BABY FEVER
While spending the holidays with Sophia's family, you saw the way she acts towards her little cousin so you lowkey just start dragging her to her own bedroom when you realized that it's about time you give this woman a baby of her own.
sophia laforteza x female reader
tags: smut, g!p sophia, idol!sophia, non-idol!reader, married life, mentions of pregnancy, tokophobia, mentions of religion (christianity), filipino terms, she is so whipped it hurts, sophia's gonna be such a good mom
warnings: riding, breeding, creampie, vulgar words
divider creds: d-oie
a/n: made this since someone in my inbox asked for more of husband sophia. also based off of that one tweet i found that said: "my uterus itches with this video, i wanna make filipinos with her" and that's honestly sooo relatable
It has been three years since you said “yes” to her proposal.
Three years since she slipped a ring into your finger.
Three years since you both got married, and three years since you became “Mrs. Laforteza.”
By then, a married couple would have a baby on the way by now. But that wasn't the case for the both of you.
The guest room in your house stayed exactly that. A guest room. There was no crib tucked into a corner, no soft pastel walls, and no faint smell of baby powder. It remained untouched, standing as a reminder of the choice you continued to make every day: to stay safe and keep the space empty.
Sophia never seemed bothered by it at all. She treated you the same way she always had, with all the love and affection you deserved, as if nothing was missing and you were the only person in the world who truly mattered to her.
Still, watching the way she interacted with children made the heaviness twist inside your chest. The way her eyes lit up when a little girl ran up to her, smiling wide and excited just to see a member of KATSEYE, always left you feeling painfully guilty.
Each moment like that made thoughts of pregnancy difficult to cast aside. The thought of having a baby has always left you torn. You’d see videos online like on TikTok, on Instagram, of doctors calmly explaining how pregnancy works, or clips of people actually giving birth.
Your stomach would end up tightening every time, your skin would prickle, and you’d have to look away, feeling sick at the thought of it.
Then there were the side effects. Such as the constant nausea, the aching back weighed down by a growing belly, the loss of control over your own body, and the way a body stretches, strains, and almost breaks just to bring another life into the world.
Because of all that, you had memorized every reason to say no. You were deeply afraid of the biology behind it, of how much it would change you, of not recognizing the person staring back at you in the mirror.
Despite everything, however, the thought crept in sometimes. Especially on nights like one in particular when Sophia had apparently gone live while you were asleep in your shared bed. You hadn’t noticed at the time, exhausted as you were, but later, you came across a clipped video posted by an Eyekon.
Sophia was busy reading through the live comments, leaning closer to the screen as she adjusted her glasses and squinted slightly. A familiar silver watch rested on her wrist, the kind fans loved to point out.
It was the one that looked expensive enough to cost more than most people’s monthly salaries. It was also the watch that always made fans go feral whenever it appeared on camera.
“Would you want to build a family with Y/N someday?” she read out loud, sounding relaxed as she rested her elbow on the table and supported her chin with a loose fist. The question didn’t feel heavy at all. If anything, it made her smile.
“Yeah! Of course I do,” she replied easily, lowering her hand and placing her palm flat against the table as she let out a thoughtful breath. “I actually imagine it sometimes. Like a little version of her running around the house, singing musical songs with me, wearing costumes from my favorite Disney movies.”
The comments immediately exploded after that. The chat flooded with reactions, all centered around the idea of you and Sophia having a family together. Another message caught her eye.
user1: how many kids would you want?
Sophia let out a soft chuckle, her smile growing warmer at the thought.
“How many kids would I want?” she repeated. “Honestly, that’s up to my wife. I’d be perfectly happy with just one, but I wouldn’t mind having more than that either.”
She didn’t notice the faint pink creeping into her cheeks, but the fans definitely did.
user2: more than one? damn the coochie cant possibly be THAT good…
user3: they can have as many kids as they want. sophia’s family is rich anyway
user4: y/n is strong as hell. i would’ve gotten pregnant for the 67th time already if i was her
user5: @/user4 67 joke in the big 2026 😂✌️ pack it up gng
Sophia’s face noticeably heated up as she read those comments. Then it hit her on how easily this part of the live could blow up, and how it might affect you later. The realization made her straighten up immediately.
