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Hansol would describe himself as disgustingly pregnant. At 38 weeks he’s rapidly approaching full term, half expecting to go into labour at any moment because the baby feels like she’s ready to go. More than anything, he’s ready to not be pregnant anymore. Part of him kinda likes that the baby is always with him, but more often than not he wishes he could hand her over to Junhui so he can take a nap without being kicked in the ribs.
It’s been easy on his body, at least, a lot more so than he thought it would be. Before he got pregnant — before he even thought it was a possibility — his TikTok feed started showing him pregnancy horror stories, and he watched them out of some kind of morbid curiosity. He has since deleted the app.
But, no, it’s been great. Minimal nausea, minor food aversions. His nipples hurt a weird amount sometimes, and he’s had to wear compression socks for the swelling in his ankles but, like — overall it’s been good. It’s been kind to him. And he gets all the joys that pregnancy brings like getting doted on by all your friends for being the youngest and the first to get pregnant. He hasn’t paid for food this whole time.
If Hansol likes being pregnant than Junhui loves it. The two of them were already bad at personal space but the problem has gotten so much worse. Junhui lives with one hand on Hansol’s belly almost constantly, fascinated by the whole process, and Hansol would be lying if he said he didn’t love the attention.
The baby wasn’t exactly planned, but that doesn’t mean she was unwanted. Hansol vividly remembers being sat on the closed toilet lid, with the little stick in his hands, watching the red line develop awfully fast. His heat was late, and he felt sick all the time and his chest was sore in a way it had never been before.
He called Junhui and told him while he was at work, which, in retrospect, was not the correct move. Junhui went through the five stages of grief over the phone while laughing and his boss gave him the afternoon off, likely to get him out of the office, and Hansol suspects it wasn’t the first time that happened.
They were already practically living together, and they both wanted kids in some far off part of their future. So there was nothing stopping them. Hansol feels just a little blessed to have him.
Like now, when Junhui is doing the utmost to say goodnight to the baby as a part of their night time routine. It’s ridiculously domestic, to get into bed with your boyfriend every night, at the same time and not always be gagging for it.
Junhui read that the baby can hear sound from outside the womb at 27-ish weeks and Hansol has not known peace since.
“Goodnight little one, only a couple more weeks and you’ll be here,” Junhui coos and Hansol can’t hold back the grimace on his face if he tries.
It’s the same most nights, sometimes he switches it up by telling the baby what fruit she’s the size of. He’s got multiple apps on his phone for it. He’s read books! Hansol is impressed, even if the enthusiasm makes him cringe.
“Is she asleep?” Junhui asks, offering an ear to Hansol’s bump like he’ll be able to hear the baby snoring.
“I think so,” Hansol says and it’s only a little bit of a lie. He can kind of tell, sometimes, when she goes really still and he’s forced to poke his belly until she gives a disgruntled wriggle to make sure she’s doing okay in there.
“Should we try the massage?” Junhui then asks with a little waggle of his brows that has Hansol smacking his arm with no real force behind it.
Hansol’s midwife suggested they try a perennial massage a few weeks ago, to try and reduce the chances of tearing during birth. Hansol cringed the entire way through the sentence, and at the idea of Junhui massaging his taint. You can do it yourself as well, or not at all, it’s just a little extra help, the midwife had clarified, reading Hansol’s face like an open book.
Hansol doesn’t feel particularly sexy right now, or at any real point during his pregnancy save for a wild four weeks in his second trimester that was a challenge for even Junhui to keep up with.
Junhui rolls over to fish the lube from his nightmare of a bedside table. He produces the bottle with a triumphant cheer and shoots a grin at Hansol, who thinks he looks far too excited about the prospect of doing this.
He pushes the covers back from his legs with a sigh and kicks them down to the base of the bed, spreading his thighs unceremoniously like he’s about to get a pap smear, because something about this does feel vaguely medical. Sometimes Hansol wishes he was into that, given all the people he’s had probing around down there since he got pregnant.
