slowly dripping out of his stretched pussy.
They stayed like that for a few moments, breathing heavily, the occasional twitch making more of his load leak out around the thick shaft. Baekhyun rested his forehead against Chanyeol’s shoulder, body limp and glowing with sweat, his heavy tits pressed against Chanyeol’s chest.
But it wasn’t enough.
After only a minute, Baekhyun shifted. He slowly lifted his hips, letting Chanyeol’s softening cock slip out of him with a wet, filthy sound. A thick glob of white cum immediately followed, dripping messily from his stretched pussy onto Chanyeol’s cock and shorts.
“Mmm… look at that,” Baekhyun whispered, voice still breathy and slutty. “Oppa filled his pregnant wife so full… but my pussy is still so hungry.”
He stayed hovering just above Chanyeol’s lap and started rubbing his wet, fat pussy slowly along the semi-hard length beneath him. The slick mixture of cum and his own juices made everything obscenely slippery. His swollen folds dragged along the veiny shaft, clit catching on the head with every teasing roll of his hips.
“Oppa’s cum is leaking out of me like a whore,” Baekhyun purred, grinding down harder, coating Chanyeol’s cock with the messy creampie. “My pussy is so sloppy now… all stretched and dripping because of you. Doesn’t it feel good, Yeollie? Your dirty little milk cow playing with your cum…”
Chanyeol’s breath hitched, his cock twitching back to full hardness almost instantly under the filthy stimulation. His hands gripped Baekhyun’s hips tighter.
“Fuck, baby… you really are insatiable today.”
In one smooth motion, Chanyeol stood up from the chair, carefully lifting Baekhyun with him. He turned them around and bent his pregnant wife over the desk, pressing Baekhyun’s torso down onto the cool surface. The monitors were still glowing with unfinished tracks right beside Baekhyun’s flushed cheek. Chanyeol made sure his huge belly had enough space, hanging comfortably off the edge so it wasn’t pressed against the desk.
Baekhyun’s ass was now perfectly presented, round, soft, and up in the air. The short pink satin robe had bunched up completely around his waist. His pink lace panties were still shoved to the side, doing nothing to hide the messy sight between his legs: his pussy was red, puffy, and gaping slightly, thick white cum slowly leaking out and running down his thighs.
Chanyeol brought his hand down hard on one ass cheek.
Smack!
Baekhyun jolted with a sharp moan, the sound echoing in the studio.
“Such a greedy pregnant slut,” Chanyeol growled, rubbing the reddening spot before slapping the other cheek. “Bent over oppa’s desk with your pussy leaking my cum like this.”
He spread Baekhyun’s ass cheeks with both hands, exposing everything. One thick finger circled the tight rim of Baekhyun’s ass teasingly before pushing inside slowly, just the first knuckle. At the same time, he used his other hand to spread the puffy folds of Baekhyun’s pussy, watching more cum drip out obscenely.
“Look at this leaking little cunt,” Chanyeol teased, voice dark and amused. His finger pumped shallowly in Baekhyun’s ass while his thumb brushed over the swollen, cum-smeared clit. “Oppa just filled you up and you’re already pushing it out. So fucking messy. Does my pregnant wife like walking around with a creampie dripping down her thighs?”
Baekhyun whimpered loudly, pushing his ass back against the finger and the teasing touch, his heavy tits squished against the desk, nipples still leaking tiny drops of milk onto the surface.
“Oppa… please…” he begged, voice high and desperate. “Stop teasing and fuck me again. My pussy needs more—”
Chanyeol smirked at the desperate little whimper that left Baekhyun’s mouth. He kept his pregnant wife bent nicely over the desk, ass up and presented like a perfect offering. One thick finger was already buried knuckle-deep in Baekhyun’s tight ass, slowly pumping in and out with wet, obscene sounds.
“Listen to you,” Chanyeol teased, voice low and mocking as he added a second finger, scissoring them gently inside the tight ring of muscle. “Moaning so prettily with just my fingers in your ass. You like this too, don’t you? My greedy little wife wants oppa to play with both holes.”
Baekhyun’s cheek was pressed against the cool desk, mouth open as broken moans spilled out. His heavy pregnant belly hung comfortably off the edge while his ass pushed back greedily against the invading fingers.