“But listen,” she said quickly, her flustered expression shifting into a serious one like she was scolding the chat. “It’s completely her choice whether she wants a child or not. I’m genuinely happy even if we never have one.”
Her gaze sharpened slightly behind her glasses.
“And I don’t want any of you bothering her on social media about this later,” she added. “Please respect our boundaries.”
In the end, you did end up seeing the clip. And seeing it didn’t just make your chest hurt but it also made your stomach twist with a sinking guilt.
You stared at the screen, replaying the way her expression softened when she spoke about a “little version of you.” She made it sound so gentle like a dream.
What she didn’t mention were the images stuck in your mind. The smell of a hospital room, the fear of your body tearing, and the long months of feeling unfamiliar in your own skin.
‘If only it were really that simple.’
If only you could skip the part where your body stopped feeling like it belonged to you. If there were a way to wake up one morning with a tiny mix of the two of you already in your arms, without having to go through the violence of biology, you wouldn’t hesitate at all.
You would fill the house with children. You would give her as many as she wanted, if it didn’t mean you had to break yourself open to make it happen.
But the world didn’t work that way. To give her that kind of future, you would have to face the fear you’d been avoiding. You would have to accept the sickness, the pain, and the permanent changes waiting in the mirror.
Watching her on the screen being so careful with her words, so quick to protect you, and so ready to accept an “empty” future just to keep you safe made you feel painfully small. Especially compared to what one of the viewers had joked about, calling you strong.
Because you didn't feel strong. This fear you have feels more like a cage. For three years, that cage kept you safe. But now, it felt like it was holding Sophia back from the one thing that made her eyes light up like that.
Eventually, the holiday season arrived. Sophia and the other members were finally given time off to spend it with their families in their hometowns. She didn’t hesitate for even a second and booked a flight and left LA with you so the two of you could go home to her family together.
Because of that, fans noticed her distance. She barely interacted on Weverse, something that didn’t go unnoticed. But no one could really blame her. Her focus wasn’t on feeding fans or staying online. It was on being present, on spending the holidays with her family, and especially with you.
Holidays with the Lafortezas were absolutely warm and lively. Her family was full of energy, laughter filling the house from morning until night. They welcomed you easily and made you feel like you truly belonged there.
At the dinner table, jokes were shared freely, and her parents already treated you like their own daughter, even though you were still technically just dating by that time.
For a while, everything was peaceful. Sophia stayed close to you, always checking in, always touching your arm or leaning into you. Every now and then, she would murmur the soft names she reserved only for you: “mahal,” meaning love, and “sinta,” meaning cherished one.
With her presence grounding you and her family embracing you so easily, your heart felt full as you talked and laughed with her cousins and relatives.
But that comfort wavered slightly during one dinner.
It happened when Sophia’s mother, Carla, brought up a subject you had been quietly dreading.
“It’s been three years since you and my daughter got married, anak,” she began gently, her voice blending with the soft clinking of utensils against plates as everyone continued eating. “Don’t you two plan on having a child soon? I would be so glad to have a little Sophia spending the holidays with us.”
The dining room fell into an uncomfortable silence. Even Sophia, who had been focused on finishing the pancit on her plate, stopped moving. You, in shock, inhaled too fast and ended up choking on the juice you were drinking.
Instantly, everyone reacted. Carla rushed to call for the maid to bring water. Godfrey leaned forward, asking if you were alright. Sophia dropped her fork immediately, her hand finding the small of your back as she steadied you, gently rubbing as you coughed. A moment later, a glass of cool water was pressed into your hands.
“Breathe, mahal. Just breathe,” she whispered softly. Her thumb brushed away a drop of juice from your chin, the tenderness in the gesture making your throat tighten for reasons far beyond the coughing.
