***Warnings: insomnia, nightmares, invasion of dreams, seduction if you squint? It will probably become more suggestive as it goes one so this is just part one. ***
You slipped a melatonin before bed and reached for the glass of water resting on your nightstand. Sleep hadn’t come easily lately—especially with the dreams you’d been having. You shook your head, pushing the thought away. They weren’t frightening, not exactly. Just… unsettling.
After swallowing, you switched off the lamp and settled into bed, pulling the covers up around you. Your eyes remained open, fixed on the bedroom door as if something might push through it at any moment. A part of you dreaded falling asleep, half-expecting some Freddy Krueger–esque nightmare to claw its way into your dreams and finish you off. Absurd, you knew. This wasn’t Nightmare on Elm Street. You never should have watched that movie with your friends.
Maybe counting sheep would help. That was what your mom used to suggest when sleep wouldn’t come. This wasn’t so different—except now you lived alone. You were grown, independent, working nights as a desk clerk in the ICU. Still, the silence felt heavier without anyone else in the house.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
You began counting sheep in your head, eyes drifting from the ceiling to the door. Back to the ceiling. Back to the door.
You began silently counting sheep, your gaze drifting to the ceiling, then back to the door. Ceiling. Door. A gentle turn of your head brought the alarm clock into view, its red numbers glowing softly in the dark.
9:58 p.m.
You had an early shift. You should have been asleep by now. Instead, you lay awake, waiting.
Morning couldn’t come fast enough.
With a slow breath, you closed your eyes and settled deeper beneath the covers. Eventually, you would have to give in to Mr. Sandman. You always did.
“Trouble sleeping?”
The voice was warm. Familiar. Close.
Your eyes fluttered open.
He stood beside your bed, exactly as he had in your dreams—tailored brown suit, red tie loose at the collar, light button-up catching the low glow of the room. He smiled as though he belonged there, as though he’d been invited.
“Shit,” you breathed, pushing yourself upright and pulling the covers up with you.
He chuckled softly and tipped his hat, removing it with deliberate care. “Now, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “that’s hardly the first word I’d expect from someone so lovely.”
Blond curls framed his face, catching the light as he stepped closer. His eyes—blue as a summer sky—held yours, unblinking, knowing. Too knowing. He didn’t look real.
He looked tempting.
And somehow, that was worse.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice steadier than you felt.
His smile deepened—slow, practiced. “I’m Henry. Henry Creel.”
He held out his hand, waiting. You knew you shouldn’t take it. Every instinct told you this was wrong, that he didn’t belong here—didn’t belong anywhere in your waking world. And yet, you reached for him anyway.
His skin was cool and soft against yours, a shiver crawling up your arm at the contact. You swallowed, torn between pulling away and holding on.
“Why are you in my dreams, Henry?”
His thumb brushed over your knuckles, gentle, intimate, and your breath caught despite yourself. You hated how comforting it felt—how easily your fear softened under his touch.
“I thought you’d never ask, darling,” he said quietly. “I’m here to save you.”
The words should have frightened you.
Instead, they sent a strange warmth through your chest—followed immediately by dread. Because some part of you wanted to believe him. That terrified you most of all.
The word save settled heavily between you, sinking deeper than it should have. For a moment, you imagined what it might cost—what you might have to give up in exchange—and the thought made your stomach twist.
Still, you didn’t pull your hand away.
And Henry noticed.
“Save me from what?” you asked, your grip tightening around the blanket. “From who?”
He let out a soft chuckle, low and almost amused. “From the monster.”
The word lingered, heavy and vague. A chill settled in your chest.
This had to be another dream. It had to be. You glanced around the room, searching for something—anything—that felt wrong. But everything was exactly as it should be. Your dresser. Your door. The faint glow of the alarm clock on the nightstand. All of it painfully familiar.
That was what scared you most.
You considered pinching yourself. That was how it worked, right? Pain meant waking up.
But some part of you hesitated, struck by the thought that if you did—if you woke up—Henry might be gone.
And you weren’t sure whether that idea relieved you… or disappointed you.
“What do I have to do?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Nothing, sweetheart.” His voice was gentle, coaxing. “Just trust me. That’s step number one.”
Your eyes narrowed. The words landed wrong—too familiar—stirring something old and buried deep. Trust had never come without a cost. “How can I trust you?”
He stepped closer.
Your body reacted before your mind could stop it—your breath hitching, your pulse quickening, a warmth spreading low in your stomach that made your cheeks burn with shame. You hated that response. Hated that he could provoke it so easily.
“If I wanted to hurt you,” he said softly, “I could have already.”
A shiver ran through you, equal parts fear and something dangerously close to anticipation. Your muscles tensed, poised to flee—yet you didn’t move.
You couldn’t.
And that frightened you more than his words ever could.
You swallowed hard, trying to make sense of it all. “I don’t—I don’t understand, Henry.”
His expression softened, almost tender. “Get some rest,” he murmured. “You’re going to need it.” He touched your cheek lightly, lips curving into a smile.
Your throat tightened.
“I’ll come for you soon,” he said, voice low and certain. “I promise.”
The word lingered, pressing against you—
—and then your alarm clock exploded into sound.
You jolted upright, heart racing, breath shallow. The room was empty, washed in early morning light. No Henry. No shadows. Just your bedroom, exactly as you’d left it.
Except—
Your hand was still raised, fingers curled as if holding something that was no longer there. When you lowered it, your skin prickled, cool in the exact place his thumb had brushed your knuckles.
You swallowed and glanced down.
The blankets were twisted, pulled tight around you. Your pulse thudded too fast, your chest rising and falling like you’d been running. And beneath it all lingered a faint chill, as though a window had been left open overnight.
The clock blinked 6:00 a.m.
Morning had come.
But the feeling hadn’t left.
And as you swung your legs out of bed, you realized—disturbingly—that you felt rested.
As if someone had been watching over you while you slept. For the first time in a long time, you felt rested.
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Warnings: mostly fluff, some breeding kink? If I forgot anything, let me know.
***Also special thanks to @josephs-quinns for my header ❤️***
It was a typical Monday night, Johnny was in the kitchen as usual making dinner for the both of you. You were helping as best you could but cooking wasn’t exactly your thing. You had been dating Johnny for a year now, becoming close to him and his family including his older sister, Sue, and her husband, Reed, his newborn nephew Franklin, and Ben Grimm. They were superheroes and you were normal.
“Come taste this.”, Johnny brought you out of your daydream.
You hopped off the bar stool, joining him in the kitchen. The pot on the stove was simmering, steam rolling from it. Dinner, whatever Johnny was cooking, smelled so good. Or were you just starving? Johnny held the spoon, his free hand under it to keep it from dripping as he brought it to your lips, you opening them instinctively.
“Wow, that tastes really good, Johnny.”
“Thanks, babe.”, he smiled confidently.
