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Thank fucking God Wooyoung's day is over. As soon as he shuts his car door, Wooyoung smacks his head a couple of times against the top of the steering wheel. He's had to worry about all sorts of stupid shit today, from idiot underlings screwing up important orders to rival gangs stealing from the family. He's had to put that icy, unbothered demeanor on all day, and he's sick and tired of it. Wooyoung lets that mask drop as soon as he's alone, sighing to himself and sitting there for a few moments before turning on his car and pulling out of his parking spot.
On the way home, Wooyoung's mind wanders, as it usually does during the twenty-or-so minute drive. What he needs right now is San. Sometimes she's the only thing getting him through his day; the promise that she will be waiting for him at home with takeout, also having missed him, to kiss and hold him and let him talk about whatever. He's usually excited about it. Today Wooyoung just feels...tired. Heavy. He just wants to melt into her arms and never leave.
As soon as he parks in his garage, Wooyoung rushes to get out of his car and in the door, despite how sluggish he feels. He just wants his Mommy. That's all he can think about right now.
“Baby?” San’s buried into the couch, a blanket over her lap as she sets her book down on the end table worriedly. The door slamming shut is weird; Wooyoung is never one to slam doors unless he’s angry. Automatically, San finds herself worried about her husband, and when he doesn’t answer, she settles her blanket off to the side and stands to look for Wooyoung. “Sweetheart, what happened?”
"I'm here, baby." Wooyoung appears in the living room, looking visibly exhausted. He makes his way over to San, walking straight into her and melting in her arms when she instinctively reaches out to hold him. "Just had a shitty, long, tiring day." Wooyoung buries his face in San's soft chest, unable to resist rubbing his cheek against her breasts. "C'n we sit?" He mumbles, leaning a little bit toward the couch San was resting on.
“Anything you need, my baby.” She practically carries him to the couch, settling in the same position, just with a husband on top of her. She covers their lower halves in her blanket and throws both of their phones (she has to dig into Wooyoung’s side pocket for his) onto the coffee table that sits too far away for them to reach easily.
Wooyoung lays upon her chest still, sensory seeking by rubbing his face against the soft shirt she's wearing. He already feels much better here, in the arms of his lovely wife, his safe place. Here, Wooyoung doesn't have to think too hard. He uses the brain power he has left to turn his head toward her and ask for her consent to slip.
"Don't wanna think, Mommy," he states, sounding incredibly soft and small.
“Do you want to suck, Sweet Boy?” She runs a hand through Wooyoung’s hair, not forcing him to look at her at all and simply using her other hand to rub carefully at her husband’s back under his shirt.
“Yes please, Mommy,” Wooyoung whines. He nuzzles at her shirt, and fumbles to pull it up so he has access to her tits.
Fuck, his wife has such beautiful tits. Even before starting estrogen, they were already pretty prominent with how sculpted her chest was, but now that San’s gotten softer, her breast tissue almost doubled, and Wooyoung is so obsessed with it. He’d been gay his entire life, never had sex with a woman until San came out, but God, he understands the appeal of boobs now. When he needs to get out of his mind, to just focus on sucking something and pleasing his wife, this is his favorite thing to do.
“That’s a good boy. Mommy’s tits are just for you, Sweetheart.” San presses a careful kiss to Wooyoung’s forehead and holds him closer to her chest. She loves comforting him this way, with her body since it’s simple.
Wooyoung melts , a soft whimper escaping him and his cunt throbbing with arousal. He wraps his pink, plump lips around one of her puffy nipples, sighs contentedly, and starts sucking. San’s honey-dipped words ooze onto him, turning his thoughts sugary sweet. His mommy is so perfect. She provides for him, calms him, encourages him, and he gets to suckle on her perfect tits, returning to a fetal position. Disjointed words float through his mind—Safe. Warm. Home. Love. Sanie.
San holds her gasp in as he starts sucking on her nipple, and she rests her cheek on top of his head. The hand carding through his hair scratches behind his ear; she uses the hand on his back to slip very carefully under the top band of his boxers. She doesn’t do anything but settle her hand there, only really doing it to claim him in her mind. Wooyoung is so happy like this, so calm, and San wishes she could keep him like this forever.
The younger man’s hole keeps clenching on nothing, noticing how his Mommy tries to keep her sounds in. He doesn’t like that. He wants Mommy to show how good he makes her feel. So Wooyoung grabs her other breast in his hand, brushing his thumb back and forth over the stiffening bud there. He sucks harder, letting drool drip from his mouth, and tries his damn best to get Mommy to make those pretty noises.