“O-Oppa… ngh— yes… I like it—” he admitted shamelessly, voice high and breathy. “I like it when you play with my ass… b-but please— my pussy is still so empty—”
Chanyeol chuckled darkly, thrusting his two fingers deeper into Baekhyun’s ass, curling them just right to make his wife jolt and clench. Slick and cum continued leaking steadily from Baekhyun’s well-fucked pussy, dripping down his thighs in messy white streaks.
“Look at this sloppy pussy still pushing out oppa’s cum,” he taunted, speeding up the thrusts of his fingers in Baekhyun’s ass. “You’re such a messy girl. Begging for cock in your cunt but your ass is sucking my fingers in so eagerly. Maybe I should just fuck this tight little hole instead and leave your greedy pussy empty. Would you like that, princess?”
Baekhyun whined loudly, shaking his head even as his hips rocked back onto the fingers fucking his ass.
“N-No— please— I need both—”
Chanyeol kept fingering him for a little longer, enjoying the way Baekhyun’s ass clenched and fluttered around his digits, the filthy wet sounds mixing with the desperate moans coming from his wife. He spread his fingers wider, stretching the tight ring while his other hand occasionally slapped the soft, round cheek, watching it jiggle.
Finally, Chanyeol pulled his fingers out with a wet pop. He hooked both thumbs into the waistband of the drenched pink lace panties and slowly dragged them down Baekhyun’s thighs, letting them drop to the floor. The delicate fabric was completely ruined, soaked with slick, cum, and squirt.
“No more panties for you tonight,” Chanyeol murmured, kicking them aside. “Not like you need them anyway.”
He lined up his thick, hard cock against Baekhyun’s twitching ass. The fat head pressed insistently against the stretched rim, still slick from Baekhyun’s pussy juices and leftover cum.
Without another warning, Chanyeol pushed forward.
A long, guttural moan tore from Baekhyun’s throat as the thick head breached his ass, stretching him open wide. Inch by thick, veiny inch, Chanyeol sank into the tight heat, groaning deeply at how greedily Baekhyun’s ass swallowed him.
“Fuuuck— so tight,” Chanyeol growled, one hand gripping Baekhyun’s hip while the other reached underneath to support the heavy underside of his pregnant belly. “Your ass is sucking oppa’s cock in so deep, baby. Even after I just filled your pussy… you’re still this greedy.”
He bottomed out with a low grunt, balls pressed against Baekhyun’s sensitive pussy. The contrast was filthy, his thick cock buried to the hilt in Baekhyun’s ass while cum continued to slowly drip from the neglected, swollen folds of his pussy below.
Baekhyun was shaking, mouth open in a silent cry, fingers scrabbling against the desk as he tried to adjust to the intense fullness in his ass.
“Oppa—! It’s so big— ngh, you’re s-splitting me open—” he sobbed, voice cracking with pleasure.
Chanyeol leaned over him, careful with the belly, and pressed a hot kiss to the back of Baekhyun’s neck.
“That’s right, princess,” he whispered darkly. “Oppa’s gonna fuck this tight ass now while your creamy pussy keeps leaking like a used little whore.”
Chanyeol stayed buried to the hilt inside Baekhyun’s tight ass, giving his pregnant wife time to adjust. It had been a while since they’d done anal, and with how big Baekhyun was in his third trimester, he knew he had to be patient at first.
Baekhyun whimpered softly, cheek pressed to the desk, breathing shakily as his body stretched around the thick intrusion. After a minute, when Baekhyun’s whimpers turned softer and his ass started to relax around him, Chanyeol finally began to move.
He started slow, long, deep drags of his thick cock pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, letting Baekhyun feel every vein. But it didn’t stay slow for long.
Soon his hips snapped forward harder, pounding into Baekhyun’s ass with heavy, rhythmic thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the studio, loud and filthy. Chanyeol was careful though, one strong arm wrapped protectively under Baekhyun’s heavy belly, holding it securely so it wouldn’t slam against the desk with every powerful thrust. His other hand gripped Baekhyun’s hip tightly, keeping him in place as he fucked him deeper.
“Fuck— that’s it, baby,” Chanyeol growled, voice rough with pleasure. “Taking cock so well in your tight little ass. Such a good wife… letting me use both your holes tonight.”
Baekhyun was moaning loudly now, broken and high-pitched with every hard thrust.
“Oppa—! ngh… too deep— f-fuck, you’re so big!”
