Saiki Kusuo x Kuboyasu Aren (Smut and Fluff oneshots)

Uh.. Wrestling! (Smut)

A/N: Yeah idk either, I'm losing my mind so here we are. In this Saiki and Kubyasu are married and have been for some time, Aren is a teacher and Saiki is a librarian like a previous oneshot I did. However! In this one they have a small child of about 5 by the name of Ryuichi, a little boy with black hair and the same eye color as Saiki. So yeah, also points for you if you get the reference behind the name, now then, shall we?

It had been quite a long day for the small family, so when the two fathers put their young son to bed it was only natural that they'd want to relieve some stress. Clothes were scattered along the floor of the bedroom, the only thing to cover them was the thin fabric of their boxers . Under the covers low moans were being emitted from a familiar bubblegum haired psychic, his husband attacking his neck and collarbone with marks and bites, his hips being held tightly to the others by his lover. His husband grinding against the clothed member of the psychic, a desperate attempt at friction before quickly getting into the main event of the evening.

The man holding the psychics hips slid his hands down to grab at the tender flesh of his lovers rear, the tips of his fingers slipping in through the legs of the others boxers. Keeping the friction, he moved from the others neck to whispering in his ear. "Saiki baby," Arens voice was low and husky, his tone seductive and alluring. "Would you like something more?" He let a low chuckle out as Saiki bit is lip.

Letting a his own chuckle escape, Saiki looked at his husband. "May I?" A sly smirk was tugging at his lips, a playfully lustful look in his eyes as Aren slipped is lovers boxers off. "Anything for you, my dear." Once he had fully removed the fabric, the teacher put his hands to good use, one massaging and rubbing his lovers stiff member, and the other slowly pressing in between the halves of Saikis rear, a finger slowly entering him. Saiki arched his back slightly, the feeling wasn't foreign but it had been a little while since they'd last done this, so it hurt a small bit. Upon seeing the slight twinge of pain in the others eyes, Aren kissed his forehead in a caring manner.

A second finger was soon added, stretching the other. After a few minutes of stretching, the teacher removed his hands. "Ready?" He looked at Saiki with a loving and caring look, a look that got reciprocated by the psychic who nodded in reply. Aren reached into a bedside table and pulling a condom out. (Remember to wear your seat belts folks!) Once the small reflective square was opened, Aren put it on, looking at Saiki after. "Can I?" He looked at his lover with care, who again simply nodded in response.

Aren slowly inserted the hard object into his husband, stopping every now and then to allow the other too adjust. Once fully in, the teacher allowed his husband to adjust further, Saiki gripping Aren tightly, his breathing hitched. "O-Okay, you can start moving." Though coming out slightly shaky, the psychic gave his partner the okay and little by little his pace quickened, holding the others legs around him as he entered his partner over and over again.

Down the hall, a little boy of the age of 5 was carrying a glass of water. The sound of light thumping and muffled moaning coming from his parents room. Curious, he opened the door to see his fathers under the covers, one on top of the other. "Daddy? Papa? What are you doing?" The young boy tilted his head slightly, the small voice caused both men to pause, their faces flushing a bright shade of crimson. They look at their son, glancing at each other quickly. "Uh.. W-We're wrestling, kiddo!" Aren spoke, hoping that answer was enough for the young boy as he saw the boy nod in understanding, then another question arose. "Who's winning?" The parents looked at each other again. Saiki spoke that time. "Papa is winning." Again the boy nodded in understanding.

Aren cleared his throat. "Ryuichi, son, go on back to bed, daddy and I are just fine. Thank you for worrying." He smiled through the fluster and their son smiled back. "Okay Papa! Goodnight!" He walked out of the room, closing the door, and going back to his own room to go back to sleep. Aren hid his face in his husbands chest, while a hand moved from around Arens neck so Saiki could hide his eyes. Both men erupted in laughter a few minutes after calming down a bit. "I didn't think that would happen, let alone when he's so young." Aren commented.

A hand that had been gripping Saikis thigh gently squeezed, Arens other arm supporting Saikis lower back, he looked at Saiki with a sweet smile. Saiki leaned forward slightly, hands on his cheeks, a gentle kiss that slowly got deeper. The teacher broke it to smile at his lover. "I love you, Saiki, and our little trouble maker." He chuckles softly, earning a soft peck on the lips from his partner. "I love you and our son too." A few more light pecks soon turned into passionate kissing, and eventually, things got back to the same pace as before Ryuichi poked his head in.

From this experience, Saiki and Aren learned something. Lock the door.