QT: Don't fall in love with the Male Lead - Chapter 135: Don't get even [+18]

tw: explicit sex scenes

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In a flash, another three months pass, and Xi Zirui is now six months along.

His belly is huge, and he has trouble wrapping his arms around it. The pregnancy had been mostly easy on him, but ever since the sixth month, he has been feeling shooting pains in his spine and hips, and he can rarely find a comfortable position to sleep in.

As a consequence, his good mood is mostly gone, and his temper flares up easily.

It’s hard to be in a good mood when even walking is uncomfortable.

If he was annoying before, now he’s downright unbearable.

Han Yu, bless his heart, finds it in himself to be patient with him.

Xi Zirui is currently stretched out on the sofa, while Han Yu kneels on the floor rubbing his feet.

“Does it feel better?” Han Yu asks, looking up at Xi Zirui who is reclining on his back with his hands folded above his round abdomen.

“Of course not, my ankles are the size of a coke can,” Xi Zirui snaps.

“A what?” Han Yu asks, his beautiful jade horns glinting in the room’s low candlelight when he tilts his head to the side.

“Nevermind, keep rubbing,” Xi Zirui says, sighing in displeasure.

He’s completely aware that he’s acting like a spoiled brat, but he’s unable to stop himself. It’s finally dawning on him that his body is going through a massive change, one which he doesn’t have full control over, and is only along for the ride.

It doesn’t feel great when one of the babies insists in kneeing his kidneys and the other in kicking his bladder.

“This is all your fault,” Xi Zirui whines. “You did this to me.”

Han Yu nods dutifully, his warm hands working over Xi Zirui’s bare feet and ankles. “I did, it was all my doing.”

Xi Zirui glares at him. “Don’t be so pleased about it, it’s not a compliment.” Han Yu nods again, staying silent now.

Han Yu’s poor attempts to disguise his pleasure at seeing Xi Zirui heavily pregnant give him an idea, though.

He knows exactly how Han Yu can make it up to him.

Subtly, he pulls his robes up exposing all of his calves and a sliver of skin above the knee. Han Yu’s gaze roams the newly exposed expanse of skin hungrily, but Xi Zirui ignores him.

Instead he pulls his leg free from Han Yu’s grip and swings it back and forth in front of his face. “This is all because you couldn’t control yourself,” Xi Zirui says glaring down at Han Yu, whose mouth has fallen open on a silent moan.

“You just had to whelp me” Xi Zirui says, allowing his gaze to grow cold. “You couldn’t help yourself and just had to get me pregnant.”

Han Yu is openly panting now, his hands drifting to the unsubtle tent at the front of his robes.

Xi Zirui nudges him on the side with his foot. “Well?”

“Yes,” Han Yu says, nodding rapidly. “It’s all my fault.”

“Don’t you think I deserve compensation for carrying your brats?” Xi Zirui asks, his tone vicious. He lowers his foot and presses the heel down against Han Yu’s obvious erection, smiling when he whimpers.

Han Yu can only nod. “Whatever you want, gege will do whatever you want.”

Xi Zirui scoffs. “Whatever I want? That’s rich coming from the man who held me down and kept cumming inside me until I passed out.” He smirks. “And even that didn’t stop you.”

He slides his foot up Han Yu’s body and lodges it under his chin, tilting his head backwards. “Well? Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?”

Han Yu’s gaze is smoldering, when it meets Xi Zirui’s. “I have been bad, and I deserve punishment.”

Xi Zirui grins. “On that much, we agree.”

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In his mind, this was a lot sexier, and he could tie Han Yu to their bed himself, but due to being the size of a small planet, he has to ask Han Yu’s help to do up the bindings that keep him spread across their bed — completely at Xi Zirui’s mercy.

It’s all worth it for Xi Zirui to have him like this, with his hard cock dripping a steady stream onto his stomach. Xi Zirui is lying on his side, supporting his belly with one hand and dipping his fingers into the mess of precum on Han Yu’s hard abs with the other.

He takes the wet fingers to his lips and licks them kittenishly, spreading the slick around his lips more than licking it.

He dips his fingers in it again, and them raises them to Han Yu’s mouth, forcing them past his lips, rubbing the precum into his tongue.