He’s already naked — the weather is far too muggy to sleep with clothes on even if he weren’t pregnant — fully exposed for Junhui’s taking. And Junhui— laughs, when he sees how he’s spread out on the bed. It’s not mean, rather fond, like he’s just happy he gets to see Hansol like this.
“Right to it, then,” he says, pushing himself up onto his knees so he can waddle between Hansol’s thighs.
“No time like the present,” Hansol mutters. Distantly, he wonders if Junhui knows what he’s doing. He isn’t hesitating. He grabs a pillow and encourages Hansol to lift his hips so he can prop his pussy up into a better position. Hansol is still upright enough for the weight of his pregnancy not to put too much pressure on his lungs.
“Did you search this on Naver?” he asks as Junhui uncaps the lube and squirts a little on his fingertips. He shoots Hansol a look with his eyebrows raised, almost sheepish.
“Yes,” he says slowly. “There was lots of information about it. Step by step instructions and everything.”
Hansol huffs a laugh at the image of his boyfriend looking up perennial massages on his phone. It’s objectively funny.
“Ready?” Junhui asks and Hansol nods, watching Junhui’s slicked up hand disappearing behind the bump. He wishes he could see more of what’s going on down there, if he wasn’t so massive.
He feels the first cool touch of lube to his hole, over the thin skin at the base and just inside. Junhui spreads the lube over his skin with the pads of his fingers until his hole is thoroughly coated and warmed.
“Feel okay?” Junhui asks.
Hansol must be frowning. He forces his face to relax. The touch is barely anything, nothing he hasn’t felt from Junhui hundreds of times before. Maybe because he’s not even remotely turned on it feels so weird.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “What’s next?”
“I’m going to put my thumbs inside to stretch you out. Tell me if it’s too much, okay? I need to hold it for two minutes each time,” Junhui explains seriously, possibly more seriously than Hansol’s ever heard him about anything.
“You really did your research.”
“I take fingering you very seriously,” Junhui confirms.
Just like he said, Junhui hooks both of his thumbs inside Hansol’s hole and stretches him out, putting pressure down into his ass. It’s a little uncomfortable, but not painful and Hansol is reminded of the agonising truth that this is nothing compared to what he’ll feel when the baby is actually coming out.
Junhui holds his fingers there for a couple of minutes before he releases the pressure and starts to rub both Hansol’s inner walls and outside, too, around his hole, down to his perineum, massaging the thin skin and firm muscle, encouraging both to relax and stretch out. It’s not— sexy, but it feels nice, Hansol decides.
Hansol closes his eyes and lets Junhui get to it. His hands are so confident Hansol almost wants to asks if he’s done this before.
“You’re stretching so well, Hansol-ah,” Junhui murmurs, voice surprisingly gentle.
“Cheesy, hyung. You sound like the midwife.”
“Give me a little push now, Hansol-ah,” Junhui says.
Hansol shoots him a glare that only makes Junhui giggle. The less he has to think about giving birth the better, but it’s the most inventible part of having a baby: actually having it. Hansol has done a healthy amount of research, so he knows what to prepare himself for. The thought of it still terrifies him.
“What does it feel like?” Junhui asks.
“Like you’re massaging my pussy,” Hansol answers honestly.
Junhui slips his thumbs back inside and repeats the motion: stretching and holding.
“That feels like your knot,” Hansol admits.
And it really does, actually. The pressure is less extreme but still persistant. Hansol nearly choked the first time he took it, beyond overwhelmed at the amount of space it took up inside of him. He remembers reaching down between their bodies, feeling how it pushed his perineum out, made his hole sting. Not unlike—
“Oh?”
“It’s where the knot goes,” Hansol says stupidly.
Junhui laughs again, silly. Hansol’s chest feels light. He rests an open palmed hand on the side of his bump. The baby is still, thankfully, taking the chance to rest while her appa gets fingered ready for her arrival.
“It’s been a while. You’re not used to taking it anymore,” Junhui says.
“It won’t be a problem after she comes out.”