Tonight, you had both planned a date night as long as the world didn’t need saving. Those were the things you couldn’t always predict. Johnny added the finishing touches to dinner, donning his infamous ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron. It always caused you to laugh. The doorbell rang abruptly three times in a row as if someone was in a hurry for the door to be answered.
“Are you expecting anyone?”
Johnny shook his head, looking as confused as you did. “No.”
You walked over to the door, attempting to peer through the peephole but it was no use. You were too short. Carefully, you grabbed the doorknob and turned it, opening the door to reveal Sue and Reed with Franklin.
“Hey.”, Sue began, smiling at you.
“Hey.”, you smiled back.
You both shared a small hug. Johnny must have realized it was the voice of his sister, dropping his cooking for the moment being and coming over beside you.
“Sis?”
“Hey.”, she smiled lightly, both of them hugging.
Reed cleared his throat before speaking. “Sue and I were wondering if you all could keep Franklin. I need to be at the lab tonight and Sue was going to help me. It’s not exactly an ideal place for a baby.”
You and Johnny exchanged looks.
“We don’t want to impose and we tried to call but we got the answering machine.”, Sue laughed nervously.
“And Ben was busy.”, Reed sighed.
Both she and Reed looked exhausted, still trying to adjust to the newborn life. And you didn’t exactly want to turn down a chance to cuddle Franklin. He was adorable and it kind of made you want to have your own. Franklin caused you a lot of baby fever.
Johnny looked at you as if he was waiting for your answer.
“We’d love to.”, you smiled.
“Oh my gosh, thank you guys so much. Frankie loves you guys and we don’t trust just anyone to watch him.”
Sue hugged you, causing you to giggle as Johnny wore a smile on his face, watching you and his sister become close.
“It’s no problem.”
“It’s going to be a late night at the lab.”, Reed began. “We may not come to get him until morning.”
“Y/N and I can handle this.”, Johnny said confidently. “After all, we’re an amazing uncle and aunt.”
Sue laughed at her brother’s enthusiasm, causing you to giggle lightly. Johnny loved Franklin, even expressing that one day he would love to have children of his own. But right now, you and Johnny were in a good spot. Marriage was ideal before having children but there was also the fact that Johnny was a superhero. You wondered if that would have any bearing on his ability to be a father. But Reed and Sue seemed to handle it well, giving you hope.
“Alright, we’ll be back soon. Don’t give your Uncle Johnny and Aunt Y/N a hard time, Frankie.”, Sue baby talked to Frankie as she handed him over to you.
She kissed his head causing him to smile. Reed handed Johnny the diaper bag, full of everything you all may need for the night. Sue instructed you both, explaining what was in his diaper bag and which pocket you’d find it in. Part of it made your head spin.
“Be careful. Have a good night.”, Johnny yelled to them as you took Frankie inside, Johnny closing the door behind you.
“Well, looks like our date night includes Frankie.”, he smirked, heading back into the kitchen.
Your apartment was an open concept, allowing you to see Johnny in the kitchen and still be able to communicate with him without having to yell. Getting comfortable, you leaned back against the couch and held Frankie in your arms. He was still small, but so adorable it pulled at your heartstrings. Maybe having a baby wouldn’t be so bad.
“It’s okay. He’s adorable as ever.”, you cooed at him.
“I didn’t know Sue was dropping him off.”, Johnny sighed.
“It’s fine, Johnny. Reed and Sue need a break. They look exhausted.”, you watched Frankie stretch a little in his onesie and yawn, causing you to smile.
“Children can do that to you.”, Johnny began, stirring in the pot on the stove. “Sure you wanna have them one day?”
You could hear the smirk in his voice, causing you to grin even more.
“I think we could handle it. I mean how can you resist this sweet little face?”, you questioned, baby-talking as your finger brushed over Franklin’s nose.
Johnny smirked. “It would be difficult. Maybe his superpower is killing with his cuteness.”, he quipped.
You giggled lightly. “We’ll just have to see, won’t we, Frankie?”
Franklin cooed lightly, twisting and turning. That usually meant he was starting to get hungry or needed a diaper change. Babies were pretty easy to read. It had to be one of three things—they were sleepy, hungry, or needed changing. Simple enough, right?
“Johnny?”
“Yes, babe?”
“Can you make Franklin a bottle?”
“Yeah, will do.”, he answered, beginning to dig in the diaper bag Sue and Reed had left.
After a few minutes, Johnny finally found the bottle and formula mix. Johnny appeared like he felt a little awkward, starting to make a bottle. It was cute that he was talking to himself, walking through the steps of making a bottle. Franklin was beginning to fidget, his arms shifting as he squeaked. He was becoming fussy.
“Johnny, dear—is that bottle almost ready?”, you asked anxiously, beginning to bounce Franklin and rock him back and forth in your arms.
You rose off the couch, beginning to walk him around the living room while continuing to bounce him lightly. It wasn’t helping, Franklin, becoming more upset by the minute.
“Yes babe, here.”, Johnny rushed over to the living room, handing you the bottle.
You grabbed it easily from Johnny, beginning to coo at Franklin. “Here’s your bottle, Frankie.”
You carefully let Franklin latch on to the nipple of the bottle, slowly beginning to suck. Both you and Johnny breathed a sigh of relief, smiling at one another.
“See? You’re a natural.”
You rolled your eyes playfully in response. “Whatever.”
“You are.”, Johnny insisted.
You smirked at him, leaning over to share a kiss with him. He went to pull the food off the stove, leaving you to finish feeding Franklin. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, letting go of the nipple on the bottle. You giggled lightly at the sight of a milk-drunk Franklin. Carefully, you laid him down in his bassinet before joining Johnny in the kitchen. He had plated dinner and set the table for you both, a candle in the middle of the table.
Being the gentleman he was, Johnny pulled your seat out for you. You thanked him, sharing a kiss with him. He joined you at the table, and you both immediately began to eat dinner.
“Well, was this what you had in mind for date night?”
“Not exactly, but it’s still special. I get to spend it with two of my favorite guys.”
Johnny smirked. “Giving you baby fever yet?”
The question alone made your stomach twist into knots.
“Maybe.”, was your simple response.
There wasn’t any maybe about it. Franklin was giving you baby fever, that was for sure. But it was hard to admit that to Johnny right now.
“Maybe?”, Johnny countered playfully.
You couldn’t keep a straight face, a smile spreading across your lips as you looked down at your food and stirred in it. Johnny smiled too, chewing his food. He knew the answer whether you wanted to admit it to him or not. He could read you like an open book. That was one of the amazing aspects of your relationship. Johnny was a great listener, paying attention to even the smallest of details.
Franklin slept through dinner, allowing you and Johnny to have a little alone time and the opportunity to clean up the kitchen. You were washing the last of the dishes as Johnny came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You smirked, feeling him lay his head on your shoulder.
“Our date night isn’t over, we could use this time and maybe,”, Johnny sighed into your neck. “I don’t know—make one of those.”
You giggled lightly. “You’re not being serious.”