His body jolted forward with each pound, but Chanyeol’s protective hold on his belly kept the movements controlled and safe. The satin robe was completely bunched around his waist, his ass rippling with every impact.
Chanyeol kept fucking him harder, hips snapping relentlessly, the wet plap plap plap of skin echoing as he drove his thick cock into that tight ring again and again. His breathing grew heavier, sweat dripping down his temples behind the black-rimmed glasses.
Then he noticed it.
Baekhyun’s swollen tits were pressed firmly against the cool surface of the desk from the way he was bent over. With every rough thrust, they were being squished and rubbed against the wood, and now milk was leaking from the sides. Thin white trails were slowly seeping out from under his chest, dripping down the sides of his heavy tits onto the desk.
Chanyeol’s eyes darkened with lust at the sight.
“Fuck, look at you…” he groaned, voice dropping even lower. He leaned forward slightly, still pounding steadily into Baekhyun’s ass while keeping one arm securely under the belly. “Your tits are leaking all over my desk, princess. Milk is dripping everywhere because oppa’s fucking you so hard.”
He reached his free hand around, sliding it under Baekhyun’s chest to cup one leaking tit, squeezing gently. More warm milk trickled out over his fingers.
“My messy little milk cow… getting your tits milked by the desk while I pound your ass. You’re making such a pretty mess for me.”
Baekhyun let out a broken sob of pleasure, pushing his ass back to meet every hard thrust.
“Oppa— a-ahh— my tits feel so sensitive— I c-can’t— fuck…”
Chanyeol squeezed the tit again, milk coating his palm as he continued slamming into Baekhyun’s ass with deep, powerful strokes, careful but relentless.
Chanyeol slowed his thrusts, still buried deep inside Baekhyun’s ass. With a low grunt, he carefully pulled out just enough to maneuver his wife. He lifted Baekhyun off the desk and turned him around, then sat him on the edge of the desk facing him. He made sure Baekhyun’s heavy pregnant belly had enough space, resting comfortably between them.
“Legs around me, princess,” Chanyeol ordered softly.
Once Baekhyun was settled, Chanyeol stepped between his spread thighs and pushed back inside his ass in one smooth thrust. The new position let him look straight at his wife’s flushed face and leaking body while still fucking him.
He reached for the satin robe that was barely hanging on Baekhyun’s arms and tugged it completely off, tossing the light pink fabric aside. Now Baekhyun was completely naked except for the fluids glistening on his skin.
“Look at these pretty tits,” he murmured, voice dark and teasing. He started pounding slowly again, deep, rolling thrusts into Baekhyun’s tight ass, the wet sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. “So full and heavy… leaking milk just from getting fucked.”
He cupped both tits in his large hands, squeezing them gently at first, then firmer. Warm milk squirted out from the dark pink nipples in thin streams, coating his fingers and dripping down onto Baekhyun’s pregnant belly.
“Mmm, so messy,” Chanyeol teased with a smirk. He leaned down and latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while still slowly fucking into Baekhyun’s ass. He drank greedily, moaning at the sweet taste, then pulled back just enough to watch more milk spray out when he squeezed the tit again.
“My perfect little milk cow… squirting milk everywhere while oppa fucks your ass. Does it feel good, baby? Getting your tits milked and your tight hole stretched at the same time?”
Baekhyun moaned loudly, head falling back, hands clutching at Chanyeol’s shoulders as his body rocked with every slow, deep thrust into his ass.
“Yeollie— ngh yes… it feels so g-good— don’t stop!”
Chanyeol switched to the other nipple, sucking noisily while his hand continued playing with the first one, pinching and rolling the wet bud between his fingers, making more milk leak and drip. All the while, he kept up the slow, steady pounding into Baekhyun’s ass, his thick cock dragging against those sensitive walls with every roll of his hips.
After a few minutes, Chanyeol released the nipple with a wet pop and straightened up. His eyes were dark with lust as he looked down between them.
He slid one hand lower, fingers finding Baekhyun’s swollen, puffy pussy. His thumb easily located the sensitive clit and started rubbing slow, firm circles while he began fucking Baekhyun’s ass harder again.
“That’s it… let oppa play with your pretty clit too,” Chanyeol growled, voice rough. “I want you to cum while I’m buried in your ass.”
The dual stimulation was too much. Baekhyun’s thighs trembled, his pussy clenching and leaking fresh slick as Chanyeol’s thick cock pounded his ass and his thumb worked his clit relentlessly.