“You know that’s now how vaginas work, Hansol-ah,” Junhui says with a lilt to his voice.
The longer Junhui goes for the better it starts to feel. It has been a few months since they last had penetrative sex, and Hansol honestly doesn’t any desire for it, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss it.
Junhui’s touch is confident but gentle on his sensitive skin. It’s a delicate act, working him open like he’s getting ready to take his knot again.
Is it weird that it’s getting warmer at this time of night?
“Oh,” Junhui says again, distinctly more surprised than the last time and then chuckles a little bit as he switches again from stretching to massaging.
Hansol feels the coil of arousal starting to tighten in his belly just as Jun says, “You’re getting wet.”
Hansol’s cheeks burn. He can’t really feel it between Junhui’s touch and the lube that’s already slicked up his insides but Junhui knows the difference in how it feels.
“It’s better if you’re aroused” Junhui says matter of factly. “You get looser, means I can put more pressure. That’s why orgasmic births are a thing.”
“How long did you spend looking this up?” Hansol asks. He doesn’t dare open his eyes, twisting his hips just a little bit.
“Just a lunch break. I told you there’s a lot out there to learn. I’m going to try stretching you out further, okay?” he tells Hansol.
Hansol nods, lets him do as he pleases with an arm slung over his eyes.
Junhui’s thumbs slide in a little further and Hansol finds himself biting down a moan as he clenches around them instinctively.
“Relax for me,” Junhui says softly.
The difference is noticeable from the last few times, Hansol can feel the way Junhui puts force into it, stretching his perineum down and out. It feels more like a knot this time, something he wants to clench down around and milk, something he wants to buck his hips against.
Junhui holds it like the times before and then releases the pressure and Hansol lets out a long breath with it. When he clenches around the emptiness he feels how wet he really is, slick gushing out of his hole along with the lube.
Junhui’s fingers return to his perineum as per their routine, massaging, loosening. It’s really working, Hansol thinks. There might be hope for him yet while he gives birth.
“Hansol, do you want me to—?” he says, slick thumb ghosting over Hansol’s clit, making his hips jump at the burst of pleasure.
“Yeah, can you just—?” He cuts himself off as Junhui’s thumb runs a firm circle over his clit. It’s achingly good, to be touched again.
“Can I what?” Junhui asks.
“Finger me properly?”
“What have I been doing?”
“Hyung,” Hansol whines, pushing his hips up against Junhui’s hand. “You know what I mean.”
Junhui smirks at him, mischievous look in his eye, because he knows exactly what he’s doing. He complies and slides two fingers into Hansol’s pussy all the way to the knuckle. The slide is easy, Hansol’s hole open and relaxed by now.
Hansol moans loudly at the feeling of being filled for the first time in so long. Junhui’s fingers are thick and long, curling in all the way to his cervix, pushing his walls apart to get there. He feels the way Junhui draws back before fucking into him again, so slowly it’s nothing but tortuous, making Hansol’s clit throb with need.
He doesn’t get to finger fucking Hansol straight away, keeps the steady pace. Hansol looks at him through hazy eyes, he sees a slight frown knitting Junhui’s brows together.
“What’s wrong?” he asked through a strained voice.
“Your cervix feels different,” Junhui says.
“Different?” Hansol asks, on the edge of exasperated.
“Weird,” Junhui clarifies in a way that makes absolutely nothing clearer.
“Hyung—“ Hansol huffs.
“Feels thin,” he says without a hint of shame, fingers probing the back of Hansol’s pussy. It’s not uncomfortable, Junhui’s nails are trimmed down specifically for this, touch gentle on his cervix, but it is absolutely not what Hansol meant by fingering him properly.
“Don’t— ah! Don’t say things like that,” Hansol moans around his words as Junhui continues the slow thrust of his fingers.
“It’s a good sign she’ll come soon, right?” They were so close to letting the borderline medical roleplay go. “She’s just right under my fingers, it’s crazy.”