“ Oh .” San sucks her stomach in, her body tensing as she grips Wooyoung’s head closer to her chest. Her mouth slips open a bit, and her eyes flutter closed as she actively forces her head to stay where it is. The feeling of Wooyoung’s hair tickling her cheek is safe and letting that go while in this state…it’s been so long, but she still has her irrational fears when it comes to comfort and feeling safe during anything that toes the line of sexual. She makes sure to massage his scalp as she begins speaking again just to remind him that she’s really here. “You’re so sweet to me, Sweetheart, but you don’t have to do more than suck if you just want to relax. Mommy is okay with that.”
“Mama, I love you,” Wooyoung whines, lips barely leaving her nipple. “Love you.” Nothing else is real to him right now but his Mommy and her pillowy tits. Her voice is beautiful and dreamlike in his ears; sentences float around his head again, repeating themselves on a loop. She said she’s okay with it. She’s so safe. Mommy is so good. Love Mommy more than anything.
“Mommy’s sweet boy,” she coos, twisting her head slightly to kiss his head before going back to resting her cheek there. “Mommy loves you, too, Sweet Thing. Love you more than anything else in the world.”
San finds she adores this version of Wooyoung more than she does many other versions. It’s not to say that her love for him decreases in any way, shape, or form; she just thinks calm, relaxed Wooyoung is her favourite, especially when he’s comfortable, too. When he can relax on top of her and think of nothing else, San truly believes she has done her duties as wife correctly. They’ve never been a couple who takes great pleasure in gendered relationship roles, but her usual submission in the bedroom and continued emotional and physical support of her husband when he comes home from work…San thinks she checks all of the boxes she needs to to be classified as a good wife.
Wooyoung’s heart flutters wildly in his chest when his wife tells him she loves him, as if they haven’t been married for years. Wooyoung is so goddamn lucky. He keeps sucking, eventually navigating his mouth to her other nipple, kneading at the supple fat on her chest. Wooyoung makes soft little noises as he sucks, his moans sometimes vibrating on her nipples a little. Both of San’s breasts are being stimulated by him now, and he’s happy with it even if San said he can just lay back and relax. He likes it better when his Mommy feels good too.
In subtle retaliation, the older woman slides her hand further into his boxers, one of her fingers brushing his rim dry. She puts a very minuscule amount of pressure on the finger, just enough to have Wooyoung squirming in her lap. Content sighs leave her every so often, her stomach periodically sucked in as she takes large gulps of air into her lungs. His insistence to pleasure her almost rubs her wrong, worried that he may be feeling upset or down because he thinks he isn’t doing enough to make her happy. Each time he whines around one of her nipples though, she takes the reservation back and accepts that he really does want to be doing this.
“Oh, fuck, Mommy,” Wooyoung sobs when she touches his hole with a cute, soft hand. “Mommy, I’m leaking, I’m so wet.” He can feel his precum dampening his boxers, can feel how soaked they are just from sucking her tits. Wooyoung wants San inside so fucking bad, and he makes sure she knows it with the way he moans and gasps and the way his voice trembles when he speaks. “Mama, Mommy, please give me it,” Wooyoung whines.
“Yeah? Baby’s all desperate for me, huh?” San is teasing, but there’s a smile on her face as she lifts her head to look him in the eyes. The hand petting Wooyoung’s hair keeps doing the same thing. The hand in his boxers, on the other hand, touches his rim maybe twice more before pulling out of his boxers completely. The woman lets an accomplished giggle pass through her lips then quickly trails her fingertips along the younger’s spine. “You think you can take Mama completely this time, Sweetheart?”
Wooyoung nods absolutely frantically at San’s question while still latched onto her nipple, in maybe the most intense rush of need he’s ever felt. All he can think about is Mommy inside of him. His dick is so hard that it’s starting to peek through his pussy lips, and he’s so swollen and dripping wet that he needs her to fill it up. He spreads his legs for her, after kicking his pants off as quickly as possible.
“Please fill my pussy, Mama,” the younger slurs out. “Please, please.”
“Aww,” she runs a hand through his folds callously, purposely offering him nothing but a quick and rough swipe to his most sensitive areas. “Mama’s baby has such a wet pussy. Are you that greedy for Mama’s cock, Baby? Leaking all over me with that little cock of yours?”
“Yes, Mama, yes,” Wooyoung sobs. More precum flows out of his hole, his walls clenching at the thought of his Mommy’s cock inside. “Yes. Yes, I need Mommy inside so bad, please,” he begs. Wooyoung doesn’t know if he’s ever begged this hard before for something; that’s just the effect San has on him. His hips keep jerking up erratically as he chases a sensation she’s only teasing. “I need my Mama.”
