DASH-Chapter 13Vol 2. : Side Story -

The inside, which had been writhing wildly like it had been robbed of something that originally belonged to it, tightened desperately around the cock that had sunk even deeper the next moment, clenching with lewd eagerness. Occasionally, the sticky membrane clinging to the foreskin made Jiheon lift his hips too far, and the cock would slip out entirely. Every time it did, the juices that had leaked out from between the stretched hole had already soaked the space between their legs into a messy, wet tangle.

At some point, the soft squelching sounds that accompanied Jiheon’s bouncing hips turned into loud, obscene smacks echoing through the living room. Every time slick skin slapped against slick skin, the watery juices splattered, staining not just Jaekyung’s stomach but his chest as well.

Fearing it might even splash onto his face, Jiheon stopped bouncing altogether and instead dropped his hips firmly onto Jaekyung’s lap, grinding his ass into the other’s groin in a slow, circular motion.

“This... feels good, right?”

Noticing at some point that Jaekyung’s hands had been clamped tightly around his ass, Jiheon asked with a grin. Embarrassed that he’d been caught, Jaekyung squeezed hard as if to retaliate and muttered.

“You’re the one who likes it.”

“Yeah... I do...”

Jiheon genuinely preferred being on top. But he’d sworn never to do it again because Jaekyung never considered how big his cock was and kept thrusting up recklessly, ignoring all requests to behave himself.

Then came the pregnancy—and with it, a more cautious Jaekyung. Jiheon seized the opportunity to try again, and it turned out to be more manageable than he remembered. Especially like now, when Jaekyung was supporting Jiheon’s hips with both hands—no matter how hard Jiheon moved or even fully dropped down, there was less risk of his cervix being directly hit. So Jiheon had told Jaekyung very clearly: when I’m on top, do not take your hands off my ass. Of course, that didn’t mean he was giving permission to grope and knead it like this.

“Hold still, I need to adjust...”

Jiheon spoke as he moved his hands from Jaekyung’s stomach to his legs. As his body naturally arched backward, the angle of penetration changed, stimulating a completely different spot inside. When he rocked his hips in that position, the head of Jaekyung’s cock rubbed right against his weakest point with just the right pressure, and his head snapped back reflexively.

“Ah, haah... ah...!”

With his neck thrown back and mouth wide open, Jiheon let out whatever sounds came—moans, gasps, cries. Clutching one of Jaekyung’s legs with one hand and pressing the other against his own belly, Jiheon began moving his hips even more aggressively. Each time he lifted and dropped, the thick, hard cock rubbed over his most sensitive spots one by one, plunging in deep and scraping them on the way out.

“Haa, ngh, mmm!”

Blinded by a surge of pleasure, Jiheon moved without restraint. He liked this position not only because he could control the depth of penetration, but also because it allowed him to stimulate exactly the places that felt best without needing to ask for it.

And it was extremely efficient.

By targeting only the softest and most sensitive places inside him in just the way he wanted, Jiheon’s body overheated far too quickly. He hadn’t moved much at all when a sharp ache began pulsing through his pelvis, and orgasm rushed toward him. Wanting to delay it even a little, he spread his thighs wide, but it was no use.

“Aah...!”

In the end, Jiheon trembled all over, clutching Jaekyung’s leg as the overwhelming wave of climax swallowed him whole.

“Haah... nghh..., hhh...”

Watching Jiheon’s Adam’s apple bob as he let out dry, cracked gasps like a man struggling through a rough cough, Jaekyung let out a chuckle.

“Hyung, did you just come?”

Leaving me behind? Jaekyung said it like a joke and then hoisted Jiheon’s ass up with both hands.

“Then it’s my turn now, right?”

Before Jiheon could respond, Jaekyung thrust his hips upward.

“Hhiiih...!”

It was only a single sharp thrust, but it speared all the way to the end of Jiheon’s guts. The shock of the penetration was so different from when he moved on his own that he instinctively cried out.

“Not... not so hard... The baby...”

“I won’t.”

But despite his words, the way he stirred Jiheon’s insides was still intense. Jiheon knew. It wasn’t that Jaekyung was actually being rough. It only felt that way because Jiheon was so tense. Compared to before, Jaekyung’s movements were far gentler and more cautious.

And yet, Jiheon couldn’t stop his body from folding forward.

“Ahh, mmngh...”

Before he knew it, he was half-collapsed on top of Jaekyung, using his weight to stop the cock from pushing in too deep.

“I told you, you don’t need to worry.”

Jaekyung kissed his cheek as he spoke, then grabbed Jiheon’s hips more firmly to prove his point, thrusting up with loud, wet smacks.