“Oppa—! I’m c-close— I’m gonna cum—!” Baekhyun cried out, voice breaking.
Chanyeol didn’t stop. He kept thrusting deep into his ass and rubbing tight circles on the swollen clit until Baekhyun’s whole body tensed.
With a loud, desperate wail, Baekhyun came hard.
His pussy spasmed and squirted again, clear fluid gushing out over Chanyeol’s hand and stomach while his ass clenched rhythmically around the thick cock inside him. Milk leaked freely from his tits as his body shook through the intense orgasm.
Chanyeol groaned at the feeling, still slowly fucking him through it, thumb gently stroking the oversensitive clit to drag out every last wave of pleasure.
Chanyeol kept his thick cock buried deep in Baekhyun’s ass, feeling every strong flutter and clench as his wife rode out the intense orgasm. He continued rolling his hips slowly, fucking Baekhyun through the aftershocks, drawing out the pleasure while his thumb kept lazily stroking the oversensitive clit.
“Good girl… that’s it,” Chanyeol murmured, voice rough with arousal. “Milk oppa’s cock with your tight little ass while you cum.”
Baekhyun was shaking, whimpering softly as the waves slowly subsided. But Chanyeol didn’t give him much time to recover.
Suddenly, he tightened his grip on Baekhyun’s hip and started speeding up his pace, hard, deep thrusts that made the desk creak beneath them. His cock slammed into Baekhyun’s ass with wet, punishing strokes, the sound of skin slapping loudly in the studio.
“Yeollie…” Baekhyun cried out, tears slipping down his flushed cheeks from the overstimulation. His body jolted with every brutal thrust, heavy tits bouncing and leaking more milk. “It’s too m-much— I c-can’t— oppa p-please—!”
But Chanyeol didn’t slow down. His eyes were dark with lust as he pounded harder into the tight, clenching heat.
“Take it, princess,” he growled, voice low and strained. “Take oppa’s cock like a good girl. You wanted this so bad… now you’re gonna take everything I give you.”
A few more savage thrusts and Chanyeol buried himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural groan.
“F-Fuck— cumming—!”
His cock pulsed violently inside Baekhyun’s ass as he came hard, flooding the tight channel with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept grinding deep, pumping every last drop into his pregnant wife while groaning against Baekhyun’s neck.
At the same time, the feeling of being filled again pushed Baekhyun over the edge once more. A short, weak squirt leaked from his oversensitive pussy as his whole body spasmed. His ass clenched rhythmically around Chanyeol’s cock, milking every drop of cum while a broken, high-pitched sob left his lips.
Chanyeol stayed buried inside for a long moment, breathing heavily, before he finally pulled his spent cock out with a wet sound. A thick trail of white cum immediately followed, leaking from Baekhyun’s stretched, twitching asshole.
Chanyeol looked down at the filthy sight with a satisfied smirk, one hand still supporting Baekhyun’s heavy belly.
“Look at you…” he murmured, voice dark and teasing. He used two fingers to spread Baekhyun’s ass cheek, watching more cum leak out of the used hole. “Both your holes are full of oppa’s cum now. Your pretty pussy is still dripping from earlier, and now your tight little ass is leaking too. Such a well-bred wife… filled in both holes like the greedy slut you are.”
Baekhyun could only whimper weakly, body trembling, tears clinging to his lashes as cum slowly leaked from both his ass and his pussy onto the desk. His legs were loosely wrapped around Chanyeol’s waist, trembling from the intense orgasms. He took a shaky breath and slowly unwrapped them, letting his feet dangle.
Baekhyun bit his lip, then opened his legs a little wider, planting one hand firmly on the desk behind him for support. With his free hand, he reached back and grabbed his other ass cheek, pulling it open together with Chanyeol.
The position was utterly shameless, both holes on full display, pussy and freshly fucked ass still clenching and leaking thick white cum that dripped slowly onto the desk.
Baekhyun looked up at Chanyeol with big, watery eyes and a sweet, pouty voice.
“Oppa…” he purred, voice soft and needy, “look what you did… I’m so dirty now. Leaking your cum from both holes… It’s everywhere. All because of oppa’s thick load… You have to take care of it, please? Your wife is all messy and used…”
Chanyeol stared down at the obscene sight—his pretty wife sitting on his desk with legs spread, holding his own ass open so more cum could leak out—and let out a low, amused laugh.