Once you finally caught your breath, Sophia didn’t move away. Instead, she straightened, her body language shifting from comforting to protective as she turned to face her mother.
“Mom, please don’t do that,” Sophia said gently but with firmness in it. “We’re here to enjoy the holidays, not to answer questions about our private life or future plans. We’re not thinking about having children right now. Our lives already feel full.”
Carla’s confusion was immediate. She glanced at Godfrey, who had also set his utensils down, clearly taken aback too.
In a traditional, deeply Christian household like the Lafortezas, the idea was simple and deeply rooted. Marriage was meant to grow into a family.
To them, having children wasn’t a decision. It was the natural and sacred outcome of the vows they had watched you exchange three years ago.
“But Sophie,” Carla continued, her confusion sincere rather than critical. “Marriage is meant to expand and to bloom. It is meant to bear fruit. We only want you to experience the fullness of the family God has planned for you both. Isn’t that something you’ve always dreamed of?”
Godfrey nodded beside her, his expression calm but with concern. “We worry about you, anak. You and your wife have so much love between you. To keep all of it to yourselves… it feels like a missing blessing.”
Under the table, you felt Sophia’s fingers curl tightly around yours. You knew painfully well that a part of her wanted it. You knew the dreams she had spoken aloud to fans weren’t fantasies she’d invented for a camera. They were real. And every word her parents spoke struck something deep in her chest, echoing desires she had never fully let go of.
But when she looked at you, when she saw the fear still lingering in your eyes, the way your body hadn’t quite stopped trembling, she chose without hesitation.
“What we want is to be happy, dad,” Sophia responded steadily. “And right now, we are happy. Being together like this is enough for us. If that ever changes, you’ll be the first to know. But until then, I need you to respect that our marriage is whole exactly as it is.”
Then she leaned closer, her voice turning into a whisper meant only for you. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
Sophia had set aside her lifelong dreams as easily as breathing, placing your comfort above everything else.
You managed a small, grateful smile before turning to her parents, hoping to soften the space between their expectations and the fear tightening your chest.
“It’s not that we don’t want a family, mom and dad,” you reasoned out. “It’s just… a very big step. And my wife has been very patient with me. She’s been incredible. We’re not shutting the door on the idea. We’re just taking the time we need to be sure we’re ready for everything it comes with.”
Once again, the older couple exchanged a wordless look before both nodding in acceptance.
Conversation slowly resumed by then with plates clinking and voices returning to normal. But you couldn’t stop wondering what it was about you, fear and all, that made Sophia choose you so fiercely, even after all these years.
Since it was the holidays, that also meant spending Christmas Day surrounded by her relatives.
It meant waking up to presents gathered under the Christmas tree, some of them from the two of you, wrapped days ago back in LA and carefully packed into suitcases. It meant the house being filled with Filipino Christmas songs, sung live by a choir her family had hired just because they could afford to.
And it also meant seeing Sophia’s favorite baby cousin.
The one you knew she adored more than anything. The one she always spoiled, always held close, because in her heart, it felt almost the same as having a child of her own.
“Look, mahal! It’s Ellie!” Sophia said brightly, her smile wide and glowing as she held the baby securely against her side. She faced you while you stood near the couch, your arms folded loosely over your chest and watching them.
You felt yourself go quiet at the sight. Your eyes stayed on them longer than you expected, even as you smiled back and greeted the baby softly. When you reached out with a cooing “hello,” Ellie’s tiny fingers wrapped around yours, and your chest tightened in a way that surprised you.
“Ellie, you remember her, right?” Sophia said happily, her grin stretching even wider. “Ate Sophia loves her very, very much.”
She turned her attention back to her cousin, eyes shining as if she was holding something precious.
Then the Filipina started showering Ellie’s round cheeks with loud, soft kisses, full of that strong, playful affection that only Filipinos ever seem to show so openly. Every time she pulled back, Ellie let out a tiny, breathy laugh, and Sophia immediately leaned in again, her nose scrunching as her smile grew even bigger.