“What if I am?”
You could hear the smile in Johnny’s voice. It caused a huge smile to spread across your lips, leaning into Johnny’s touch.
“Are you?”
Johnny breathed against your neck. “I am.”
You swallowed hard, feeling a nervous feeling creep into the pit of your stomach. There were a lot of uncertainties, would your child have superpowers? There was also the question of if there would be another threat to the earth. But you were trying not to think about that.
“You’ve got something on your mind.”, Johnny breathed. “What is it?”
He could read you so well.
You swallowed before beginning. “I’m just worried. What if our kids have superpowers? What if someone else or something else tries to attack Earth?”
Johnny sighed lightly, before turning you around to face him while looking deep into your eyes, and hands resting on your waist. “Baby, our kids will be perfect—superpowers or not. There’s a fifty-fifty chance of that happening. And we will get through it together. You’re going to be an amazing mom.”
A huge smile came across your lips as you nodded lightly. “Thanks, babe. You’re going to be an amazing dad.”
Johnny smiled brightly, eyes shining. “I’m already an amazing uncle.”, he joked.
You both laughed lightly before sharing a slow, passionate kiss.
“So can we start trying?”, Johnny asked, breaking the kiss.
“Yes.”
Just as things began heating up, you all heard Franklin begin crying. Breaking the kiss, you both smiled at one another.
“I’ll get the bottle.”, Johnny smirked.
“I’ll get Frankie and meet you in the bedroom.”
You scooped Franklin up in your arms, beginning to coo at him. He was fussing as you tried to calm him down. You grabbed a onesie and diaper out of his bag, making your way into the bedroom. You laid Franklin down, beginning to change him. He fussed, but you told him that this would all be over soon and his bottle would be here and everyone could try and rest, even if he didn’t understand you.
“I got the bottle.”, Johnny announced, entering the bedroom.
You turned around to look at him, keeping a hand on Franklin.
“Perfect. I just changed his diaper, so maybe this will calm him down.”, you smirked. “Do you want to feed him, Johnny?”
Johnny had held Franklin before. But he still felt like he might break him with the slightest movement. Johnny was more scared of hurting him than anything. Johnny looked slightly apprehensive as you gave him a smile of encouragement, holding your arms out with Franklin in them.
“Okay.”, Johnny swallowed as you carefully handed him Frankie.
He did fine, supporting his head as you handed him the bottle.
“That’s it, Frankie.”, he smiled, bouncing him lightly. “Now, you don’t have to be so fussy.”
You knew that one day Johnny would make an amazing dad. You smiled at them both as you grabbed your gown and made your way to the bathroom, preparing for bed. When you were finished, you found Johnny sitting on the bed with a sleeping Franklin. You smiled at them both, kissing Johnny on the cheek. Johnny handed Franklin over to you, giving him the opportunity to prepare for bed. You peeled the cover back with your free hand, slipping into bed, propping yourself up on pillows, and holding Franklin close. He was adorable, lightly snoring.
Johnny had moved his bassinet into the bedroom, preparing you both for the night ahead. Johnny emerged from the bathroom wearing his pajama pants and no shirt. Man, he was buff and it was making your hormones go wild. But that would have to wait for another night.
“We should try to sleep.”, Johnny smirked, looking down at Franklin.
It was driving Johnny wild seeing you hold a baby. He could only imagine how it would be with your all’s own child.
“Yeah, he’ll be up in a few hours.”, you smirked.
You and Johnny leaned in, sharing a kiss before you both got out of bed and placed Frankie in his bassinet.
“Goodnight, Frankie. Uncle Johnny and Aunt Y/N love you.”
“That we do, little man.”
Johnny kissed you again as you both slipped into bed, pulling the covers up and over you both. Johnny held you close. It was your favorite place to be.
“Goodnight, baby.”
“Goodnight, Johnny.”
You both kissed, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms. You weren’t sure how many hours had passed since you both had fallen asleep. At first, you weren’t sure if you were dreaming or if this was reality. Franklin was crying, your heavy eyes struggling to open.
“Baby.”, Johnny moaned, half asleep still.
“Hm?”
“Frankie’s cryin’.”, he mumbled, snuggling into your back.
“Your turn.”, you snuggled back into your pillow.
Johnny smirked easily, rising up from the bed, and taking his turn.
It may have not been an ideal date night, but it was a great one just the same.
Warnings: slight self-doubt, p in v sex, breeding kink?, cream pie—If I forgot anything, let me know.
Author's Note: I researched some about Johnny Storm and FF before writing this but don't hate me if it's not 100% accurate.
**Also special thanks to @josephs-quinns for my amazing header!**
It had been days since Johnny had been knocked back to earth by the Silver Surfer. It didn’t matter that he was a superhero, part of him was still a human and he was hurt. He needed a few days to recover, and regroup with Sue, Reed, and Ben about how to handle things, and how to protect the world they’re living in. The public was beginning to lose trust in the Fantastic Four.
They could no longer guarantee the public’s safety. He hadn’t been very talkative, staying mostly in the bedroom you both shared. He wasn’t eating or drinking. You were worried about him.
Against your better judgment, you knocked on the door lightly. You waited for a response, giving you permission to enter.
Feeling more hopeful than before, you gently pushed the door open to the bedroom. Johnny was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He wasn’t his usual upbeat self. It hurt you to see him like this. But you didn’t quite understand what he was going through. You were human after all.
“How are you doing babe?”, you smiled softly, sitting down on the bed beside him.
He felt the weight of you, causing him to close his eyes for a moment before letting out a deep sigh.
“Not good.”
You gave him a sad smile, placing your hand on his shoulder. “Johnny, you can’t be so hard on yourself. This isn’t just up to you.”
Johnny eyed you sadly, disappointment all over his face. “It’s my fault.”
You crinkled your face in confusion. “How? How is it your fault?”
You were trying to get to the root of why he was blaming himself so easily. This was not the Johnny you were used to.
“Johnny.”
He eyed you. “We promised to keep this planet safe—that means keep you safe. And I’m failing you. Well, I just couldn’t imagine—if something were to happen to you.”
You stopped him immediately, sliding your hand down his arm, and taking hold of his hand. His fingers instinctively intertwined with yours.
“Nothing is going to happen to me—or anyone else on this planet. I know you all can save us. I believe in you, Johnny Storm.”
Johnny looked up at you, his expression easing some. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He quickly sat up, letting go of your hand before taking you in his arms and kissing your head. You smiled softly, embracing Johnny back. He pulled back just a little, his hand resting on the back of your head, fingers laced between your hair. A soft smile spread across his lips, a sight you had missed the past few days. Your heart soared just seeing him smile.
“What have I done to deserve you?”
You smiled, laughing lightly. “I don’t know—you just saved me that day.”