“Can you taste how wet you are?” Xi Zirui asks.

Han Yu hums around the fingers in his mouth, his eyelids trembling.

Xi Zirui loves seeing him like this, reduced to a whimpering mess and completely at his mercy.

He looks beautiful.

It makes Xi Zirui want to bully him so more.

“Slut,” Xi Zirui says, whispering the word into Han Yu’s ear, making it pop with a sibilant curl of his tongue. “Just thinking about fucking me gets you this wet.”

Han Yu nods, straining his neck to the side to look at Xi Zirui. “It’s because I love you so much.”

Xi Zirui’s heart squeezes tenderly. Han Yu is such a beautiful fool, but this isn’t the time to be romantic.

He has to steer them back to the scenario at hand, or else they’ll end up fucking doggy style like the last couple of times.

As great as it is, it’s not what Xi Zirui wants right now.

He runs his fingers down Han Yu’s heaving abdomen and wraps them around his straining cock. “You’re dying for it, aren’t you? Dying to fuck me. I’m already pregnant with your brats, but still all you can think about is fucking some more into me,” he squeezes, drawing a hopeless whimper from Han Yu. “Isn’t that right?”

Han Yu closes his eyes and nods. “It’s true, all I can think about is fucking Rui-er. But it’s not my fault, Rui-er looks so beautiful so full of my babies, I’m too weak to resist.”

Xi Zirui lets go of Han Yu’s hard cock, making him gasp at the sudden loss of sensation. “Good boy,” he whispers sweetly, dropping a chaste kiss to Han Yu’s cheek. “You deserve a reward for being so honest.”

Xi Zirui splits his legs open over Han Yu’s waist, sitting up on his knees above his hard cock.

Han Yu’s breathing grows hopelessly ragged.

Smirking, Xi Zirui balances himself on his chest, grazing the leaking tip of Han Yu’s cock with his slick asshole.

“Please,” Han Yu begs, his fingers curling and uncurling fruitlessly around the bindings keeping him in place.

Xi Zirui takes pity on him, but mostly on his knees which can’t handle this position for long, no matter how sexy.

He reaches behind himself with great effort to steady Han Yu’s cock in place as he lowers himself on it, moaning raggedly at the delicious stretch.

He shakes out his long loose hair as soon as he’s fully seated, making it stream down his chest, across his swollen nipples, cherry red on his flat chest, and curl around the round mound of his pregnant belly, which he holds in his arms as he fucks himself slowly on Han Yu’s cock.

From his position, Han Yu can see Xi Zirui’s hard cock, trapped between his own hard abs and the prominent curve of Xi Zirui’s lower abdomen, dribbling milky fluid onto the taut skin of his stomach every time Han Yu’s cockhead rubs against his prostate.

It’s not the most elegant fuck, with how limited Xi Zirui’s movements are by the size of his belly, but having Han Yu immobile under him like this never fails to drive him wild, and he can feel the orgasm drawing near.

“Does it feel good?” Xi Zirui asks, dragging his nails down Han Yu’s chest. “To fuck my pregnant hole?”

Han Yu’s nostrils flare and he lets out a guttural moan, sounding like a wounded animal.

Xi Zirui slams his hips down hard. “Do you like looking at me and seeing the result of your hard work?” he spreads his palms across his round belly.

Han Yu twists his head from side to side, his lips bloodless from how hard he’s biting down on them. He’s making an herculean effort not to come.

Xi Zirui takes pity on him, and bounces himself harder on his cock, actively chasing his own orgasm now.

“Delicious,” Han Yu whispers, canting his hips upwards, trying to fuck up into Xi Zirui’s coiling insides. “Fucking your pregnant hole is delicious, I want to stay buried inside you forever.”

A moan slips past Xi Zirui’s lips; he fucks himself harder on Han Yu’s cock, so close now that his vision grows blurry.

“After these babies are born, I’m going to knock you up again.”

Xi Zirui can only whimper brokenly when his orgasm slams into him, making him shoot ropes of white cum all over himself and Han Yu, half of it landing on his round stomach.

His movements slow to a halt,  but Han Yu doesn’t care, he snaps his hips upwards once, twice, and comes in Xi Zirui with a deafening growl.