“Oh, Ellie… why are you this cute?” she whined jokingly, pressing her face into the baby’s neck. “You’re making Ate Sophia’s heart hurt. You smell like flowers.”
She glanced at you. “Doesn’t she smell so good, sinta?”
You didn’t answer right away. Instead, your arms slowly loosened and fell from where they had been held protectively against your chest.
For three years, your body had felt like something you had to guard carefully, wrapped in fear and rules you never let yourself break. But watching Sophia like this felt like those walls were slowly being taken apart.
The fear was still there, presently sitting deep in your mind. But it was being drowned out by the warmth of such sight. You noticed how Sophia’s long hair slipped over her shoulder, brushing both her face and Ellie’s, making them look even closer together.
Then, Ellie faded from your thoughts. Instead, in her place, you imagined a little girl with Sophia’s nose and your smile. The “little version of you” she had once talked about so openly on her livestream, now standing clear in your mind.
The birthing videos online, the doctors’ warnings, and the painful stories you had replayed again and again suddenly felt far away. Like they belonged to a different life. They were drowned out by the choir singing inside the house and the sound of Sophia kissing Ellie’s temple over and over.
The heavy guilt that had lived inside you for months changed shape. It didn’t feel like guilt anymore, but rather an aching want. A realization that you were tired of being the reason Sophia had to save that soft look in her eyes for other people’s children.
Sophia looked up just then and met your stare. Her cheeks were warm and her expression was open with that longing written all over her face.
“Mahal?” she asked softly. “Are you okay? You’re looking at us kind of funny.”
You didn’t answer her right away. Your heart was pounding hard against your chest, not from fear this time, but from the rush of finally making up your mind. It felt like something inside you had finally clicked into place.
The fear had pulled back for now because all you could think about was her and about letting go of condoms and pills, about letting her finish inside you without holding back. About how this night wouldn’t truly end until she finally gave you what you both had been circling around for so long.
“I’m fine,” you murmured, surprised by how steady your voice sounded. “More than fine.”
She lifted an eyebrow, confusion flickering across her face for just a second before she brushed it off. She gently bounced Ellie in her arms again, making the baby laugh, and the sound softened your expression even as excitement buzzed under your skin.
You never thought you’d feel this way. You never thought the idea of being bred by your loving wife would make your body react like this.
“I’ll just give her back to her mom,” Sophia said as she walked away, still playing with Ellie. “I’ll be right back. I promise.”
“Yeah, you better be,” you replied with a small, teasing smirk as you watched her go. “Don’t take too long.”
Sophia laughed and called back, “I won’t!”
Yeah. She had no idea what was going through your head right now.
After what felt like a very long night, the relatives finally headed home. You said your goodbyes one by one, even giving Ellie a gentle pat on the head before she left.
Sophia, meanwhile, stayed glued to her baby cousin until the very last second, pressing soft kisses all over her face like she couldn’t help herself. By the time the house quieted down, the maids had already finished cleaning, and the two of you were free to retreat to her bedroom.
“Ellie definitely knows you,” Sophia said casually as she finished brushing her teeth and started wiping her makeup off in the bathroom. The door was wide open, so from where you sat on the bed with your back against the headboard, you could clearly see her moving around as she got ready for the night.
She kept talking, completely unaware of how intently you were watching her, or how busy your thoughts were. She smiled to herself in the mirror, clearly pleased.
“Remember how she called you ate Y/N? I swear, that kid’s going to grow up really smart.”
“Mhm. Yeah,” you muttered, barely paying attention. Your fingers kept twisting the bedsheets nervously as you tried to figure out how to start this, growing more impatient with every second she took removing her makeup.
“I’m gonna miss her being that little,” Sophia added, pushing her lower lip out in a soft pout as she finally stepped out of the bathroom. She dried her hands with a towel, turned off the lights, and walked toward the bed.
She barely had time to lift the covers before you moved.