“Whose fault is this, huh?” Chanyeol chuckled, eyes dark with renewed lust as he squeezed the cheek he was holding. “You’re the one who came into my studio teasing me until I fucked both your holes full. And now you’re spreading yourself open like this, purring so sweetly… You’re such a tease.”
Baekhyun only smiled innocently, still holding his ass cheeks apart, letting another thick glob of cum drip out of his used asshole while his pussy fluttered.
“But it’s oppa’s cum… so oppa has to clean me up,” he whispered, voice sugary and bratty. “Please?”
Chanyeol chuckled lowly, staring at the the mess between Baekhyun’s legs he showed so proudly.
“Well, anything for my spoiled princess,” he said with a smirk, voice dripping with amusement. “Making such a mess and demanding oppa clean it up. Cute.”
He stood up straight and gently helped Baekhyun off the desk, one hand securely under his heavy pregnant belly for support.
“Come on, let’s get you to the chair, baby.”
Chanyeol guided him the short distance to the chair. He helped Baekhyun sit down comfortably, then adjusted the backrest so he could lean back. Once he was settled, Chanyeol spread his wife’s legs wide, hooking each thigh over the arms of the chair, leaving him completely exposed.
Chanyeol dropped to his knees between those spread legs with a lazy smirk, his tall frame lowering smoothly until he was eye-level with Baekhyun’s messy, leaking holes. The sight made him groan quietly in appreciation.
“Fuck… look at you,” he murmured, voice low and rough. His big hands slid up Baekhyun’s soft, thick thighs, caressing and squeezing the warm flesh with clear hunger. He could see everything, Baekhyun’s swollen pussy still drooling thick white cum, and right below it, his used asshole clenching and pushing out even more of Chanyeol’s load. The mixture of slick and cum dripped obscenely onto the seat of the chair.
“Such a filthy, pretty view,” Chanyeol said, eyes dark with lust as he continued stroking the sensitive inner thighs. “Both holes stuffed full of oppa’s cum… and you’re still spreading yourself for me like a spoiled little slut.”
He leaned in slowly, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of Baekhyun’s right thigh. The kisses turned into soft bites, then harder sucks, leaving faint red marks on the pale skin. All the while, he kept his gaze locked upward on Baekhyun’s face, watching every little reaction.
Baekhyun shivered, biting his lip as he looked down at his husband kneeling between his legs.
“Oppa… you made me so dirty,” he whined softly, voice still breathy and needy. “It keeps coming out… you have to clean your pregnant wife properly.”
Chanyeol chuckled against his thigh and gave him a sharper bite, making Baekhyun jolt.
“So demanding,” he teased. He moved to the other thigh, kissing and biting his way down, torturously slow. His breath ghosted over Baekhyun’s dripping pussy and leaking ass, but he deliberately avoided touching them yet. Instead, he licked a stripe along the crease where thigh met crotch, tasting the mix of cum and slick there, before moving to the other side and repeating the same torturous treatment.
Every kiss brought him closer. Every bite made Baekhyun’s legs tremble more. Chanyeol’s hands kept caressing and spreading his thighs wider, thumbs rubbing circles on the sensitive skin as he admired the messy sight up close.
He finally stopped just inches away from Baekhyun’s used holes, lips brushing teasingly against the cum-stained skin. Hot breath fanned over the swollen, leaking pussy as he looked up again with a wicked smile.
“Tell oppa again, princess,” he purred, voice dripping with lust. “Where exactly does my spoiled wife need to be cleaned?”
Baekhyun stared down at him, one hand gently rubbing slow circles over the huge, round swell of his pregnant belly. His lips formed a cute little pout, even as his eyes sparkled with pure filth.
“In both of them, oppa,” he answered boldly, voice sweet but shameless. “My pussy is still so full of your cum… and my ass is leaking even more. I want you to clean your wife’s dirty holes with your tongue. Every single drop.”
Chanyeol’s gaze darkened instantly, a low groan rumbling in his chest.
“Very well, princess,” he said, voice rough with arousal. “Since you asked so nicely…”
He leaned in and dragged a long, slow, filthy lick from Baekhyun’s leaking asshole all the way up through his pussy lips, collecting a thick mix of cum and slick on his tongue. The taste made him moan loudly against the sensitive flesh.
“Fuck… so sweet and dirty,” he growled.