“Ahhh, nghh, ahh...”

The heat building in Jiheon’s belly now was nothing like before. The sudden roughness had made his insides tighten defensively, and now the walls clamped down even harder, increasing the friction and pressure with each thrust.

Sweat broke out all over Jiheon’s body, probably from the heat boiling inside his gut. Still lying on top of Jaekyung, Jiheon trembled as if suffering a fever, moaning weakly as he took Jaekyung in.

Jaekyung, as if to soothe him, kissed the sweat-soaked corners of his forehead and temples. Then, gripping Jiheon’s ass tightly, he slowly sat up.

“Nngh...!”

As Jaekyung rose, Jiheon’s upper body came up with him, and he quickly wrapped his arms around Jaekyung’s neck. Now impaled fully by Jaekyung’s cock and unable to stop himself, Jiheon’s hips moved again. The instincts that had broken through fear weren’t about to slow down now, and with Jaekyung pounding into him from below, Jiheon screamed, nearly hanging off him.

“Jaekyung, Jaekyung, ah...”

Instead of answering, Jaekyung wrapped his lips around Jiheon’s nipple, which had been standing tall under his sweat-soaked t-shirt for some time.

“Hkk...!”

The hot breath brushing against the nipple clinging to the damp fabric made Jiheon shiver. As Jaekyung sucked and licked over the cloth, the already-sensitive nipple was rubbed raw by the wet cotton, making Jiheon’s head spin. His strength almost gave out, and he would have fallen backward if he hadn’t managed to cling tighter around Jaekyung’s neck. Gasping, he looked down as Jaekyung lifted his head and said:

“Lift your shirt.”

With trembling hands, Jiheon pulled up his t-shirt. Jaekyung immediately switched sides, wrapping his lips around the other nipple. Now puffed up and swollen, it looked completely different from before. He licked it gently with the tip of his tongue, and Jiheon’s legs began to go weak.

“Ah, ahhh...”

Finally slumping fully onto Jaekyung’s lap, Jiheon clung to him with both arms. The warnings that nipple stimulation could trigger uterine contractions had been quickly forgotten. After trying it once or twice and finding it caused no issues, they had stopped holding back.

Not that they were going too far—it was mostly just light biting or brushing with the tongue. There was no harsh sucking or biting that left his nipples numb like before. Still, the whole area had become so sensitive during pregnancy that even that was enough to make his brain go fuzzy.

Even now, his toes curled, and the backs of his knees tingled. Feeling something gush inside, Jiheon hastily tugged his t-shirt back down.

“Stop... Jaekyung, that’s enough.”

Panting, he spoke. Jaekyung looked a little disappointed but didn’t go back to suckling over the shirt. Instead, he began planting tiny kisses on Jiheon’s lips. ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) As soon as Jiheon wrapped his arms fully around Jaekyung’s neck, Jaekyung said:

“Just going to move my hands real quick.”

Jaekyung pulled his hands out from under Jiheon’s ass and carefully leaned him back onto the sofa. One leg over the sofa’s backrest, the other resting on Jaekyung’s shoulder, Jiheon was laid bare and spread open. Jaekyung began thrusting again.

“Hah! Ahh! Aah!”

The deeper his legs spread, the deeper Jaekyung drove in. And the harder he pounded. The violent force of Jaekyung’s cock stirring inside was so intense that Jiheon grew frightened. He trusted that Jaekyung would take care of things, but he couldn’t help the unease.

“Haah... ngh...”

Gasping raggedly, Jiheon grabbed the insides of his own thighs. He pressed down along his groin, fingers close to the base of his entrance, and moved his hips in sync with Jaekyung. That way, even if Jaekyung got rough, he wouldn’t risk hitting anything dangerous. These days, no matter what position they used, Jiheon always needed to create that buffer to feel safe.

Still, it felt amazing. Even if he couldn’t feel that brutal pleasure of being crushed between Jaekyung’s pubic bone and his own perineum, the rest of the sensations rushing through him were more than enough. Ever since getting pregnant, his body had become far more sensitive than before. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Sometimes, it even worried him. What if it’s just me? What if I’m the only one enjoying this? But judging by Jaekyung’s condition, that didn’t seem to be the case. The frequency, recovery speed, time to climax—everything was the same as before. If anything, the way Jiheon reacted now seemed to increase Jaekyung’s satisfaction.

This time was no different. After pounding into him for a while, Jaekyung finally came all over Jiheon’s belly. Then he pulled Jiheon into his arms, buried his face in his chest, and spoke in a thoroughly satisfied voice.

“Perfect. Now I can survive all the way through the family meeting tonight.”