The moment she came close enough, you reached out and grabbed her waist with a sudden grip then pulled her down onto the mattress. Sophia let out a surprised yelp, but it was cut off when you rolled over her, pinning her against the pillows and crashing your lips into hers.
This kiss was nothing like the loving, familiar ones you shared every day. It was the same one you both had when you were completely in the mood to do it all night long as the three years of holding back had finally snapped all at once.
Her hands froze in the air for a second, taken aback by the sudden shift in the mood before instinct took over and she grabbed onto your hips. She kissed you back with confused heat, her heartbeat beating hard against yours through the thin fabric of your pajamas.
When you finally pulled away just enough for air, your foreheads still touching, her chest was rising and falling fast.
“Mahal?” she whispered, eyes searching your face with her eyes wide with surprise and concern mixed together. “What’s…what's going on? Where’s this coming from?”
You didn't let the silence linger, nor did you let the fear crawl a way back into your throat. You looked her straight in the eye, placing your fingers in the silk of her shirt and tightening your grip on it.
"I’m not scared anymore, love," you blurted out, the words coming out hurried. "I saw you with Ellie. I saw the way you act around her, and I can't… I don't want to be the reason you don't have that."
Sophia seemed to understand what you meant. You realized she didn't believe you when she started to shake her head, her expression softening into that protective look she always wore.
"I told you, sinta, I don't care about that as long as I have-"
"I want a baby.”
You had interrupted her, your voice steadying as the finality of it took hold.
"Tonight. I want you to get me pregnant. I’m scared, and I’m terrified of how it works, but I’m more terrified of a life where we don't have a little version of you around the house and spending Christmas with your family.”
Sophia went completely still with a long breath leaving her chest. The “perfect lover” she always was slipped for just a second, replaced by something obviously needy. Your breath caught when you felt how hard she suddenly was between her legs.
Since you were straddling her, you had to bite down on your lip to stop a sound from escaping. Did she really get this turned on just from hearing you finally admit you wanted the same thing she always had? The realization made a small smile tug at your mouth.
She leaned closer then, arms sliding around your waist with her breathing a tiny bit uneven now. Her eyes were focused, forehead pressed to yours as she stared at you with an intensity that sent chills down your body and made the wetness between your legs deepen.
“Are you sure?” she whispered carefully. Her hand slipped under your matching pajama shirt, warm against your skin. “Really sure? I don’t want you deciding something you’ll regret. We don't have to do this if you want.”
“I mean it, Sophia,” you said softly, swallowing when her fingers touched you more boldly, clearly ready to wander. “I won’t change my mind. I promise. Just… please.”
You paused, breathing hard against her lips as she watched you through heavy-lidded eyes.
“Please make a family with me.”
The second those words left you, she didn’t bother to answer. She just reached up, held the back of your neck, and pulled you into a kiss that made it painfully clear how long she’d been waiting to hear that.
It was just as desperate as yours had been earlier, but now with her tongue sliding past your lips while her nails dug into your back, pulling a helpless arch from your body.
Whatever control was left disappeared. With shaking, rushed hands, you started undoing the buttons of her shirt while she worked on yours at the same time. The room filled with the dirty sounds of mouths meeting and heavy breathings.
“Love…” you breathed her name as her lips moved from your mouth, along your jaw, down to your neck. She bit and sucked at your skin with hunger, one hand kneading your chest, fingers so sure.
You didn’t bother holding back your sounds and allowed every moan to spill freely. Sophia was silently thankful she had the room soundproofed, especially after all the times her mom had scolded you both for being way too loud.
Sophia leaned back just enough to meet your eyes, and the look in them was pure hunger. A teasing smile curved her lips as she watched you messily fumble with the buttons of her shirt.
“Easy, mahal,” she whispered as her warm breath brushed your skin. She dragged her movements out, her fingers barely grazing your waist. The sudden loss of pressure made your body ache.
“The night isn’t going anywhere,” she added lightly. “We have plenty of time.”
