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"Do you mind if we tried something out tonight?" Mo Ran asks over dinner, seemingly innocent as he spoons rice into his mouth.
Chu Wanning, who's in the middle of sipping some broth, swallows and raises a brow. "Like what?" He asks with mild curiosity. He watches as Mo Ran shrugs nonchalantly, but his excitement is obvious in the dark purple of his eyes. Chu Wanning narrows his eyes in suspicion, despite how his heart warms at his husband's glee.
"I can't tell you~" Mo Ran sing-songs before wiggling his eyebrows. "It's a surprise, baobei, and I think it's one you're gonna enjoy."
"Oh?" Chu Wanning says, both his brows now raised. "You seem pretty confident about that."
"When it comes to stuff in the bedroom, yes," Mo Ran replies with a cheesy smile and Chu Wanning hides his blush in his bowl of broth. "When it comes to you, absolutely yes."
"Shut up." Chu Wanning grumbles, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
"You're so cute, baobei," Mo Ran coos instead and yelps when Chu Wanning aims a swift kick at his shin under the table. "Still adorable!"
Chu Wanning huffs but gives a small smile, half of his attention returning to his food. The other half is wondering what Mo Ran could have planned for tonight. Their bedroom activities are highly satisfactory, to say the least. The night never ends without Chu Wanning trembling and panting for breath, his mind a pleasant haze as Mo Ran gently brings him back to reality.
Their sex life isn’t in need of anything else as far as Chu Wanning is concerned. He likes— loves —what they do already and doesn't think it can get any better than it is already.
But knowing Mo Ran, he's probably discovered a way to do that—make it better—and Chu Wanning finds himself bubbling with anticipation. His body has gone warm and his thighs are rubbing together without his knowledge. He's started spiralling from a mere few words and his imagination. He isn't even hungry anymore, his chopsticks limp in his hand as his mind roams wildly in its imagination.
Mo Ran notices this—he always notices—and when he smiles, it's wolfish. It's full of promises that Chu Wanning is soon to see fulfilled and his breath hitches at the thought of what those promises could be.
"Eat your food, baby." Mo Ran says—no, commands and Chu Wanning is helpless in obeying him, his body moving on autopilot. He doesn't even know when he finishes his food; he's only made aware when Mo Ran comes to collect his plates so they can be taken to the kitchen. He's given a soft forehead kiss and a praising good boy that makes Chu Wanning go all liquid-light.
"Go to the room and get ready for me, sweetheart," Mo Ran orders softly, his lips brushing against Chu Wanning’s heated skin. "I'll be there in ten minutes."
Chu Wanning nods and stands up from his chair, a little dazed, as he makes his way into their bedroom. It always brought a spark whenever Mo Ran mentioned he had something new to try in the bedroom. It caused him to slip and get slightly hazy and had his imagination running wild because Mo Ran always surprised and never disappointed him. The last time Mo Ran had tried something, Chu Wanning had ended up bound and gagged, made to come again and again until he was so far gone, he couldn’t remember his name.
That was how Chu Wanning got introduced to bondage and how he found he didn’t particularly mind it.
He gets undressed and goes to lie on the bed, falling back onto fluffed pillows before spreading his legs and greedily slipping a hand between them.
Chu Wanning gasps at how wet he is and how his fingers slip between the slick that coats his inner thighs. He whimpers when he touches his swollen clit and feels it throb against his thumb. He rubs at it in little circles, squeezing his eyes shut at the brilliant jolt of pleasure that arches his back and curls his toes. It's so good for such a simple touch and Chu Wanning chases after it, his little circles turning bigger and grander with more pressure behind it. His mouth drops open when he slides a finger over his slit. A pitched sigh leaves him when he lifts it to see a string of slick clinging to his fingertip. Shaking, Chu Wanning goes back to slide that finger through his slit again and releases a reedy noise when he rubs the slick against his clit and nearly comes.