He remembered the day you were referring to. It started out as a normal day, one like any other. You were on your way to work, barely paying attention to your surroundings. Which was kind of stupid on your part, however, Johnny was nearby and trying to keep a low profile. That was hard since he and his family were launched into space, an experiment by his brother-in-law, Reed Richards. Somehow, the group was exposed to cosmic rays.
He noticed that disaster was about to strike, a pretty girl like you was about to get hurt badly He had to stop that. A car was barreling down the street, going way too fast. Johnny swooped in and saved you. From then on, you both had been inseparable.
“Best decision I ever made.”
“Oh stop it.”, you giggled, causing Johnny to smile once he noticed you were blushing.
“Never.”, Johnny laughed before he leaned in, beginning to kiss you.
His kisses started soft but progressed quickly, becoming deepened. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going to happen next. You were receptive to his moves, kissing him back with just as much excitement and lust. He may have been really attractive, but Johnny was a good guy. He was the best thing that had ever happened to you.
“Can I have you?”, Johnny asked breathlessly through kisses.
“Yes.”, you breathed back, eagerness laced in your voice.
Johnny had done a 360 from what his mood was earlier. He easily pushed you back on the bed, beginning to pull at your shirt. He brought it up and over your head while continuing to kiss you. He only broke the kiss when he had to. You could only imagine why all the women in the city thought Johnny was hot. Johnny wasted no time in moving his hands down your stomach, across your hips and thighs before finding the hem of your pants, and quickly pulling them down around your ankles.
He broke the kiss long enough to pull them off and toss them on the floor, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. It made your heart skip a beat and your stomach twist into knots. It had been a couple of weeks since you both had sex. Johnny was distracted with the Silver Surfer and Galacticus business. It had been eating at him but maybe this was just the distraction he needed.
Wasting no time, you reached for his t-shirt, pulling on it. He chuckled through the kiss, knowing exactly what you wanted.
“Want to take my shirt off?”
“Yes.”, you responded, almost breathless already and this had just begun.
Johnny broke the kiss completely to lean up slightly, allowing you to pull his t-shirt up and off of him. All you could do was admire his chest and muscles. You had really won the lottery in all ways. Johnny smirked, noticing you taking the time to admire him. It made him want you that much more. He had definitely been distracted and had lost sight of some of the most important things in his life: you and his family.
He was quick to pull his pants off, leaving him in his boxers. He chuckled lightly, noticing how hard he already was for you. You noticed too, beginning to smile.
“Hm already hard for me, huh?”, you teased, smiling.
“I am.”, Johnny responded confidently. “It’s been weeks since I’ve had you.”
Johnny continued listening as he threw off his last article of clothing, letting his cock spring free, finally feeling some relief. He was aching for you, he needed you.
“I’m aware. But you’ve been busy and distracted with all of this chaos.”
He nodded lightly, positioning himself back on top of you. “I know. I’ve lost sight of the things that really matter.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s been stressful. But tonight, I don’t want you to think about anything but us.”, you breathed before kissing him.
“I won’t.”, he promised.
You smiled lightly before he went back to kissing you softly, feeling his cock brush again your entrance. It was like he was teasing you and you were already reaching the point where you felt like you couldn’t endure much more. He noticed, watching your eyes bat shut while you swallowed hard. He loved it when you were vulnerable like this. You trusted him.
“Ready for me?”, his voice asked deeply between feverish kisses.
“Yes, Johnny. Please.”, you squeaked.
He chuckled seductively before pulling away from you slightly, fixing himself at your entrance. You were already soaked for him. That only boosted his ego, knowing how much you loved him and desired him. Sure, the women loved him but he only loved you. Without you, he didn’t know what he would do. That’s what worried him so much with the Silver Surfer and Galacticus.
“Say no more.”, Johnny smirked, thrusting his hips and inserting his full length inside you causing your eyes to go wide and a long, drawn-out moan to escape your pretty mouth.
It was like music to his ears. He gave you a moment to adjust to his length, watching your eyes roll back in your head. The feeling of him inside you was pure euphoria. There was no other way to describe it. Your hands gripped the sheet, your knuckles turning white. And he hadn’t even started moving yet. He watched you for a moment, taking in this moment in case this was one of the last times. Johnny, stop thinking like that.
Your eyes opened, and you sighed lightly. At that moment, he knew you were ready for him. He began thrusting deep inside you, soft and slow to start. You’d tell him if you wanted it harder. A series of small moans escaped your mouth as Johnny began to hit the spot that was just right. Your hands left the sheets, finding Johnny’s forearms before moving up to his biceps.
He had been working out lately, trying to make himself stronger. He let out a small groan as he felt your nails dig into his skin.
“Feeling okay?”, he asked softly.
You nodded, breathless.
“Good, that’s so good. Fuck, you feel so good.”, he moaned as he closed his blue eyes, letting himself go.
It was time to focus on the here and now, on you.
“Do I?”, you managed to tease in a seductive voice.
“Fuck yes, baby. You’re so fucking sexy.”
You giggled lightly, relaxing under him. It felt good to hear Johnny say those things to you. It made your stomach twist and turn in ways you didn’t even think was possible. He was good at that—hell, Johnny was good at everything.
“Whatever.”, you smirked at him, rolling your eyes playfully.
“It’s true,”, he groaned as he pulled himself almost all the way out before pushing his cock back deep inside you, causing you to moan and your eyes to roll back. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”
He knew the moves that would drive you crazy and that’s just what he wanted tonight.
“I kn—ow.”
“Do you?”, Johnny challenged playfully. “Seems like I’m just gonna have to show you.”
Johnny slowed his rhythm down, leaning down and kissing your neck gently.
“And how do you plan—to do that?”
“Like this.”, he smirked, beginning to thrust faster. He managed to go deeper, hitting your g-spot and causing your eyes to roll back in your head.
You were too stunned to speak, only a small trickle of moans escaping your lips. He chuckled, feeling proud of himself. He leaned down, bringing himself flush with your body before kissing your neck. It felt good to forget the worries of the world, only focusing on you both. Nothing else mattered at this moment.
“Fu—ck Johnny, feels so good.”, you managed to get out, voice slightly hoarse.
“I’m glad, baby. It’s supposed to.”, he smirked. “You know we could be like Reed and Sue—have a little baby of our own.”
Your eyes widened. “You’re kidding, right?”
Johnny’s smile faded slightly, his confidence going with it. “No?”
“And why would you wanna do that?”
“Because seeing Reed and Sue with Frankie—well, it’s made me think that we could have that too.”
You began smiling, giggling lightly. Johnny was slightly, confused trying to figure out what was going on.
“I just never pinned you for that.”, you finally said. “You’d really want a baby with me?”
Johnny smiled, somehow finding his rhythm again. “Yes, I would—I do.”, he stammered, correctly himself.
You giggled lightly, not used to seeing Johnny so flustered. It was cute, something else you loved about him.
“You wanna put one in me right now?”, you asked.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”, you confirmed with a smile on your face.
“I’d love to.”, Johnny responded, gaining his confidence back just as quickly as it had left.