“Mama’s boy. Takes Mommy’s big cock so well, don’t you?” She pets his hip for a moment then carefully fishes her cock out of her silk shorts and lines herself up with the younger’s dripping hole. He is so visibly wet that San’s mouth is watering. Each time he bucks his hips towards her, she has to hold herself back from slamming into him with no remorse and fucking the daylights out of him. Right now, she needs to slowly push inside of her husband; once she does, she groans at how good he feels around her cock.
He’s warm and wet, and San thinks that next to eating Wooyoung out and getting fucked by Wooyoung, fucking a sweet baby boy like this on their couch is one of her greatest pleasures in life. Wooyoung keens when San slides inside him with no resistance at all, gushing wet with how aroused he’s been this entire time, the dark, damp curls of his pubic hair sticking together and brushing against the base of San’s cock.
“Love my Mama’s cock,” he moans, letting his head fall back. “Love it so much. I can take it, wanna take it.” Wooyoung spreads his legs as wide as they’ll go, wanting every single thing San’s willing to give him. “Pussy belongs to Mommy.”
“All of you belongs to Mommy, Baby,” San corrects. Her hands are locked around Wooyoung’s waist, practically yanking him up and down her cock as she fucking into him. God, he’s so fucking wet , and San is going to go insane. She can feel her breasts bouncing against her chest, but she pays it no mind to focus on hitting all the right angles inside of her husband. She may be older, and a lot less flexible than she used to be, but she was an officer for so many years and kept so many of those habits that she’s still in great enough shape to fuck her handsome husband to tears.
The sight of his pubic hair matting against his skin makes the visual even more potent. San quickly moves one of Wooyoung’s legs over the back of the couch, excitedly mumbling to herself about spreading Wooyoung out for her to take. The wetness works very well in their favour, and it’s even better when people realize that the slight burn of the stretch is exactly what Wooyoung needs to get out of his head.
Wooyoung is at a loss for words, the only thing coming out of his mouth at the moment being a repeated cry of “Mama, Mama, Mama.” He blubbers it over and over again while San fucks him, gasping with his mouth wide open at how good she feels. Fuck, it feels so fucking good to be split open on his wife’s cock like this, with her in control because she’s Mommy, and she knows what’s best for her baby boy. What’s best for him is her fat cock spearing him open and hitting his g-spot perfectly, making his eyes roll and his throat hoarse from the constant noise he’s making. What’s best is the slapping of skin on skin, not too loud yet, but that plus the squelching of Wooyoung’s wet pussy make the sounds ringing throughout their living room all the more lewd.
He’s going to come, already, and he tries to verbalize it, but all that comes out of those pretty lips are grunts and whines and moans and begging for Mommy, over and over until his pleasure crests. Wooyoung’s red-tinted face scrunches up and he squirts, more and farther than he has in probably a long time, all over San and himself, dry sobbing the entire time until he's done coming.
San coos at him throughout the entirety of his orgasm, her own moans slipping out here and there in response to the younger man’s pussy clenching sporadically around her during his orgasm. She says nothing about how little it took to make him orgasm and simply slows to a stop at the end to give Wooyoung time to breathe. He’s gorgeous like this, exhausted and teary eyed as he begs for his Mommy while speared on her cock. She’s wet, very wet, but she ignores it to instead plant kisses all over Wooyoung face and head. Kissing his lips once or twice, San cautiously pulls out of his hole, her thumbs rubbing circles into lower stomach for comfort.
“You did so good for Mommy, Sweetheart. Got me all wet, yeah? You’re such a good boy, Honey. Mama’s proud of you.” Wooyoung closes his eyes and sighs blissfully at San's praise. San telling him she's proud of him makes him throb again; it's one of his favorite things to hear. If he had the ability to purr, he would be—except he doesn't want her to stop.
"Mommy, I want you to come inside me," he pleads, his voice soft and quiet. "Can you? Please? Is it okay, Mommy?"
“Are you sure, Honey? Mama doesn’t want to overwhelm you.” Her voice is soft enough to be considered a whisper but loud enough that Wooyoung can hear her just fine. Wide eyes analyze Wooyoung’s face, worry clear in them. She knows her husband, especially in situations like this, but she still worries that she’ll do something wrong. She leaves her hands where they are on his waist though she briefly moves one to take Wooyoung’s leg down from the back of the couch before returning it to his waist.
"Please, I really need it," Wooyoung answers, suddenly starting to tear up, although he's not exactly sure why. The thought of her stopping this right now feels like—somehow like he's going to fall, without knowing if she'll catch him or not. Wooyoung reaches out for her, blinking away tears from his wide eyes, and touches her chest again, just gently cupping her breasts with his hands. "I need you close, please. I need you, Mama."