But your need didn’t care about pacing or patience. You weren’t in the mood for teasing.
Letting out a sharp breath, you shifted forward, locking your knees around her hips and pressing yourself down hard against the obvious shape beneath her underwear. You rolled your hips against it again and again, stealing the air from her lungs with a broken gasp.
Her teasing smile vanished at once. Sophia’s head fell back against the pillow, her body arching as a rough sound escaped her. Her hands grabbed your hips, holding you there as the control she was trying to keep completely fell apart.
“Wow. You’re being troublesome tonight,” she breathed, her hands sliding lower to grip the backs of your thighs. She started to respond with her fingers finding places that made you tense as she prepared to turn the tables and roll you underneath her.
But before she could move you, you pressed your palms to her shoulders and shoved her flat into the mattress, using your own strength. You kept her there, hovering over her with a dominant gaze that caught her off-guard.
“No,” you said, heat rushing to your face. “I’m in charge this time. I gotta make sure you give me exactly what I asked for.”
Sophia blinked up at you in a surprised manner, her chest rising fast. Then her body relaxed into the bed with surrender written clearly across her face. The playful spark returned, a soft smile spreading as she wiggled her brows, somehow still feeling humorous even now.
“Alright then, Mrs. Laforrrtezzza,” she said smoothly, the name rolling off her tongue. “Have it your way.”
You started with soft kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and finally to the skin beneath her unbuttoned shirt. Her breaths hitched as you left gentle marks across her skin, including a teasing bite on her neck that made her shiver.
Then your hand moved lower, cupping her bulge, and she let out a soft moan, tilting her head back in pleasure, lips slightly parted. You couldn’t help but smirk at her reaction. Now it was your turn to feel in control.
“What happened to all that confidence earlier?” you mocked, watching her turn her head to the side, messing up her own hair as she panted softly. She was practically trembling under your touch, itching for you to finally remove her pajamas and underwear, but you weren’t giving in just yet.
“Fuck…” she breathed out, her chest rising and falling rapidly, hands covering her face as heat and shame collided in her expression. It made your heart skip a beat, seeing her so flustered and so undone.
“Mahal,” she moaned, the nickname slipping out on a breath, “please… take it off…”
You let out a soft hum, letting her have what she wanted. Tonight, you were feeling generous, especially since she had always been so obedient and sweet, even remembering to say “please.”
Your fingers hooked around the hem of her pajamas and underwear, pulling them down slowly until her cock sprang free. Your breath caught at the sight.
It was bigger than anyone would expect for someone who's a sweetheart like her. It was thick and pulsing in time with her racing heartbeat, veins lightly tracing across the skin.
Sophia hissed through her teeth, her hips twitching toward your hand without thinking. You didn’t waste another moment. You rose briefly to peel your own pajamas off your legs, letting her watch you fully exposed.
Her eyes flicked upwards, breath hitching sharply like a sob, overwhelmed by how powerless she felt to stop you from topping just to keep you satisfied. Her gaze locked on your bare hips, her mind short-circuiting at the sight of skin lacking any lace or silk of an undergarment.
You were completely bare for her.
“Y/N,” she whispered, fingertips ghosting over your thighs. “You aren’t wearing- did you…?”
“I’ve been planning this since I saw you with Ellie,” you answered casually. “I didn’t want anything in the way tonight.”
The Filipina's breath hitched. Your confession had clearly affected her given by the way her cock twitched slightly beneath you. It made you raise a brow in faint amusement and let out a flustered scoff.
You didn’t make her wait any longer. Positioning yourself carefully over her, you guided the tip of her cock to your entrance, feeling the heat of her against you, making you slicker than you already were. Slowly, you lowered yourself down, your eyes locked on hers, savoring every second of the stretch. The fullness inside made your head spin and your feet dig into the mattress.
Sophia became a moaning mess beneath you, arching her back the more you sank down, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you took her inch by agonizing inch. Finally, you were fully seated on her, your pelvises pressed flush together.