He had no expectations that this conversation would go in this direction but he was glad it did. It confirmed that you really wanted a life with him. You really wanted him. It was cute that he was so excited about this. You heard Johnny could be a player, but he just hadn’t found the right girl he wanted to settle down with.
“You’re gonna be so cute pregnant.”, he groaned, his head falling back slightly.
“Uh-huh.”, you teased back.
“I mean it—cute little round belly. And knowing it’s mine—it’s going to be perfect.”, he smiled.
You began feeling that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. The one where you knew you were close—very close to a release. All that tension was building up and it was almost time to let it go. Johnny could tell you were close too—he knew you so well. Your eyes fluttered shut, fingertips sinking into his biceps.
“Johnny, I’m so—close.”, you swallowed hard.
“Cum for me, baby. I’m so close to cumming so hard inside of you.”, he breathed, voice shaky.
That was it. He felt your body tense up, your cunt tightening around his cock. You let out a string of moans and he tried to thrust but once you tightened around him, it was game over. He watched your orgasm overtake you, something he never got tired of watching. It was the small things.
“Fuck, I’m cumming too.”, he groaned as his cock began pulsing deep inside of you, the sweat evident on his forehead.
You felt his warm seed flowing deep inside you, causing you both to smile at each other even if you were breathless. This was it—you were really trying to have a baby. Johnny stayed there, making sure every last drop went inside you, brushing your hair to the side. He was caring, making sure you were taken care of every step of the way.
“Ready for me to pull out?”, he smirked, chuckling lightly.
“Yeah.”, you smiled.
Johnny pulled out, causing you to sigh at the loss of contact. He fell beside you, causing the bed to rock before he pulled you into his broad, thick arms.
“Now you just need cuddles.”, you felt his breath before he kissed your forehead.
“Yeah, that was amazing. I love you Johnny—so much.”
“I love you too. You’re everything to me. That’s why I want to protect you and this world. It’s my job to be your protector.”
His words made your stomach twist, causing you to pull back from him slightly so that you were staring into his blue eyes. “You are, Johnny. I know you’ll always protect me.”
“I will. I’ll die trying to protect you—and hopefully soon, our little one.”, he smiled, moving his hand down to your flat stomach.
The thoughts of Johnny being a dad drove you crazy, making your stomach ache worse. He was already so good with Frankie.
“You’ll always be our protector.”, your hand wrapped around the back of his neck, the other on his cheek.
“Always.”, he responded, you both sharing a deep kiss.
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When shit hit the fan and the world as you had known it came to an end, you were with the only person who mattered to you. Your fiancé. He was in law school, having come here to New York City. But somehow things got messy and you all got separated. You survived what appeared to be endless days in New York City—or what was left of it. Death and destruction plagued its once lively and charming atmosphere. These creatures—whatever they are could hear the smallest sound and kill in an instant.
Where had they come from? That was a question no one knew the answer to. You had searched what seemed like the entire city for him—for anyone, but you had no luck. It felt as if you were the last person on earth. Hell, maybe you were. That’s what you thought until you heard on the radio that there was somewhere beyond the sea. It appeared as if New York City had been evacuated.
You made your way out of the city, down the Appalachian ridge to a small town where a train had crashed. You had met two other survivors, Emmett and Regan. Regan was a child, Emmett an adult. At first, you had assumed he was her father but quickly learned she had left her family. She had heard a song on the radio, the same as you. It was hard to communicate but you quickly learned Regan was deaf and she communicated by ASL. Being a teacher back in the city, you had learned ASL as well, so this made it easy to communicate in times like this.
After they had dealt with the men who ambushed them at the Marina, they discovered that the creatures could not swim. They had ended up drowning. Regan found a boat, pulling Emmett out of the water before grabbing you and leaving for the island. Upon crossing the sea, you all found a community where life was normal. It was like these creatures had never came.
A man greeted you all, Henri. He welcomed you to stay and see how life was there.
“You heard the song?”, he asked. “Figured it out?”
You signed to Regan to go find the other children and spend time with them. She nodded and took off easily.
“She did. Well, she and Y/N said they’d heard it on the radio. I did too, but I thought it was just—.”
“Life looks so normal here.”, you breathed, looking around and seeing everyone relaxing, talking, grilling out amongst other normal ways of life.
It was like old times. Part of you wondered if Eric, your fiancé had even made it out of the city. He was a shy guy and suffered from severe anxiety. He was on medication for it but still, you had to talk him down from a ledge at times. There were no signs in the city that he had survived. It made you question why you even wanted to be alive anymore.
“I’m not sure anyone here can actually believe it.”, Henri smiled lightly, crossing his arms as he took glances back at the place he called home. “Most people had finally given up hope.”
“How long have you been here?”, you asked lightly, crossing your arms.
Your mind immediately began racing, wondering if Eric could be here on this island. Part of you began to get excited, your heart swelling at the thought of seeing him again. But you had to remind yourself that was only a possibility. It was very likely—and highly likely at that—he was dead. Who was to say that he even came from New York?
“Since it all started really. When it happened, I was in the city—”
“What city?”, you interrupted.
Henri eyed you. “New York City. The National Guard learned that these creatures couldn’t swim. So, they loaded up survivors on any boats they could find. There were twelve boats that day but only two made it out of the dock.”
Two. The chances of Eric being on either of those boats were slim to none and you knew it. You knew it down deep inside.
“Oh.”, you nodded.
“You looking for someone?”
Emmett eyed you. You hadn’t discussed with him or Regan that you had lost anyone. You didn’t tell them you were originally from New York City. They hardly knew anything about you. Regan had asked you how you knew ASL so well and you explained that you were a teacher but that’s all anyone knew.
“Where are you from?”, Henri pressed.
“New York City. I was in the city the day it happened.”
“So was I.”
You looked up at him and for once, you may have felt more than a glimmer of hope.
“I was seeing a puppet show with my son and wife. Everything changed so quickly.”
“Did all your family survive?”
“Yes.”
You nodded lightly. It was good news that his family survived but that didn’t take away the looming feeling that you may find out if Eric was alive or presumed dead.
Henri watched you, he could tell that there was more to your questions.
“Who are you looking for?”
You looked at him. “My fiancé Eric. I last saw him in New York City. There was a lot of chaos and somehow we got separated.”
Henri nodded. “You want to know if he’s here.”
You nodded, looking down before looking up again. “I do.”
Henri came closer to you. “Let’s take a walk.”
You nodded, preparing yourself for the worst. Maybe he was going to take you somewhere privately and break the news that no one named Eric made it out of New York. Emmett eyed you as he watched the both of you walk off. The sounds of children playing filled your ears and everyone appeared to be friendly. The residents of this island greeted you even though they didn’t know you.
Henri led you off to his house, you both sitting down in chairs on his porch.
“Eric. There was an Eric that made it on the boat. He had a cat with him, Frodo.”
Your face crinkled in confusion. Eric didn’t have a cat.