He buried his face between Baekhyun’s spread thighs and started eating him out for real, hungry, messy, and thorough. His tongue lapped greedily at the swollen pussy first, licking deep between the puffy folds, sucking the mix of his own cum and Baekhyun’s slick straight from the source. He moaned into the wet heat, the vibrations making Baekhyun jolt and whimper.
“Mmm, oppa’s cum tastes so good coming out of your pretty cunt,” Chanyeol murmured against his folds before diving back in, sucking noisily on his clit and pushing his tongue inside the used hole, fucking him with it.
Baekhyun’s hand tightened on his pregnant belly, head falling back against the chair with a loud, broken moan.
“Ngh! Oppa, your tongue… it feels so good—”
Chanyeol focused entirely on Baekhyun’s puffy, cum-filled pussy. He sealed his lips around the swollen folds and sucked greedily, tongue plunging deep inside the messy hole to scoop out more of his own thick cum. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the studio as he ate his wife out like a man starved.
“Such a messy girl,” he groaned between licks, voice muffled. “But oppa’s going to clean you up nice and good… every last drop belongs to me.”
Baekhyun’s hand left his pregnant belly and slid into Chanyeol’s hair, fingers threading through the dark strands before gripping tightly. At the same time, his other hand braced on the arm of the chair for leverage. With a needy whimper, Baekhyun pulled Chanyeol’s face harder against his soaked pussy, practically suffocating him between his thighs.
“That’s it, Yeollie… eat my pussy,” he encouraged breathlessly, voice sweet and filthy. “Clean your wife’s dirty little cunt… there’s so much cum inside me because of you.”
Chanyeol groaned loudly into the wet heat, the sound vibrating against Baekhyun’s sensitive clit. He didn’t pull away, if anything, he pressed in deeper, nose buried against the swollen mound as he licked and sucked even more eagerly.
While his mouth devoured the pussy, Chanyeol brought two thick fingers to Baekhyun’s leaking asshole. He pushed them in easily, the rim still loose and slick from earlier. He started pumping them slowly at first, then faster, fucking the cum out of Baekhyun’s ass while simultaneously eating his pussy like it was his favorite meal.
Chanyeol moaned against the dripping folds, fingers curling and scissoring inside the tight ass, pushing more white cum out.
Baekhyun’s grip on his hair tightened, hips rolling forward to grind against Chanyeol’s tongue and mouth.
“You made me so full… now clean it all up. Be a good husband and eat every drop from your slutty wife— ngh!” he panted, voice breaking into high, desperate moans.
Chanyeol’s fingers thrust deeper into Baekhyun’s ass, fucking the cum out in thick globs while his tongue worked relentlessly on the pussy, licking, sucking on the clit, and pushing inside the fluttering hole. He was completely lost between Baekhyun’s legs, face shiny with slick and cum, happily letting his wife suffocate him against that dripping, delicious heat.
Chanyeol pulled his two fingers out of Baekhyun’s asshole with a wet sound as more cum oozed out. He lowered his head a bit more and dragged his tongue down to the twitching hole, licking broad and slow across the stretched rim.
“Mmm… there we go,” he hummed, voice thick. He pushed his tongue inside the loosened ass, scooping out the thick cum he had just fucked out with his fingers. He ate it greedily, messy and loud, while his thumb moved up to Baekhyun’s swollen clit, rubbing firm, tight circles around the sensitive nub.
Baekhyun’s thighs shook hard around his head, a broken moan spilling from his lips.
“Ahh— o-oppa! Your tongue in my ass feels so d-dirty… fuck—”
Chanyeol kept devouring his asshole, licking and sucking every drop of cum clean while his fingers played relentlessly with the puffy clit. Baekhyun’s hand tightened painfully in his hair, hips twitching.
“Yeol— I’m cumming— I’m gonna cum again—!”
The moment the words left Baekhyun’s mouth, Chanyeol moved back up instantly. He sealed his mouth over the dripping pussy, sucking hard on the swollen folds as his tongue plunged inside the wet heat. His thumb never stopped rubbing fast circles on the clit.
Baekhyun cried out, back arching as much as his pregnant belly allowed. He pushed Chanyeol’s face harder against his cunt, grinding desperately.
“Yes— e-eat my pussy, oppa! I’m cumming— I’m cumming on your tongue—!”