“Oh, Honey .” San’s face falls, and she immediately moves to push her cock back inside of him. He’s panicking, that much she can tell. Leaning far enough over, she can hold his head to her chest as she moves his hips, silently encouraging him to calm himself by sucking on her nipples. “Mommy’s got you, Baby. You’re okay; you’re safe.”
The effect on Wooyoung is instantaneous; his entire body relaxes and his eyes fall shut as he starts sucking on one of her tits again. He lets out a content sigh when San slips inside him again, feeling wonderfully full and warm and happy . Wooyoung sucks on her nipples like he's drinking from them, and it keeps him grounded while also calm and secure. He switches between them, each time fondling her other breast with his hand—they're so soft, and her skin is so warm, and she's so pretty—
"You're beautiful, Mommy," Wooyoung whispers, looking up at her reverently.
Brushing her hand through his hair, San just smiles and shakes her head. Her boy is so sweet to her, and she knows the younger is content in this position, his brain to mouth filter barely there anymore. It’s cute, to San, how brainless and sweet she can make her husband. The comfort she offers him is something neither of them would trade for the world. The large hands on her body slow her mind down enough for her to really focus on Wooyoung, and the lips around her nipples have her breath hitching and her stomach tensing at the feeling.
“You’re so good to me, Baby; Mama’s so proud of you, you know that?” Her hand stays tangled in Wooyoung’s hair the entire time. “You’re so strong and kind, and you love me no matter what. My only baby, hm? Mama’s Boy.” Wooyoung can’t think of a time he’s thought nice things about himself outside of his appearance or his job. So when San tells him he’s good, tells him he’s strong and kind and loving and special, it touches something raw deep inside him—because he trusts her. If Mommy says he’s good, then he is good. To finally hear that from someone feels like he’s achieved nirvana.
Wooyoung wants to make San proud, so badly. Even when he’s the one in control, pinning her to the mattress and making her scream his name, Wooyoung wants her approval desperately. He wants to be a dom that’s worthy of this goddess, that she’s proud to have. He shows it in his aftercare, in the things he does for her every day—of course his main goal is to make her feel happy and cared for, but Wooyoung is always chasing that praise, that dizzying feeling of being truly loved.
“I love you,” Wooyoung sobs. It’s a miracle he still has words so deep in his subspace. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He says it on each thrust until he can’t anymore, too lost in bliss to form the syllables.
“I love you, Young-ah,” she murmurs. Leaning down, San connects her lips to Wooyoung’s and kisses him until he’s openly whining and moaning against her mouth. Her free hand has slipped between their bodies, calloused fingertips catching Wooyoung’s cock between them. She strokes it in tiny movements, the pressure harsher than Wooyoung anticipated from her right now. “Taking my cock like a champ, Honey.”
The extra stimulation has Wooyoung whimpering again, hips jerking up and muscles tensing. San is so good at this; she knows every button to press to make him feel the best. Wooyoung purposely clamps his walls down on her cock and arches into her touch, desperately wanting to make her come too. The only thing he wants right now is to see Mommy's eyes rolling back and her hips thrusting erratically into him, hear her pretty, soft moans and praises, and feel her cum spilling into him. She chokes out a cut-off gasp, her head falling against her chest. Her hips stutter, and her grip on the younger man tightens.
“ F-Fuck. Love your pussy so much, Sweetheart. You think…You think you can squirt around my cock again, Baby Boy?” Wooyoung squeals happily at her response, giggling a little as well. He's going to do his goddamn best, and doesn't doubt his ability too much with how good she's fucking him.
"I will, I will," Wooyoung nods frantically while meeting her gaze. He keeps squeezing around her cock, and looks down to watch the scene. Wooyoung moans, loving the sight of her big, pretty cock disappearing into his pussy, making such a mess and such wet noises along with her own soft, high-pitched moans. All of the sensory input at once gets to be too much for Wooyoung, and he comes once again, cunt clamping down hard and squirting more fluid between their bodies.
“Fucking—God, Baby…” Pushing her cock as far into him as she can, she pins the head of her cock against his g-spot and holds him there. His orgasm makes him clench so tight around her that she feels like she can’t breathe. Her cock is so sensitive right now, more sensitive than usual because she’s spent a week or two without really touching or using her cock. They’ve been busy, and San hasn’t been doing very well with her dysphoria lately, but when she’s doing this, taking care of her husband like he deserves, she’s more confident in her body than she ever is normally. She likes it like that. Wooyoung wails at the way she's holding him down, right against his sweet spot, and arches his back up as far as it'll go.