“You look confused.”
“It’s just—Eric didn’t have a cat.”
“Well, he was with a woman. She’s the reason he made it to the boat. He swam and we pulled him up. He was wearing a brown suit and a yellow cardigan.”
Your eyes widened. The last time you saw Eric, he was wearing a brown suit. This had to be him.
“He told us he was missing his fiancé. He was hysterical, but we assured him he would be safe here. We convinced him that maybe you had made it out on the other boat, but that wasn’t true.”
“Can I see him?”
You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to see Eric. It felt like it had been forever since you last laid eyes on him. Keeping up with how many days had passed since you last saw him was impossible. You lost track a long time ago. What if he had moved on? What if he had found someone on the island and moved on with them?
So many thoughts were plaguing you.
He nodded. “You can. I’ll take you to his house.”
You felt excitement for the first time in a long time, almost forgetting what that felt like. Following Henri, you both headed towards his house. It was a cute, quaint little home. It was a contrast from the stuffy apartment he had in the city. He always hated living in the city, making sure to tell you how different it was from Kent, England. There was a lot Eric internalized.
Especially when it came to his parents and leaving Kent to come to the United States. His relationship with his parents was strained but when the world ended, he wanted nothing more than to be with them. It made him sad that he was stuck in New York. He knew he’d never see them again. But he was thankful to be with you.
Henri motioned towards the door. He wanted you to initiate things. Taking a deep breath, you walked up to the door. Looking back at Henri, he gave you an encouraging look to continue. Gathering yourself, you knocked on the door. Silence. Part of you wondered if this was some sick joke. But then the door opened.
“Y/N?”
“Eric?”
Every emotion possible flooded through you. Eric’s big brown eyes quickly filled with tears as he took you into a tight embrace.
“I thought you were dead.”, his voice was shaky.
“I could say the same about you.”, you breathed, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes.
He held you tightly, never wanting to let go. Or at least he didn’t right now. He looked the same as he did the last time you saw him. You were beginning to wonder if this was a dream and you needed to pinch yourself. Henri excused himself, leaving you both alone with one another.
You pulled back, taking a chance to look into Eric’s brown eyes. You caressed his cheek, causing him to smile lightly.
“How did—how did you get here?”, he cleared his throat, trying to keep himself from crying.
“I met two other survivors. Regan and Emmett. She heard a song on the radio and she was convinced that there was a safe place. We got on a boat at the marina and made it here.”
Eric smiled. His face was soft, he’d just shaven. “I’m glad. Every day without you was unbearable.”
He squeezed your other hand tight.
“I never stopped looking for you. I searched everywhere for you after we got separated. I’m sorry I didn’t find you.”
Eric smiled sadly. “I’m sorry we got separated, my love.”
You nodded, closing the space between you and laying your head on his chest. Just hearing his heartbeat Gabe you immense comfort. He took his free hand, rubbing it up and down your back before kissing your head.
“How did you survive?”
You heard him sigh lightly, a smile evident in his voice. “It’s quite the story.”
“I’m willing to listen.”, you smirked. “I missed you and your voice.”
Before the world ended, you practically lived at Eric’s apartment. His was better—quieter and more upscale than yours. Of course, you did the best you could on a teacher’s salary. But every night, he would talk you to sleep. He’d talk about what he learned in law school that day or read a poem he had written. Eric was quite the writer. But he didn’t give himself enough credit. It was fond memories for you, laying in bed cuddled up to him after sex. The aftercare included cuddles and his poems or banter about law school.
“Why don’t we go inside and get comfortable? Just like old times.”, Eric smiled.
God, you missed his cute little puppy dog face.
“I’d love that.”
He kept his hand on your waist as you both entered his home, Frodo quickly coming to greet Eric. Eric only let go of you to bend down and give Frodo a pet before looking up at you.
“Frodo, this is my fiancée Y/N.”
“Hey Frodo.”, you smiled, bending down beside Eric.
Frodo was unsure about you at first, smelling you with caution. But soon, he deduced that you were a good person and allowed you to pet him. It was relaxing, a dopamine hit in this cold, cruel world. Frodo went off, finding a comfortable place to sleep. You wanted to know more about Frodo and how Eric had acquired him but you knew he would explain that soon enough.
Eric led you upstairs to the master bedroom and he closed the door gently behind him.
“God, I missed you.”, Eric breathed.
“I missed you too.”
Emotions were heightened and one thing led to another. You both were kissing each other heatedly, reaching for each other’s clothes. Even though Eric was sweet and innocent, he wasn’t always. Eric immediately reached for your pants, making quick work of jerking them down. You looked like you’d been through hell while he was clean.
You stopped kissing him abruptly. “Shouldn’t I clean up first?”
“No.”, he breathed. “I just want you. I want to feel you against me. I want to be inside you. Please.”
There was his pretty little begging again.
“Eric, you’re being such a naughty boy.”, you teased with a smirk.
“You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
This caused you to smile. He was such a dork, but he was your dork. And you didn’t want it any other way. Immediately, you continued to kiss him feverishly. You needed him like you needed water. He was your everything. The sun set and rose in him. And somehow in this fucked up world, you managed to find him again. That was worth celebrating, wasn’t it?
He tasted so sweet, so good. You couldn’t get enough of him.
“You taste so sweet, Eric.”, you breathed between kisses.
He hummed in delight. “So do you.”
It felt like your heart skipped a beat with his gentle words. Here he was reminding you exactly why you didn’t want to give up looking for him. He reminded you why you loved him, why you needed him. You both continued to kiss until you were both half naked, standing there in your bra and panties and him in his boxers.
Gently, you touched his chest before using your finger pointer to trace a small circle. Eric inhaled deeply, a whimper escaping his lips. It was a sweet sound, one of the sweetest you’d heard in a long time. You were so used to being quiet and the world being quiet you almost forgot how things sounded.
“I’m so glad you don’t have to hold that in.”, you smirked seductively.
He knew you knew exactly what buttons of his to push. You knew how to make him weak.
“Me too.”, he gulped, feeling himself getting harder by the second.
His breathing was becoming shaky causing you to look down at his boxers. It wasn’t difficult to see his hard on and you even thought it was cute that he was awkward about it at times. He noticed you smiling, his cheeks turning red and heating up.
“Get on the bed, Eric.”, you breathed softly, nibbling at his earlobe.
Another sigh escaped him before he nodded lightly. You touched his cheek, caressing it softly, and watched as his brown eyes fluttered shut.
“You can do this for me?”, you cooed at him. “And shed your boxers for me.”
He nodded, more enthusiastically this time. “Yeah.”
Eric was giddy as he sat down on the bed, sliding his boxers off and tossing them to the side. He swallowed nervously before looking up at you. It was like he was waiting for your praise. He kept his eyes on you as you undid your bra, tossing it to the side and sliding down your panties. The site of you naked never failed to make Eric weak in the knees.
“Is this good?”, Eric asked meekly.