His whole body tensed up. A fresh gush of slick squirted against Chanyeol’s mouth as Baekhyun came hard, thighs clamping around his husband’s head while his pussy spasmed and clenched around Chanyeol’s tongue.
Chanyeol didn’t stop. He kept his mouth sealed tightly over Baekhyun’s spasming boypussy, licking and sucking hungrily through every wave of his wife’s orgasm. He drank down the fresh slick greedily, moaning loudly into the wet heat as Baekhyun trembled and cried out above him, fingers gripping his hair tightly.
Only when Baekhyun’s thighs started to relax and his moans turned into soft, overwhelmed whimpers did Chanyeol finally pull back a little, gasping for air. His mouth and chin were shiny and dripping with a mix of cum, slick, and squirt. He looked completely debauched.
“Fuck… you taste so good when you cum, princess,” he panted.
His eyes flicked to the floor beside him. The ruined light pink lace panties were lying there, completely soaked and stained. Chanyeol reached over and grabbed them with one hand. Without hesitation, he wrapped the drenched, warm lace around his hard, leaking cock and started stroking himself with them.
A low groan escaped him at the filthy feeling.
He leaned back in immediately, burying his face between Baekhyun’s legs again. His tongue returned to the puffy, sensitive pussy, licking long stripes to clean up every new drop of slick. He was thorough and messy, sucking gently on the swollen clit while jerking himself faster with the cum-soaked panties.
Baekhyun whimpered weakly, still sensitive, one hand lazily petting Chanyeol’s hair while the other rested on his pregnant belly.
“Oppa… you’re so dirty…” he breathed, watching with hazy eyes as Chanyeol used his ruined panties to masturbate.
Chanyeol moaned against his pussy in response, the vibrations making Baekhyun twitch. He kept eating him out sloppily, licking deep inside the pussy, sucking on the puffy lips, cleaning every inch while his hand moved faster and faster on his cock, the wet lace making filthy sounds with every stroke.
It didn’t take long.
With a deep, muffled groan right against Baekhyun’s cunt, Chanyeol came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot into the already ruined pink lace panties, soaking them even more as he kept licking lazily at Baekhyun’s hole, cleaning up the last traces of their mess.
He stroked himself through the orgasm, making sure every drop went into the panties, before finally pulling his mouth away from Baekhyun’s pussy with one last slow lick.
Chanyeol sat back on his heels, breathing heavily, holding up the absolutely ruined panties, now soaked with both their cum, slick, and squirt.
“Look at what you made me do to your pretty panties, baby…” he chuckled breathlessly, showing them to Baekhyun. “Completely ruined.”
Baekhyun let out a long, exhausted sigh and threw himself completely back against the chair, his pregnant belly rising and falling with each heavy breath. His legs were still spread wide over the armrests, holes twitching and shiny with spit and the last remnants of cum.
He looked down at Chanyeol with a lazy, fucked-out smile and let out a soft, breathless laugh.
“God… you’re so disgusting,” he teased, voice hoarse but playful. “Eating your own cum out of me like that… and jerking off with my ruined panties? Such a nasty husband I have.”
Chanyeol let out a deep laugh, clearly amused. He leaned forward and pressed several soft, affectionate kisses all over Baekhyun’s huge, round pregnant belly, murmuring against the warm skin.
“My spoiled princess loved every second of it,” he said, smiling as he kissed the bump one last time before pushing himself up from his knees.
He grabbed a few tissues from the box on his desk, quickly wiped his softening cock clean, and tucked it back into his shorts. Then he turned his attention back to Baekhyun.
Baekhyun, still slumped bonelessly in the chair, slowly lowered his trembling legs from the armrests, wincing a little as he closed them.
“I’m exhausted…” he murmured, eyes half-closed, looking adorably worn out. “You really wore your pregnant wife out today.”
Chanyeol smiled softly and stepped closer, gently brushing Baekhyun’s messy hair away from his forehead.
“Do you want to shower, baby?”
Baekhyun looked up at him with a small, tired smile and a cute little pout, batting his lashes sweetly.
“Bathtub…” he requested, voice soft and whiny. “I want a warm bath, oppa. My back hurts and my legs feel like jelly.”
Chanyeol’s expression melted instantly. He leaned down and captured Baekhyun’s lips in a slow, gentle kiss, thumb stroking his cheek.
“Of course, princess,” he whispered against his mouth. “Anything you want. Let’s get you a nice warm bath.”