It's a dance—a tease, and Chu Wanning goes closer to the edge as he uses a bit of slick on his nipple. He whines as he smooths the pad of his other thumb over the sensitive bud, slippery and sticky and only adding to such pleasant stimulation. It builds in his stomach, a frantic rise at the pit as it threatens to crash over him like a tidal wave. It grows tighter and tighter with every quick circle to his clit, and Chu Wanning’s breath grows shallow, his heartbeat fast as his orgasm draws near. His thighs shake in warning and Chu Wanning’s vision goes blurry because he's about to come, he's about to come—he's coming, he's coming—
Then it's ruined, his hand ripped away from his pussy and Chu Wanning lets out a loud sob as he comes, but not quite. It lacks the heaviness of a satisfying orgasm and the tingles that make Chu Wanning’s world go dark as all the air leaves his lungs. Pleasure lingers in his system but it isn't enough—it's just a phantom of what he could have had and now he's pissed and upset but most of all, he craves.
"Shh." Mo Ran’s voice is familiar in the fog and Chu Wanning reaches for it and goodness, he's already crying. "Shh, angel. You're okay." A warm hand caresses his cheek and Chu Wanning immediately leans into it. "I thought I told you to get ready, not come all by yourself." The hand leaves his cheek, causing Chu Wanning to whimper in distress, only calming when the hand rests on his chest. Deft fingers find his peaked nipple and pluck at it meanly, sparks of pain melding beautifully with the arousal in his veins. He arches into it in search of more.
But Mo Ran only gives one cruel pinch before he's gone and Chu Wanning cries out because no no no no, he needs more. He tries to vocalise that. His words stutter and slur a little as he pleads for more of his husband's touch. That earns him an amused huff and that would offend Chu Wanning if he wasn't already so deep in it.
"I really should punish you," Mo Ran drawls as his warm hands grasp Chu Wanning’s thighs. He spreads them apart to settle between them and Chu Wanning chokes a bit at the hardness of Mo Ran’s clothed cock pressing against his cunt. He pushes up into it for friction, but Mo Ran holds him down easily, laughing freely this time. "I really should punish you, but you're being such a pretty little slut for me, aren't you?"
Chu Wanning can't even deny it. He nods and Mo Ran hums in approval as he leans in for a kiss that’s quick to turn hot at the swipe of a tongue. His hips grind into Chu Wanning’s wet cunt and Chu Wanning’s vision blurs further as he gags for it. His hands reach out for Mo Ran, his arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as he pulls his husband closer and sloppily meets the rut of Mo Ran’s hips with his own. Mo Ran groans into his mouth and it’s a delicious noise that Chu Wanning eagerly swallows up, his hands sweeping down the length of Mo Ran’s back to perch on his ass.
Unable to resist, he squeezes the firm cheeks and finds joy in the chuckle that Mo Ran presses into his lips. He whines when Mo Ran leans back and has to blink a few times to see properly. The blur in his eyes is quick to vanish, and he’s immediately greeted by the sight of his husband and he’s gorgeous.
He’s not as pink as Chu Wanning, but arousal still shows on the apples of his cheeks. His already dark eyes seem darker somehow; to where Chu Wanning can see his reflection and it’s startling how…debauched he, himself, already looks. Mo Ran’s plump lips look plumper—all red and kiss swollen. When the tip of his tongue peeks out to caress his bottom lip, Chu Wanning can’t help but reach up to feel it against his thumb.
Mo Ran’s eyes close at that and he lets out another approving hum, his lips parting to take Chu Wanning’s thumb in. It’s hot inside Mo Ran’s mouth, his tongue flickering against the pad of his thumb before his cheeks hollow around it, sucking on it like he would his clit. He sucks like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever had in his mouth, moaning deep from his chest as he swirls his tongue around the digit and pulls it in deeper.
Chu Wanning grows hot as he watches with heavy breath, his thighs clamping tight at Mo Ran’s sides as his cunt throbs against Mo Ran’s clothed cock. His hips stutter upwards when his thumb receives a bite and his breath hitches when Mo Ran’s hips stutter back. Mo Ran gives his thumb one last suck before releasing it to kiss its tip. Then he angles his head to kiss the palm of Chu Wanning’s hand, causing his heart to skip a beat.