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!" He sobs, so overstimulated but so blissful. "Oh, God, you make me feel so good." The pitch of his voice scales from high to low, groaning deeply on the word 'good', and he rhythmically squeezes the walls of his cunt, trying to milk her cock. At the same time, Wooyoung grabs at her hips and tries to pull her even closer so she can grind even deeper inside him.
He's happy that San seems okay with using her cock today; he wasn't expecting it when he started sucking her tits, so it was a nice surprise. Sometimes she doesn't like to think about it or feel it, and that's okay with Wooyoung—he has those days too, and he loves eating and fucking her pussy. So it's days like these that he's just happy she feels comfortable enough to give that part of herself to Wooyoung.
"I love your voice so much, Baby," San whispers into his ear, trailing kisses along his neck and jawline. His large hands holding her waist prompts her to sigh as she tries to stop herself from hurting Wooyoung. She needs to come, but if she keeps fucking him, he'll be hurting tomorrow and be so overwhelmed that she worries he'll start actually crying. Almost as if compromising with herself, she guides one of those pretty hands up to her breast and settles it just over her nipple. If Wooyoung just plays with her chest right, she'll come. He knows how to do it; he's done it for years. She's not worried about that. She's worried about over-exhausting him.
Wooyoung looks at his wife’s chest, her smaller hand covering his on her breast, and gets the picture. Grabbing both of them in his hands, he starts massaging them, and gets excited enough to sit up and bury his face between them. Wooyoung is so obsessed with her tits. They’re so, so soft and pillowy and perky, and his mouth starts watering more often than not when he sees them exposed. He uses a couple fingers to tweak both of her nipples, and scrapes his fingernails across the buds of them, alternating flicking his tongue and sucking on each.
Wooyoung's enthusiasm almost has her falling apart on its own. Her head stays bowed as she holds up her torso with one hand on the arm of the couch, her biceps bulging with muscle. Sure, she doesn't have as much defined muscle as she used to, but it is still glaringly obvious in situations like this that she is a very strong woman. Moans start to slip out of her mouth fluidly the more roughly Wooyoung treats her tits, and her hips stutter here and there because she can't stop herself from moving completely. She can feel her husband's wetness drying on her legs and her pelvic bone as she focuses, allowing him to make her come.
He shows her breasts so much love that San almost wishes she could make them even bigger for him. They're already a decent size since her chest was big for a man before she started estrogen, but they got big enough to where she was happy with them. With how much Wooyoung loves them though, she has genuinely considered getting bigger tits because she knows how happy he would be. She kind of wants him to fuck them later after she's filled him properly, and he's feeling better from his shitty day.
What snaps her out of her thoughts is Wooyoung's teeth scraping over her nipple before actually biting down. The pain from that alone has her mouth dropping open and her cock twitching inside of her husband. She cringes at the feeling of her cum coating her own cock inside of his pussy, but she lets it be to finish riding out her orgasm while whimpering all of Wooyoung's pet names. As soon as she finds herself spent, she drops her head into the crook of Wooyoung's neck and barely succeeds in keeping her torso upright above her husband.
Once San has finally come, Wooyoung pulls her down on top of him, legs wrapped around her waist and both of them panting from exertion. He can feel their sweat and his cum sticking them together, but he doesn’t care. Wooyoung lays there for a few blissful moments while he comes down, and pets his wife’s silky soft hair while peppering kisses on her shoulder.
“Mommy’s so perfect,” Wooyoung finally speaks, his voice rough. He runs his hands all the way from her ass to her shoulder blades, unable to stop touching all over her. Hey, it’s not his fault his wife is so soft and warm and beautiful. Wooyoung’s pussy is still throbbing from his orgasms, tight and hot, and he hopes he’s not overwhelming San. “Mama’s okay?” Wooyoung softly asks, kissing every inch of her skin he can reach.
“Should be asking you that,” she finally mumbles. A sigh escapes her before she lifts her head and begins fretting over the younger man, her hands shaking slightly as she brushes his hair off of his face and tucks it behind his ears. Her lips are pursed with squinted eyes as she analyzes his expression and noises. She shutters a few times, barely noticing it herself, small fingers pressing into his skin. “Are you okay, Honey? I feel like I was too harsh with you.”
“I feel really good, Mommy.” Wooyoung keeps rubbing up and down her back, basking in her warmth and attention with his eyes closed and a happy hum. He means it—after being tense and angry and on edge all day, laying here under his Mommy is the perfect fix. Wooyoung gives her a dopey smile, tipsy on her love and affection and his cheeks blooming with warmth from it. San smiles back and places a soft kiss on his forehead. Wooyoung is adorable like this, soft and relaxed under her. It means she’s done her job as his Mommy right.
“Mommy’s Sweet Boy…Let’s go take a bath, Honey. You’re messy.”