He carefully helped Baekhyun stand up from the chair, wrapping a strong arm around his waist and supporting most of his weight as they slowly made their way out of the studio toward the bathroom.
The bathroom was warm and filled with the gentle scent of vanilla and cherry blossom. Chanyeol had taken his time preparing everything, dim lights, warm water, plenty of bubbles, and even the little scented candle Baekhyun liked.
Now they were both in the spacious bathtub. Chanyeol leaned comfortably against the back wall, his long legs spread. Baekhyun sat between them, his back resting fully against Chanyeol’s broad chest, his heavy pregnant belly rising out of the bubbly water.
Chanyeol had one arm wrapped protectively around Baekhyun’s belly, while his other hand moved slowly with a soft sponge.
“You’re so warm…” Baekhyun sighed happily, eyes half-closed, head tilted back against Chanyeol’s shoulder.
Chanyeol smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck.
“You deserved this, princess,” he murmured, voice low and gentle. He dipped the sponge into the warm water and gently wiped it across Baekhyun’s chest, cleaning away the dried traces of milk on his swollen tits. He was extremely careful, barely applying any pressure, knowing how sore they were.
“Does this hurt?” he asked softly as he cleaned one sensitive nipple, using just his fingers and a little soap to wash away the crusty milk.
Baekhyun shook his head slightly. “A little sore… but it feels nice when you’re this gentle.”
Chanyeol hummed and continued washing him with slow, loving strokes, cleaning the dried milk, the remnants of cum and slick on his thighs, and the faint red marks he’d left earlier. Every touch was tender.
“My pretty wife,” Chanyeol whispered against his ear, kissing the shell of it. “You were so good for me earlier… so needy and perfect. But now let me take care of you, okay?”
Baekhyun melted even more against his chest, letting out a content little sound as Chanyeol’s hand moved lower, gently cleaning between his legs with the warm sponge. The water made everything feel soft and soothing.
“I really needed that,” Baekhyun admitted quietly. “I was going crazy waiting for you all day.”
“I know, baby. I’m sorry I made you wait so long.” Chanyeol kissed his temple again and hugged him a little closer from behind. “No more deadlines are allowed to steal time from my pregnant princess.”
Baekhyun let out a soft laugh, bubbles moving around them as he shifted slightly.
“You’re so whipped for me.”
“Completely,” Chanyeol agreed without hesitation, still carefully washing the underside of one sore tit. “And I’m not ashamed.”
Chanyeol set the sponge aside and used both hands instead, gently cupping the huge, round curve of Baekhyun’s belly under the warm water. He rubbed slow, loving circles over the taut skin, thumbs tracing the faint stretch marks with nothing but adoration.
“My beautiful bump…” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Baekhyun’s shoulder. “You’re carrying our little girl so well.”
Baekhyun smiled sleepily, placing his smaller hands over Chanyeol’s. They stayed like that for a moment—quiet, warm, and intimate—until suddenly, a strong little kick pressed against Chanyeol’s palm.
“Oh!” Baekhyun let out a soft laugh. “She’s awake.”
Chanyeol’s face lit up instantly. He spread his fingers wider, gently pressing and caressing the spot where Jihyo had kicked.
“Hey, princess,” he murmured lovingly to the belly. “Were you saying hi to Daddy? You’ve been so active today… just like your mommy.”
Another kick came right after, stronger this time, making Baekhyun giggle. Chanyeol’s heart felt impossibly full as he rested his chin on Baekhyun’s shoulder, both hands protectively cradling the bump.
“I’m so lucky,” he said quietly, voice thick with emotion. “I have my two girls right here. My beautiful, strong wife who gives me everything… and our little Jihyo growing inside you. I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”
Baekhyun turned his head slightly, eyes soft and shiny as he looked at Chanyeol.
“You’re such a sap,” he teased weakly, but his voice was full of love. He squeezed Chanyeol’s hands over his belly. “But I love you. We both do.”
Chanyeol smiled and kissed the side of Baekhyun’s neck, then his cheek, then the corner of his mouth.
“I love you more, princess. Both of you.”
They stayed wrapped together in the warm, bubbly water for a long time, Chanyeol’s arms securely around Baekhyun and their daughter, the bathroom quiet except for the soft sound of water and their gentle breathing. No deadlines, no work, just the three of them.
Baekhyun felt completely full, safe, and loved.