Mo Ran meets his gaze with a soft smile before pressing another kiss into his palm. Then he’s capturing Chu Wanning’s lips again, licking deep into his mouth as he grinds into Chu Wanning’s sopping cunt. His hands grip Chu Wanning’s thighs once more and hold them tight so the shape of his fingers imprints on his flesh. It hurts; it hurts so good and a thrill goes off in Chu Wanning, turning into liquid syrup because he’s going to be bruised. Mo Ran is bruising him with his touch, making sure he’s left behind marks. Chu Wanning shudders because tomorrow, he’ll look in the mirror and see them everywhere.
“Harder,” Chu Wanning chokes out against Mo Ran’s mouth and whimpers when he’s met with a rumbling growl. But Mo Ran doesn’t deny him—he never denies him as he grips Chu Wanning’s thighs even tighter and rocks into him harder too. The pressure has his vision going blurry again, has him sinking deeper into the fog as he’s taken higher and higher.
“You’re so fucking sweet, baobei,” Mo Ran moans after relinquishing Chu Wanning’s mouth. Chu Wanning is barely given a chance to breathe before Mo Ran is at his neck, nipping and biting at the slope of it. “So sweet and so fucking pretty. I wanna mess you up so bad, wanna fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” He sinks his teeth into Chu Wanning’s collarbone and pain fuses so beautifully with pleasure; he cries out. “Will you let me do that, baobei? Will you let me do whatever I want with you?”
“You’re so, ah, annoying,” Chu Wanning gasps, arching up to meet every one of Mo Ran’s thrusts. “J-just shut up and fuck me, already!”
That earns him a laugh with a warning bite at his jaw.
“Be good, sweetheart,” Mo Ran murmurs before he’s pulling away and suddenly, it’s too cold. Chu Wanning whines instantly, reaching out for Mo Ran’s warmth. He’s gentled by a warm hand on his cheek and Mo Ran’s face coming into view.
“It’s okay, love,” Mo Ran hushes, stroking his thumb over the apple of Chu Wanning’s cheek. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Chu Wanning knows that; logically, he’s aware Mo Ran isn’t leaving his side. But logical thoughts don’t exist right now—they aren’t able to exist at this moment because his mind has ventured too far from coherent thinking. All he knows is that Mo Ran is too far away and that he doesn’t like that. All he wants is for Mo Ran to be as close as possible, for there to be no space between them, so Chu Wanning can feel Mo Ran in his entirety. That’s all he wants, but Mo Ran isn’t giving it to him and it feels unbearable.
“Please, please, please,” Chu Wanning hears himself beg and gives an answering moan to the deep groan Mo Ran gives. It’s so hot; the sound of Mo Ran is like a drug to him, sinking him further with each dose that hits his ears and delves into his bloodstream. Chu Wanning wants to hear him again but can’t get the words out, though they don’t matter at this point.
Chu Wanning feels his legs being lifted and soon it becomes harder to breathe as he’s slowly folded in half. His knees are almost touching his shoulders and he’s spread wide; he’s embarrassingly exposed. His head goes dizzy with his revelation and he tries to say something because this is too much. He has never been so exposed before. But then Mo Ran’s looming over him, his dark eyes alive with a hunger that Chu Wanning only sees when Mo Ran is nearing his limit.
His cunt drips onto the already-soaked sheets.
“M-Mo Ran,” Chu Wanning manages, and he’s hot; his skin feels like it’s on fire. “This is…this is too—”
“This is different, right?” Mo Ran rasps, his eyes laser-focused on Chu Wanning. He leans down until his weight is against Chu Wanning’s thighs and it’s heavy pressure—Chu Wanning pants beneath it. "It's meant for breeding.” His cock—hard and bare and throbbing —draws a line up Chu Wanning’s slit before tapping at his clit. “And I know how we both feel about breeding…right?”
A sharp grin graces Mo Ran’s features as the head of his cock teases Chu Wanning’s hole. “I breed you every night—to fill you until you can barely hold all my cum. Then I plug your pretty cunt up so it all stays put, or else you get really fussy if it all goes to waste.” The head of his cock pushes at his hole, seemingly too big for a space so small. “You always hope that it takes so you can get all nice and round, so you can get pregnant for me. But it never takes, does it? So maybe, in this position, I can finally fuck you deep enough so it can take…right, baobei?”
