NOVPUB“Ahh, hngh, mmmngh!”
Sharp pleasure ripped through Jiheon’s entire body. His painfully swollen inner walls were pounded without mercy, and he kept crying out in near-screams. The stimulation was so overwhelming he couldn’t tell anymore whether it felt good or if it hurt. But if it really hurt, there’s no way he’d be getting hard again.
This is weird. Something’s off.
Jiheon gripped his own cock, now fully erect again and leaking precum, and thought: today, the sensations were just too much. Especially inside—everything felt too sensitive, to the point of being nearly unbearable. It wasn’t just his stomach; it felt like his entire body had turned into one giant erogenous zone, existing solely to receive that stimulation.
Every point of contact with Jaekyung burned with aching heat. Even the places untouched felt raw. It hadn’t started after climax—it had been like this from the beginning. From the moment Jaekyung first entered him... no, even earlier, when Jaekyung spread him open with his fingers, Jiheon’s whole body had become feverish.
Even now, just being touched was enough to make his cock twitch and spill thick semen. From the hole still clinging to Jaekyung’s cock, clear slick gushed continuously. Every time Jaekyung pulled his hips back, strings of sticky fluid—mingled with membrane—dragged out along his shaft, spilling the arousal pooled inside. Jiheon’s thighs, Jaekyung’s groin, and his lower belly were a complete mess with it, and seeing the state of it only made Jiheon more self-conscious. His own body, unbearably sensitive, was beyond his control—and the sheer helplessness of it made him feel overwhelmed.
Finally, Jiheon half-sobbed as he spoke.
“Jaekyung... ah, I... I feel... weird...”
“What? What’s weird? Does it hurt? Do you hate this?”
At the word “weird,” Jaekyung started to slow down. Jiheon quickly shook his head.
“No, no... it’s so good—ahh, it’s just so good it feels weird—ahh, ngh...”
Unable to finish a sentence through his moans, Jiheon whimpered, and Jaekyung let out a quiet laugh.
“If it feels good, then that’s all that matters.”
“Yeah... it feels too good, but—ahh!”
Jiheon couldn’t finish again—Jaekyung suddenly thrust deep, pushing against the most sensitive spot just below his uterus. Maybe he thought Jiheon wanted more because he’d said it felt good, but in Jiheon’s overstimulated state, the sensation was nearly painful.
“I... I don’t know what to...”
What do I do? The moment Jiheon murmured through panting breaths, tears welled up and streamed down without warning. Jaekyung looked surprised but then gently smiled, wiping Jiheon’s tears with his hand.
“Maybe it’s just been too long.”
“Y-yeah... maybe...”
Jiheon laid his hand over Jaekyung’s, still resting against his cheek, and whispered. Jaekyung lingered for a moment, touching Jiheon’s wet cheeks and eyelids, before Jiheon gave a small nod as if to say he was okay now. Then Jaekyung finally leaned down and kissed him.
With a tenderness completely different from before, Jaekyung resumed his movements—softly stirring his lover’s insides. Then, grabbing Jiheon’s legs, he guided them to wrap around his waist. Knowing Jaekyung was close, Jiheon crossed his ankles behind him, squeezing and relaxing in time with Jaekyung’s rhythm.
And soon, Jaekyung climaxed inside Jiheon. Though the condom masked it, the long, heavy breaths gave it away. He must’ve released a massive load.
Jiheon couldn’t help but think of how, during rut, Jaekyung had filled him until it felt like he would burst—and he felt a strange pang of longing. And maybe it wasn’t just emotional, because his insides tightened reflexively around Jaekyung’s cock, as if trying to trap even semen that wasn’t there.
Maybe that sensation pleased Jaekyung, because even after coming, he didn’t pull out. He kept holding Jiheon and kissing him, gently stirring the softened, slick interior. He took his time enjoying the afterglow. Jiheon, too, didn’t push him away. It had been a while, after all, and if Jaekyung was this happy, Jiheon couldn’t bring himself to ask him to stop. And if Jaekyung did get hard again... well, it probably wouldn’t be that bad.
Jiheon left Jaekyung behind and went to the bathroom alone, despite Jaekyung’s insistence that he’d wash him up. He’d said, “With that arm of yours, who are you washing?”—but truthfully, he was just scared Jaekyung might try to do ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) it again if they ended up naked together in the shower.
And, of course, Jaekyung hadn’t stopped after once. Or twice. Jaekyung had gone three, four rounds—and Jiheon had been wrung out so thoroughly, barely anything came out by the end.