Hansol groans in annoyance this time. “Please stop talking,” he begs, although can’t deny it made his tummy roll to think about how close she is to them, both to being born and literally, carving a space into Hansol’s body.
Junhui giggles. Hansol cracks his eyes open when the mattress shifts and he sees Junhui repositioning himself onto his belly, fingers still lodged in his pussy. He moans weakly as they make eye contact. Junhui shoots him a wink for good measure before Hansol loses sight of him behind the bump.
He’s about to start complaining again when Junhui pulls his fingers out only to twist his wrist up and thrust back it, angling directly towards his sweet spot. The groan that’s ripped out of him is so loud it makes Junhui snicker again and Hansol’s cheeks burn half in embarrassment, but mostly just because he really wants to get off already.
Junhui starts a demanding rhythm, fingers curled and massaging that one spot on Hansol’s spongy front wall, pussy already loose and relaxed around his fingers. Hansol would be ashamed of it if that wasn’t the goal.
Hansol lets his eyes slip shut, holding his belly with both hands to ground himself, letting Junhui do what he wants like he’s been doing all night.
He lets himself get lost in the feeling, hips rocking up shallowly into Junhui’s fingers, feels his knuckles pressing up against his labia when he pushes in all the way. The noises it’s making are filthy, the slick squelch only accompanied by Hansol’s moaning.
“Jun-hyung,” he whine, not sure what he’s asking for, but feeling the pressure rapidly swelling in his hips. Junhui presses his lips to Hansol’s inner thigh, moving steadily closer to his core and it sets Hansol alight. “Wanna come,” he begs weakly.
Junhui leans down to lick around his fingers, enough slick has leaked out of him by now to wash away the taste of the lube. Junhui gets a mouthful of just him.
“You’re so sweet these days, Hansollie,” Junhui coos, voice so smug over Hansol being his for the taking.
“Jun— ah!” Hansol yelps as Junhui fixes his mouth over the swollen bud of Hansol’s clit without warning, sucking sharply. It has Hansol curling into himself as much as his bump will allow him to do so, hand flying own to get a fist full of Junhui’s hair.
Junhui laps over his clit like a cat, broad, flat plane of his tongue making Hansol’s thighs tremble. Junhui works his fingers inside Hansol’s pussy, relentlessly pushing him closer to the edge, slick squelch around every thrust.
Hansol screws his eyes shut and bears down against Junhui’s fingers, feels the pressure building, distantly afraid he’s going to piss himself with so much baby on his bladder.
He lets out a strangled whine as he starts come, driving his hips up against Junhui’s face, Junhui following his every movement to wring as much out of him as he can. Hansol feels his own walls clamping down around Junhui’s fingers like he’s trying to milk his knot.
“Holy shit,” he breathes when he has the clarity to. His whole body is thrumming with the afterglow of his orgasm, he can feel his heartbeat in his clit. “Ow, fuck,” he swears suddenly, grasping his belly.
“Are you okay? Was that a contraction?” Junhui says, sitting up on his knees and looking genuinely worried he actually triggered Hansol’s labour.
“No, she just kicked me in the ribs,” Hansol says, pouting as he rubs over his bump, afterglow cut tragically short.
“Ah~ we woke her up,” Junhui coos, leaning forward to press a kiss to the crown of Hansol’s bump.
“What about you?” Hansol asks, glancing down to where he expects to see Junhui straining against his pants. He quickly realises he didn’t need to ask at all, wet patch evident at the front of his boxers.
“Oh, I came,” Junhui says needlessly. Hansol’s pussy gives an interested flutter at the thought of Junhui humping the bed while he was sucking Hansol off.
Junhui grins as he leans over to give Hansol a kiss, pushing his tongue into Hansol’s mouth to let him taste himself, steading himself with one hand on Hansol’s bump. He hums into the kiss sweetly.
“Ah, fuck I think I’m gonna piss,” Hansol says as he the baby shifts inside of him again and nails him directly in the bladder. Junhui’s laughter follows him all the way to the bathroom.