“Just messy ‘cause Mommy made me feel good.” Wooyoung’s bottom lip juts out in a pout, but he’s clearly not actually upset. A bath sounds wonderful right now. Hopefully he can get in and rest his head against her chest, breathe in the scent of the bath salts they use, and feel San’s hands scratching his scalp while she washes his hair. Wooyoung loves bath time, and he clings to San’s arm the whole way to their bathroom.
Once they reach the bathroom, San strips him of his shirt and herself of her now ruined silk shorts and sleep shirt. Her clothes end up in the trash can near the toilet while Wooyoung’s shirt lands in the laundry basket. While Wooyoung stands near the sink half awake, San starts the bath, her fingers already flitting across the bottles near the bath as she decides what to put in the water. The water fills quickly, and as soon as it does, she ushers her husband into the tub. She kneels beside the tub, reaching for the shampoo to start washing the younger man’s hair.
“You gonna come in?” Wooyoung asks, looking confused as to why San isn’t getting into the bathtub with him, but he tilts his head toward her anyway. Call him clingy, but he just wants to keep touching her body.
“It’s easier to clean you from here, Sweetheart; Mommy will come in as soon as she’s done washing you, okay? I promise.” San makes quick work of doing her entire cleaning routine on Wooyoung, trying to avoid a meltdown if she can help it. She praises him the entire time, her hands quick but kind to his body, avoiding his pussy completely in order to clean him out once she’s in the bath with him.
“Okayyyyy,” Wooyoung pouts, but he keeps quiet after that and lets his Mommy work, closing his eyes and dozing off at one point while she washes his back. His eyes flutter open again, though, and he tilts his head back to look at her, in awe of every little detail about his wife. San’s fingers trail over his jaw after she’s done washing him, her eyes focused on his body as she looks for any bruises or marks she may have left on his bronze skin. At some point, she slides into the water behind him, her chubby hands moving to grip his upper thighs and pull his legs apart. He allows her to do it with no resistance, and when her fingers slip inside of him with the intent to clean him out, he whimpers. San kisses him on the forehead to try to calm him down, her other hand rubbing small circles on his tummy.
"M–Mommy, you're gonna..." Wooyoung's voice trembles, and he spreads his legs wider automatically for her hand. He knows she's just trying to clean the cum out of him, but she's still fingering him! "Mommy, you're gonna make me hard again." He closes his eyes and whimpers, and his head falls back onto her shoulder, melting into the sensation.
“I’m not going to get you off if you get hard again, Sweetheart. Mommy is trying to clean you up right now.” San purposely avoids doing anything with her fingers that would help Wooyoung orgasm again, and when she pushes a second finger into his hole, she drags them along his walls quickly enough to clean him out without offering her husband any pleasure. She’s a pro at cleaning Wooyoung up fast because of how many times she has done it over the years. It’s funny how whiny her husband gets over things like this, especially because he rarely complains to her like this when he’s not subbing for her. Wooyoung whines again, a little quieter this time, and feels his pussy throb around San's fingers at her gentle scolding.
"S–Sorry," he apologizes, turning his head away bashfully. "I just...you're just..." Dammit, it's hard to get the words out right now. "When you touch me, it feels good..."
“Baby…” she scolds, her voice smooth and kind even if it has that small edge of authority in it. Both of the fingers inside of him curl upwards, tugging gently in a motion that can be taken as her working to be sure he doesn’t have any her cum left inside of him. San’s other hand purposely reaches over to grasp his dick between her pointer finger and her thumb, the roughness of her fingertips overwhelming as she jerks him off as slowly as she can. “Mommy isn’t here to play with your pussy or touch your dick. You get hard so easily, Honey; are you trying to get me to keep you at home with my cock in you all day?” Wooyoung wiggles his legs back and forth, feeling his cock fill out and heat rising in his stomach.
"Mommyyyyy," he whines, his voice strained. "You're being mean!"
But fuck, if he doesn't love when she does this, having him sit in her lap with his back to her chest and playing with him. It makes him feel vulnerable and helpless in the best possible way. Wooyoung can't tear his eyes away from the sight of San's fingers working him up, seeing his cock swell up and slick starting to gather inside his entrance. It's not his fault his Mommy's touch is so addictive!
“And you’re being a needy Baby. You already came twice. Why do you need to come again?” Accompanying her words, she does the come hither motion with her fingers a number of times before pushing a third finger in beside the other two. Her palm grinds into his cock after she lets go of it with her other hand, the harsh way she’s finger fucking him causing her hand to pretty much slap his cock.