Kwon Jaekyung was, as ever, Kwon Jaekyung. He didn’t hold back just because Jiheon was pregnant. The same man who had tread so carefully when Jiheon seemed hesitant turned ravenous the moment he realized Jiheon was just as eager as him—releasing three months of pent-up desire all at once. “Well, if hyung really didn’t want to, that’d be one thing. But you don’t, right? You seem in great shape today.” At first, he’d used Jiheon’s enthusiastic reactions as an excuse for another round. Later, he started citing ridiculous things like, “They say it’s good for bonding! For daddy’s emotional stability! For the baby’s brain development!”
Jiheon, not wanting to waste their rare time together, had gone along with it—but not for the baby’s brain. After four orgasms, he had no idea what more Jaekyung wanted. All he knew was: if anyone’s brain was in danger, it was his own.
Eventually, Jiheon fled to the bathroom under the excuse of needing a shower. When he finally dragged himself back out on trembling arms, Jaekyung had dutifully changed the sheets and was sitting on the floor, scrolling through his phone.
“Hyung, I looked it up.”
Jaekyung spoke without even looking up as soon as Jiheon sat at the edge of the bed.
“They say during pregnancy, the body becomes more sensitive, so you feel everything more during sex.”
“Yeah...? You read that online?”
“No, in the app.”
Even in this, Jaekyung clarified the source.
“Well, my app didn’t mention that.”
Jaekyung finally looked up.
“How many apps do you have installed?”
“Two.”
“...Wow.”
Jaekyung let out a scoffing laugh, as if to say only two? Like that was going to get him any real information. Jiheon considered asking Jaekyung just how many he had downloaded, but decided it was probably safer not to know.
“Alright, go take a shower now.”
Jiheon collapsed onto the bed. He was so exhausted he didn’t even have the strength to pull up the covers. He just lay in the middle of the bed like a corpse, unable to move a finger, until Jaekyung came over and gently covered him with the blanket.
“Oh, right. That thing about orgasms being good for the baby’s brain development—it’s actually true. It showed up in every app I checked.”
“......”
“How about it? Wanna raise our Jini’s IQ to 200?”
He said it with a smile, but it didn’t sound like a joke at all. Jiheon debated how to respond, then just shut his eyes and pretended to fall asleep.
“Hyung, are you asleep already?”
When Jiheon didn’t answer, Jaekyung kissed his lips and cheeks several times, then finally turned off the light and left the bedroom.
Lying in the dark, listening to the sound of the door closing, Jiheon belatedly regretted everything. He should have just made Jaekyung get discharged next week... There goes any chance of relaxing alone after work.
On Monday afternoon, three days after Jaekyung’s discharge, Jiheon accompanied him to the OB-GYN clinic he’d been going to. They still had two weeks left before the next scheduled check-up, but Jaekyung had insisted on taking time off early to go. He’d spent the entire weekend whining that he wouldn’t be able to go with Jiheon once his training resumed in two weeks, and they should take advantage of this while they could.
Jiheon’s slightly over-the-top but kind doctor surprisingly didn’t react much upon seeing Jaekyung. Jiheon had expected the usual, “Aren’t you Kwon Jaekyung the swimmer? Let’s shake hands!” kind of recognition, but there was none of that. All she said was, “Oh, the guardian came along today. You should’ve joined us sooner.”
Her demeanor toward Jiheon was the same as always—friendly, sometimes a bit too casual, but she explained everything in detail.
And then—
“Everything looks great overall, but... your weight gain has been a little rapid.”
At the doctor’s final comment, Jiheon lowered his head.
“And it’s suddenly jumped a lot in the last three weeks. Have your eating habits changed?”
“No... Not the quantity, but I’ve been eating more sweets lately.”
“Tsk.”
The doctor clicked her tongue softly—
“But hyung’s weight only jumped because he lost so much before,”
—when Jaekyung, who’d been quietly listening until now, suddenly cut in. Apparently, seeing Jiheon get scolded for gaining weight didn’t sit well with him.
“Shouldn’t we consider that he’s just regained what he lost? And it’s not like he got fat—his belly’s just gotten bigger.”
The doctor didn’t argue. She simply gave Jaekyung a warm smile—clearly used to overprotective spouses defending their partners—and turned back to Jiheon.
“As you probably know, rapid weight gain can lead to gestational diabetes. And even if it doesn’t, at this rate, there’s a risk of the baby growing too big. If he takes after his father, he’s already going to be a big one. Any bigger, and Daddy’s going to have a very hard time, don’t you think?”
The smile she gave Jiheon—overflowing with concern—was so gentle and motherly, he couldn’t help but reflect on his indulgent eating habits with newfound guilt.