You nodded. “Mhm, very good.”
He leaned back hesitantly, trying to relax on the bed.
“Just relax.”, you breathed lightly as you climbed into bed, getting close to him.
Eric nodded, gulping as he closed his eyes and began muttering to himself. He did this often when he was feeling anxious. You had gotten really good at picking up on this and being able to get him out of this endless loop. Pressing down on his abdomen with yours, you became flush with his body.
“Relax, Eric.”, you repeated again, kissing his nose and causing his eyes to pop open.
“I’m trying.”, he responded, body still tense.
“You’re really tense.”
He nodded, swallowing so hard you could see his Adam’s apple bob. “I know.”
“How can we relax?”
Your tone was soft, keeping him focused on the here and now. He nodded, listening to your voice. He was hanging on to every word. The distance between you both was closed up. Eric could feel your breath on his skin, something he thought he’d never have again. Gently, you began placing kisses on his neck. Immediately, you felt him relax under your touch.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing amazing.”, you cooed between kisses.
His breathing hitched and you could almost hear the smile on his face. Continuing to move down his body, you took your time kissing each and every inch of him. As you hit sensitive spots, his breathing hitched and his knuckles gripped the bedsheet, turning white. It made you feel accomplished that you could do that to him, cause him to have that sort of reaction.
Reaching the v of his hips, his cock was twitching. It was clear he was reeling from all the sensations.
“Aw babe, you’re leaking.”
“Already?”, Eric asked.
“Yes and it’s okay.”, you assured him.
Eric relaxed instantly at your reassurance. It was cute that he needed reassurance at times. You smiled up at him, that familiar feeling building up in the pit of your stomach. You needed him and soon. Leaning down, you took your tongue and licked across the tip of his cock causing him to hiss and grip the sheets.
“Fuck.”, he breathed.
“Eric, what language.”, you chastised him playfully.
He gave you a soft smile in return as you looked down at his cock again, noticing more pre cum was leaking out. He was excited and it was evident. You smirked back at him before wrapping your soft fingers around the shaft of his cock, beginning to stroke up and down.
“Oh—oh—fuck.”, Eric breathed, closing his eyes and tossing his head back.
This felt amazing, it was the best he had felt in a long time. Today was the best day for him in a very long time.
“Like that?”
Your voice was soft and sultry, sending chills down Eric’s spine.
“Love—it.”, he gulped. “Feels—so—good.”
“Good.”
Every little bit, you would change the pace. For a bit, you’d stroke him faster. And then you’d stroke him slower. It all drove him crazy, sensations he wasn’t used to before. Yes, you both had sex before but he still had a lot to explore and a lot to learn. Eric was vanilla, but there wasn’t anything wrong with that.
Noticing more pre cum leaking out, you knew he was getting closer and closer to a release. And you didn’t want to waste that on a hand job or even oral sex at this point. You stopped stroking him before leaning down and lapping what pre cum had leaked out.
` “Why—why did you stop?”, Eric asked, clearly exasperated.
“Don’t you want to be inside me?”, you asked innocently, popping his cock out of your mouth like a lollipop.
“I do—I really do.”, he whined.
“Good, that’s what we’re going to do.”, you announced as you straddled him.
Reaching between your legs, you grip his cock once again. His breathing hitched as you worked to help him slip inside you. Slowly, you sank down onto his cock, closing your eyes and letting out a slow moan as you adjusted to his size. On instinct, his hands gripped your waist, holding you steady. His fingertips sank into your skin, an intimate feeling.
“Ready?”, he breathed.
You nodded. “I’ll start.”
Slowly, you began rocking your hips. Eric moaned lightly in response, holding your waist. He didn’t want to let go. He wanted you, he needed you. After being without you for so long, he needed this. You both needed this. It was like a dream to be back together.
Once Eric learned the rhythm, he began rocking his hips up into yours. He kept the pace slow and soft, you leaning down to share a soft kiss with him every few strokes. To tease both of you, you lifted yourself almost completely off his cock before slamming yourself back down causing you both to moan. Slow and steady, that’s what made this so sensual and intimate. You’d miss it along with everything else.
You both flipped between slow and picking up the pace, endless moans filling the room. It felt like heaven on earth. Eric was close when his eyes closed and he swallowed hard, fingertips sinking deep into your hips. He let out a moan.
“Fuck, it feels so good—”, he whines, exhaling.
“Does it? Do you wanna cum?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Well cum, babe. Cum deep inside me.”
He had a moment of lucidness. “What if—if you get pregnant?”, he groaned.
“Not worried about it.”, you moaned lightly, you both working towards an orgasm.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
His eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, here it comes—here it comes.”, he whimpered softly.
Closing your eyes, you feel the warmth of his release enter you. You could feel his cock pumping deep inside your walls, enough to send you over the edge. Your fingertips sank in his hips, his eyes fluttering open and fixated on you. He watches the way your head tilts back, hair cascading down your back. The soft whimper escapes you as you struggle to keep your eyes open, letting them flutter shut.
Your cunt clenches around him as you cum. It was the hardest you’d came in a long time. Since the last time you both had sex, whenever that was.
“Fuck, baby—feels so good. Love your cunt gripping my cock like this.”, he grits his teeth.
Eric was always good to help you through your orgasm, giving you encouragement as he took one hand from your hip and began rubbing it up and down lightly. Coming down from your high, you laid down on top of his chest and he left his cock inside you. He laughed lightly, the percussion vibrating through his chest. He began stroking his fingers through your hair before kissing your forehead lightly.
“I’m so glad you found me.”, he breathed.
“Me too.”, you sighed into him. “How did you get here?”
“I met a woman. Sam. I was practically drowning in the subway station when I noticed her cat. I followed her cat. She didn’t really want me to follow along with her at first.”, he began laughing, thinking fondly of his late friend.
It caused you to smile.
“But I think she felt sorry for me once she realized I was scared and alone. She tried to convince me to go to the evacuation point but I followed her to her apartment. She was in a lot of pain, she had cancer.”
“Oh my God.”, you breathed, feeling sympathy for Sam.
You owed a lot to her.
“She wanted to go to Harlem. I went with her. Along the way, I had to find her medicine at a nearby pharmacy.”
“Why did she want to go to Harlem?”, you traced his bare chest lightly.
“Her late father played jazz at a club. After he would play, they’d get pizza together at Patsy’s Pizzeria. It was the one thing she wanted to do before dying. She knew she was dying.”
You could hear the sadness in Eric’s voice as he recounted their adventure.
“We discovered Patsy’s was completely burnt but we still managed to find pizza. We learned that there were two boats nearby. They were evacuating the city. We tried to leave together but—”, Eric paused, choking up.
“It’s okay, babe.”, you comforted him, rubbing his arm.
“Those things—they were getting closer. Sam handed me Frodo and told me to run. She distracted them by smashing car windows. I jumped into the water with Frodo.”