"Mm–Mom–my!" Wooyoung mewls , squirming around in her lap and causing the water around them to splash against the sides of the tub. He tries clamping his legs together but it does no good, pushing San's fingers in further. He's whining and complaining on the outside, but he feels drunk again on the contrast between her scolding and her actions. Wooyoung can basically feel his heartbeat in his pussy, that's how turned on he is.
"Mmm, mm, mmmh, mmmmh!" Wooyoung moans and wriggles around in her grip, turning to try and bury his face in San's neck. Fuck, he loves when she treats him like this, when San's rough with fingering him, acting like she doesn't care that the walls of his cunt are burning from being stretched wide again. He never, ever thought he'd be moaning and mewling in the lap of an older woman, calling her Mommy and letting her slap his dick around, but it's so, so good.
San slaps his inner thigh with her free hand then grips it to keep him from closing his legs. Her thrusts only grow harsher the more he thrashes, and each time he attempts to close his legs, she lands another hard slap to his sensitive upper thighs. At one point, she even traps him against her chest with her forearm, the muscle in her bicep bulging with how much muscle she’s putting in to keep him still and facing forward.
“Keep your legs open; if you’re going to be greedy and whine for another orgasm, then you take what Mommy gives you without throwing a fit.” Eventually Wooyoung gives in and slumps against San, dry sobbing from how fucking wet and swollen he is and how desperate she's making him.
"I–I–I'mm-mm...Momm...Mommy...please..." his voice gets small and he starts curling in on himself. "S–Sorry, Mommy...I'll...I'll take it." He bites his lip, hard, and does his goddamn best to obey her, forcing his legs open and whimpering every time she shoves her fingers inside him.
“Good Boy,” she murmurs into his ear, the words kind even if her hand never ceases its pace in fucking him. The arm holding him to her chest slips away the second he relaxes into her only to return to his chest. The pads of her fingertips are nowhere near soft when they find a nipple and clamp down on it. She almost laughs at how high Wooyoung’s body attempts to jolt into the air, and once he’s semi-settled again, she purposely twists his nipple at the same time that her teeth sink into his shoulder.
Wooyoung tenses up and yelps at the attention to his nipples. He’s always despised his breasts, but when his Mommy touches them, he trusts that she won’t see him as a woman. Wooyoung may not like them, but San does, and he likes that she likes them, and that’s okay with him. He feels the heat building up in his lower half again, rushing to his dick, and before Wooyoung can do anything to control himself he’s twisting around again and his hips are twitching forward, chasing Mommy’s fingers.
“C–Coming, Mama!” Wooyoung gasps, and he feels his cunt rhythmically pulsing around her fingers while his legs quiver uncontrollably. He doesn’t have any more ejaculate left in him, but his orgasm isn’t any less intense than before.
“So good when you just let Mama play, Honey.” San slowly removes her fingers from inside of him, kisses tracing the length of her neck and his shoulder. She focuses a lot of her kisses and her small kitten licks around the area she bit, her thoughts having run wild enough for her to unintentionally hurt him. Sure, Wooyoung came from it, but she was still far too harsh. She pets the skin of his thighs in a silent apology as she allows him his quiet comedown. Once he’s limp and has stopped shaking, San brushes his hair out of his eyes and layers kisses on any skin she can reach. She murmurs praises over and over again, assuring her husband that he was so, so good for her and that he’s so pretty when he lets her make him come like that. In between her praises, she whispers soft apologies in a way that doesn’t make them seem quite like apologies to Wooyoung’s fuzzy headspace.
“I love you, Wooyoung-ah. I hope you know that. Mommy loves you with everything she’s got, Babydoll. You’re it for me.”
“Love you, Mommy…” Wooyoung looks up at San with half-closed, glassy eyes, certain that he’s looking at an angel right now. He feels so happy. Wooyoung’s never had a Mommy before San—it feels different than when she would be Daddy sometimes, but just as lovely. Wooyoung thinks he prefers this, actually: this soft, feminine, doting figure who can discipline him when she needs to, but lets him come running into her arms when he’s hurt, and bury his face in her soft, pillowy chest for comfort. Wooyoung lets out miniscule little whimpers as San cares for him, still a little sensitive. It feels good, though; the simple, loving touches and kisses she gives him making his heart soar. Wooyoung twists his body to the side a bit, looking to throw his arms around her neck and nuzzle his face against it.
“Mama,” he whispers, so softly that San almost doesn’t register it.
“You’re okay, Baby. What do you need from Mama right now?” San’s hands carefully run along the length of Wooyoung’s back as he latches his arms around her neck, and she lifts him out of the tub with her hands anchored under his thighs. Wooyoung is sweet and soft and everything she adores like this, their dripping wet bodies making the rug all wet as San reaches for their extra fluffy bath towel in order to dry her baby off. She doesn’t allow him to stand or get up as she dries both of them off, awkwardly toweling his hair mostly dry with one hand while keeping him upright with one arm and the strength of her hip. Wrangling him into an oversized shirt she had left in the bathroom, she kisses his forehead and smooths the clothing out over his torso.