She let out a ruined moan, the sensation of you clenching around her cock making her head thump back against the pillow, eyes fluttering close from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Just like… that,” she choked out, her hands flying to your waist to steady you as you found a rhythm. You moaned in response, half-lidded and flushed, looking down at her while being consumed by the sensation. Noticing her hands still gripping your hips, you took one and guided it to your breast.
“You can touch me, you know…” you gasped, making her eyes widen as she took in the sight of you straddling her. Mesmerized, she obeyed, letting her hands roam your body, exploring you the way she loved most.
One hand kneaded your breast, her thumb brushing over your nipple in sync with your movements, while the other traced down to the small of your back, pulling you flush against her with every downward thrust.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Sophia rasped, her voice thick with her Filipino accent that slips out whenever she loses control. “My wife… so perfect.”
You didn’t give her the chance to linger in sentiment. You began to move with heavier, grinding circles, forcing high-pitched moans from her throat as the friction built an addictive heat deep inside you, in the place you were finally ready to give over to her.
“Harder, mahal… please,” she begged, tossing her head side to side on the pillow. You obeyed, slamming your hips down harder with every request. Leaning forward, your lips hovered just inches from hers.
“Is this what you wanted, Sophia?” you whispered between ragged breaths. “To have me like this? To know that by tomorrow, I might be carrying a piece of you?”
The thought broke her as she nodded eagerly, hands gripping your hips with an almost bruising strength. She was so eager for that to the point her hips were now thrusting up to meet yours in desperation.
She was close. You could feel her length pulsing inside you, the tension in her thighs stretched to the breaking point.
“I’m going to- I can’t-”
“Then fill me up,” you panted, slick with sweat as you rode her through her peak. “Give it all to me. I want every bit of you. I want to be completely full of you.”
When she cried out your name, Sophia’s whole body tensed. She arched off the bed, her fingers digging into your hips as she finally gave in, releasing inside you in a wave so intense it made your vision go white.
Even as the first wave of her climax faded, you didn’t ease up. Even with her panting, eyes rolling back in a haze of pure exhaustion and pleasure, you kept moving, keeping your rhythm as you rode her.
Sophia let out a gasp, hands clutching your shoulders. “Mahal… wait, I’m- I already-”
“I know,” you whispered huskily with your sweat-dampened hair brushing against her flushed cheeks. “But I’m not done yet. We need to make sure it sticks.”
At that moment, the Filipina knew she was completely yours. Each bounce made her feel like you were using her cock like the most addictive toy, and she let herself fall back against the pillows, helplessly moaning as you continued.
As you moved, your mind wandered, imagining her in the middle of the night with a sleeping baby pressed to her chest. You pictured her with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair, and her usual designer clothes replaced with a simple t-shirt smeared with spit-up. Even in that exhausted state, she would look more beautiful than she ever had on stage during tours.
You even pictured her gazing at your child with the same sparkling eyes she had shown Ellie, but even much more tender.
The woman beneath you now who's currently a moaning mess for being so vocal, was transforming in your mind into the mother who would patiently sit on the floor for hours, teaching a toddler how to sing KATSEYE songs or helping them slip into a tiny Cinderella dress.
The thought drove you wild. You rode her over and over, each movement desperate like your life depended on it. You wouldn’t stop until you were really full of her.
When your legs began visibly trembling, muscles aching, and when Sophia was only thinking with her dick, you finally slid off her lap and collapsed beside her.
But, as always, your devoted wife made sure you were cared for. She tucked you in under the covers, draped an arm over you, and pulled you close, pressing her head to yours in the big spoon position.
Her thumb traced soothing circles over your arm as she whispered softly, “Good night, mahal.”
You were too exhausted to reply, but a weak, satisfied smile crept across your lips as you closed your eyes, letting sleep wash over you.
Soon enough, the Filipina wouldn’t have to look at her aunt's baby with longing glances anymore.
She would finally be looking at yours.