Chu Wanning has never felt so on edge; he nods desperately against the pillow as his hips rise in their urgency for Mo Ran to fill him. He wants Mo Ran to cum deep in him, wants his cum to take so he can carry a part of Mo Ran inside of him. Chu Wanning always wanted this—they’ve both always wanted this; where Chu Wanning will eventually go off his birth control so he and Mo Ran can start a family of their own. It’s still a thought that’s for the future; they’re not ready to start just yet but…the fact that Mo Ran thinks about it constantly…that he wants this as much as Chu Wanning wants it.
With shaky hands, Chu Wanning grasps at Mo Ran’s shoulders to pull him in. Mo Ran goes easily, his expression soft beneath his blatant need and nuzzles his nose against Chu Wanning’s when their faces are close enough. It makes his heart tremble—makes it swell with overwhelming affection, but Chu Wanning focuses on what he wants to say before he loses the nerve. So he cups the back of Mo Ran’s head with one hand, and looks him right in the eye as he stutters:
“P-please f-fill me up un-until it takes. I…wanna have y-your children so b-badly, it’s-it’s all I’ve ever wanted so…f-fuck me until I’m dripping…until I’m dripping with y-your c-c-cum, until my…my s-sm-small hole can’t take any more.”
Everything goes silent and Mo Ran’s face becomes unreadable. It would have worried Chu Wanning a few years ago; it would have made him wonder what he had said wrong and if he had messed things up. But Chu Wanning knows his husband well enough to know that what he just said has broken him. It fills Chu Wanning with pride, knowing he’s the only one who can render Mo Ran like this. It makes him want to beam with joy and he almost does when his knees are now firmly pressed against his shoulders. His arms are placed above his head and kept there as Mo Ran’s arms come around his shoulders, his long fingers coming up to tangle with his hair.
Chu Wanning gasps with his breath tight in his chest as Mo Ran’s weight fully settles over him.
“Mo Ran?” Chu Wanning questions breathlessly and all he gets is a dangerous smile before Mo Ran thrusts into him and Chu Wanning goes blind.
He’s so deep; Mo Ran has never been this deep before and it’s like his cock is all the way up in his throat. Chu Wanning can’t even describe how it feels, he’s just…he’s just so—
“Deep,” Chu Wanning gasps and tries to curl in on himself when Mo Ran somehow pushes in deeper. He has nowhere to go—he’s trapped underneath the bearing pressure of Mo Ran’s weight and everything is too much. The stretch of his muscles and the thrum of heightened pleasure that courses all over him. Chu Wanning tries to comprehend it but his mind fails the moment Mo Ran shifts and the head of his cock knocks against his cervix. “ Oh my god .”
“Yeah.” Mo Ran also sounds like he’s struggling, his own body trembling over Chu Wanning’s. “Y-yeah, baobei.” He closes his eyes and takes in a shuddery breath, his nails lightly digging into Chu Wanning’s scalp. “Are you…are you okay, baby?” He asks and the warmth Chu Wanning feels doubles at how Mo Ran always has his comfort in mind.
“I’m…I’m okay,” Chu Wanning assures him, managing a shaky smile. “It’s just…it’s so—”
Mo Ran smiles back, just as shaky. “I know,” he replies before taking a deep breath. Chu Wanning takes one time, timing his exhale with Mo Ran’s own. “Okay, baobei. Tell me when you’re ready, alright?”
“I am ready,” Chu Wanning says, almost too quickly and goes flushed when Mo Ran grins. “Shut up! You said you were going to fuck me and—”
The first thrust comes, rendering Chu Wanning quiet as immense pleasure rips through his system. His eyes go wide as he chokes on a breath and he barely registers Mo Ran laughing before he smugly says, “You were saying?”
“Nngh,” Chu Wanning lets out before he’s being well and truly fucked into the mattress in what is now, probably, his favourite position.