“I…I dunno,” Wooyoung admits, looking down at his hands in his lap. “Mommy did a lot.“ All of a sudden, a loud growl punctuates the air, both of them looking down at Wooyoung’s stomach, and he bites his lip in embarrassment. “Haven’t eaten a lot,” Wooyoung admits, too ashamed to look her in the eye. He knows she wants him to eat good, but he was so stressed today, and he just wanted to get home so bad that he forgot to eat lunch. “Food…?”
“Want Mommy to make you…Soup? I can do Mac ‘n’ cheese or pizza or cake…” She tickles his stomach with her other hand and grins at him, purposely making him laugh. Planting a wet kiss on his lips and on his cheek, she pokes his tummy and tilts his chin up to quickly and quietly tell him, “Mommy really likes your tummy, Honey.”
“Mac ‘n cheese!” he chirps, his tummy growling again at the idea of food. Wooyoung stares up at San reverently, with hearts in his eyes, sickeningly in love. “Why?” he asks, genuinely wondering. “Why d’you like my tummy, Mommy?”
“That—is for me to know, and you to find out,” San teases, her expression loving and fond as she watches Wooyoung light up at the mention of his food. “Mommy loves everything about you, Young-ah. Your tummy is squishy and biteable, and I’m going to nom on it.” Practically skipping to the kitchen with him in her arms, she settles him down on the counter top and flits around the room to find what she needs for the pasta.
"Mama, can I lay down? I'm tired." Wooyoung feels a little guilty for asking for something that conflicts with what his Mommy wanted to do with him. At least the couch is just past the kitchen counter in the connected room, so he could still watch her. "Sorry." San frowns at him, moving over to the counter so that she can hold his face in her hands. Her fingers brush over his skin carefully as she tries to ignore the fact that she’s literally naked against the counter right now.
“Look at me, Sweetheart.” He looks at her carefully, his face still full of guilt. “Mommy’s not gonna be mad that you want to nap, Honey. I can make you food after you wake up, hm? It’s not the end of the world, I promise.” Wooyoung leans forward to hug San, squeezing around her upper back strongly and shoving his face in her shoulder. He feels stupid for being so dependent on her. Wooyoung is still getting used to not always having control in their relationship, and it's been a process for him to stop feeling guilty for needing to rely on her sometimes.
San is so endlessly sweet and kind to him, but he still struggles with shaking the feeling that he's asking too much of her. He talked about it with his therapist before, and it helped him realize that it's probably because he never had a parental figure to rely on. Wooyoung loved his mom, but she was always too out of it to really parent him. He always had to rely on himself, so doing otherwise feels selfish. All he can find the strength to do right now is to keep clinging onto Mommy, afraid to let her go.
Arms wrapping around the younger man’s waist, San holds Wooyoung to her chest, her lips right next to his ear as she whispers to him about how much she loves him and appreciates him. She lifts him up again, carefully situating his legs around her waist, and moves to turn the stove off before leaving the kitchen. They can eat later. She needs a nap anyway, and Wooyoung clearly does not have the energy to eat right now. San went hard on him today, even if that wasn’t her original intention. Their bed is made in clean sheets since San changed them this morning, and when she crawls under the comforter after tucking Wooyoung in beside her, she has to stop herself from being overbearing.
He stays attached to her torso, and she does nothing to remove herself from his hold. He needs her right now. Sure, Wooyoung always needs her in some way, shape, or form, but for him to need her like this…She wouldn’t leave him if the world were on fire around them. She pets his hair to relax him as she waits for him to fall asleep. He deserves so much love; San wishes she could have offered this to him earlier, especially when they first started dating. He so clearly needed someone that was willing to take care of him like he took care of everyone else, but finding someone to do that who he could actually trust was impossible. San is glad to have been given that trust and the title of Mommy because it is proof that Wooyoung trusts her just as much as she trusts him.
Every time Wooyoung has his doubts and his worries, San is there to pick him up and soothe him. He doesn't know why he keeps forgetting that. San is probably the kindest person he's ever met, and if there's one singular person in the world that's totally safe, he thinks it's her. So he relaxes once he's in her arms again and listens to her kind words and lets himself feel the love that she's giving him. It's going to take a while, but every time it happens, he trusts her a little bit more.
As Wooyoung lays on San's chest, their usual roles reversed, he mumbles "I love you" before easily drifting off to sleep, safe in the arms of his loving, devoted wife.