Mo Ran is mean once he knows Chu Wanning is able to take it; he bends Chu Wanning further until his knees are by his ears and Chu Wanning falls silent after that. He can barely catch his breath like this because every inhale is fucked out of him. Every movement is submerged in such ecstasy that Chu Wanning is unable to catch him, continuously feeling more and more as Mo Ran fucks him like it’s his last opportunity.
It’s rough and merciless and Chu Wanning’s eyes roll back to the back of his head as he’s made to come again and again. He curls upwards into Mo Ran, fingers twitching uselessly above his head as he grabs at the sheets and nearly rips them apart. His cunt flutters and spasms around the battering of Mo Ran’s cock and squirts around it like a gushing waterfall. He cries and screams and gapes at the ceiling as Mo Ran spreads his thighs wider with his huge frame to fuck him even deeper.
He nearly kicks Mo Ran in the head with his third orgasm and goes light-headed by his fifth, his thighs trembling by his chest as he drools around Mo Ran’s mouth.
“One more, baobei,” Mo Ran pleads with a pitched groan, flooding Chu Wanning’s cunt finally for the first time and he feels so full and he loves it. Mo Ran always waits until he’s made Chu Wanning come, at least, twice or thrice—always so attentive and putting Chu Wanning’s needs before his own. It sounds so wet when he fucks into it, sloppy and messy, and Chu Wanning’s cunt spasms at the thought of it. “Just give me one more, baobei. I know you can, fuck, you can do it.”
Chu Wanning nods his head, delirious even though his body yells that he can’t come again. He’s tapped out of all he can give and he’s sure he’ll faint if he’s pushed to the edge one last time. But despite that, he wants to because he wants to show Mo Ran that he can do it. That he can do whatever Mo Ran wants and that’s the most important thing to Chu Wanning right now.
“Good boy,” Mo Ran murmurs as he spreads Chu Wanning’s legs even wider and pounds into him with all he has. Chu Wanning goes cross-eyed before his vision darkens and what fully pushes him over the edge again is Mo Ran’s mouth against his, a hand roughly pulling at his hair and—
Chu Wanning thrashes against Mo Ran as he screams against his lips, body then tensing up with how hard his orgasm hits. It’s weaker than the first but somehow still powerful enough to render him gone. His cunt gives out the little bit it can, squirting pitifully around Mo Ran’s ramming cock.
All his energy is gone and is nothing but a toy to be used as Mo Ran holds him close, racing towards his inevitable end. It’s at the sound of Mo Ran’s desperate whimpers, muffled into the curve of his neck, that Chu Wanning weakly brings his hands down so he can cradle Mo Ran’s face in his hands. Pulling his head away from his neck, Chu Wanning is able to see how beautifully ruined Mo Ran looks. He’s all flushed and sweaty, his eyes blown wide and lips kiss-swollen and parted for breath.
Chu Wanning wants to see him come, wants to see his handsome face devastated as he fills his pussy for the last time. So he smooths his thumbs over heated cheekbones and smiles meekly as he whispers:
“Come for me, Mo Ran.”
And he gets exactly what he wants.
Mo Ran’s eyes widen before they roll back and shut; his face scrunches up in pleasure and his hips stutter as he starts to come. He comes and comes and comes; he doesn’t stop and Chu Wanning chokes, toes curling by Mo Ran’s head as he shudders, feeling each pulse and every drop.
“Fuck.” Mo Ran rasps as he shakes and drops his head back into the crook of Chu Wanning’s neck.
Chu Wanning agrees, still shaking himself, as he stares up at the ceiling with his cunt full and sore and limbs tingling. His chest has grown tight due to how long he’s been in this position but he doesn’t mind it—rather, he enjoys the feel of it and how Mo Ran’s weight covers him like the world’s best blanket.
They stay like this for a few moments longer before Mo Ran presses soft kisses into Chu Wanning’s skin, and asks, “You okay, baobei?”
Chu Wanning is drained and on the verge of sleep but he feels amazing.
“Mmm.” He hums, nuzzling his nose against Mo Ran’s hair and smiles when he feels Mo Ran smile.
“Told you you’d like it.” Mo Ran says, quiet and triumphant, and Chu Wanning rolls his eyes with an amused huff.
He did and that isn’t a surprise.
No one knows him as well as Mo Ran does.