You eyed him with empathy. “Wow. She’s the reason you’re alive.”
Eric nodded. “I told her about you. She wanted me to live. She told me I had to live, I had to find you and keep Frodo safe.”, he laughed as his voice cracked.
“She sounds like an amazing person.”
“I wish she had made it too.”
“Me too. I’d love to thank her.”
Eric kissed your head. “I didn’t want to live without you .”
You smiled sadly. “You don’t have to now.”
“I know.”, he sighed, rubbing your arm lightly. “Neither of us do.”
You both were under the covers, cuddled up to each other like old times. It felt right.
“I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you, Eric.”
Frodo let out a small meow before jumping onto the bed, causing you both to laugh. He curled up at the bottom of Eric’s feet. All was right with the world. All because fate had brought you both back together again in this cold, cruel world. If you both were to die right now, you could die with a smile.
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You Make Everyday Feel Like It's Christmas (Joe X Reader)
You Make Everyday Feel Like It’s Christmas
Summary: It’s your second Christmas with Joe. Christmas has a new meaning for you this year. But you’ve always loved this time of year. But this time, you want to bring a little holiday cheer to your fiancé. Joe doesn’t “hate” Christmas but he’s not quite feeling up to it this year. Can you manage to get him in the Christmas spirit? Or will he be a scrooge?
Prompts: Shopping, “I cannot believe you’re making me go shopping on Christmas Eve.”// “Don’t be a Scrooge.”// “I’m freezing, come warm me up.”// baking
Rating: 18+ (for the fact at the end, it alludes to premarital sex)
Also, special thanks to @josephs-quinns for making my header and making my visions come to life. Love you ❤️❤️❤️
You were never one to put off Christmas shopping. Matter of fact, you thought people were crazy for waiting until the very last day to finish their Christmas shopping. The thought alone made your stomach twist with anxiety, making it feel like it was bubbling up into your throat. How could people be so calm when they were working against the clock to make last minute Christmas magic happen? You had never understood it—until now.
“I can’t believe you’re making me go shopping on Christmas Eve.”, Joe groaned as he slid on his peacoat, fixing his scarf just perfect around his neckline.
The weather in London was absolutely frigid in comparison to what you were used to in the United States. Moving to London to be with your fiancé was something that you never imagined would be on your bingo card. But, here you were. You had been together for almost two years now and you knew that being engaged in under two years sounded a little bizarre, but Joe had claimed he knew from the beginning that you were the one for him.
You knew how it sounded. It sounded very cliché looking back, but you loved him and you were happy with him. This was only the second Christmas you both were spending with each other. Tomorrow’s plans were clear. You were spending half Christmas Day with his mom and his stepdad and the other with his dad and his stepmom. Joe never really had talked a lot about his parents divorce and how his childhood was.
Fortunately, you couldn’t relate. Your mom and dad had been happily married for thirty years. The plan was to fly in and see them the week after Christmas with Joe in tow. At first, you weren’t sure how your parents would take you moving to another country to be with your fiancé. However they both were supportive of your relationship.
They had always been supportive of you and your decisions throughout life, making comments that they had raised a smart daughter, you had your head on your shoulders, etc. All the ones most parents said about their responsible children. It made your feel good, made you feel like you had completed your due diligence of being their child.
You rolled your eyes playfully at Joe before laughing lightly. “Come on, babe. Don’t be a Scrooge.”
Joe sighed lightly. “I’m not being a Scrooge. Just wondering why we waited until the absolute last minute to buy my mum and dad’s presents along our mate’s.”, he tried to feign a fake smile and chuckle.
Something with his energy seemed off, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on it.
“They were your friends first. And you can’t show up to your parent’s houses empty handed.”
Joe held your peacoat, helping you slip into it. One thing about him was certain. He was a gentleman.
“It’s going to be so busy.”, he groaned lightly.
He wasn’t doing such a great job at hiding his disdain for the holiday activity you both were about to take part in.
“Why don’t we just try and make the best of it? You know I hate waiting until last minute to do anything especially Christmas shopping. My anxiety is through the roof.”, you admitted as he grabbed the door knob, opening the door to your all’s house that you shared.
Immediately, you both felt the nip of the winter wind causing you both to grimace. You pulled your peacoat tighter, beginning to button it quick and in a hurry. It was something you had learned to do in the past year of living here.
“I’m going to try.”, he looked at you. “I started the car so it’d be warm for us.”
“Thanks.”, you smiled softly as he let you out the door first, carefully locking it behind you both.
He rushed down the steps in order to make it to the car before you did. A smile came across your face as you remembered why. Him being the gentleman his parents had raised him to be, there was no way you were opening your own car door. He never gave the opportunity for that to happen and he wouldn’t either. It was something that was important to him, just one of the many he ways he showed you he cared.
You looked up at him, feeling the cold air nip at your nose. He finally gave you a soft smile as he opened the car door, making sure you got in safely, and closed the door once he mad sure your appendages had made it safely into the car. You watched him through the defrosted windshield coming over to the other side, wasting no time in getting before shutting the door. He rubbed his hands together easily, shivering lightly.
Joe wasn’t usually affected by the cold. He was used to it, being raised in London and all. Winters were harsher there. He had told you that before you moved to be with him. He was brutally honest about everything before allowing you to move to be with him. But you respected that.
“Cold?”, you asked lightly.
“I’m freezing.”, he admitted with a soft chuckle as he leaned over, giving you the perfect position to kiss him in. “Warm me up.”
He flashed his puppy dog brown eyes at you playfully, the ones he used when he was being a little cheeky. You’d never admit it with words, but he already knew that he could win you over with that look.
“When we get home.”, you smirked back at him before leaning down and giving him a kiss.
“Fine.”, he feigned being hurt.
You smirked over at him as you linked your phone to his car. One way or another, you were determined to get him in the Christmas spirit no matter what it took. Scrolling through your phone, you decided on a song finally to kick off the car ride. The beginning notes of “Like It’s Christmas” by the Jonas Brothers came on, causing you to begin giggling to yourself. Joe shot you a look immediately, a coy smirk working its way across his lips.
“Really?”, he asked through a small laugh.
“Come on, babe. It’s one of my favorites.”
“I’m aware, love. Just didn’t know we had to endure the boy bands along with the other chaos surrounding today.”
Your eyes panned down to your lap, trying to ignore the pang in your chest. He didn’t mean it like that, did he? Shaking your head lightly, you continued to try and convince yourself that he didn’t mean it like that. The happy, bright Christmas music continued to play in the background but now you weren’t really in the mood to sing now. Joe’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as you all continued to the mall. You were beginning to wonder if this was the best idea. But you were determined to put him in the Christmas spirit. That was your ultimate goal.
“I’m kidding.”, he choked out.
But you didn’t really feel like he was joking.
After a little convincing, he finally got you singing even if he wasn’t doing much of it himself.
As Joe searched for parking, you could begin to tell his patience was beginning to wear thin. He swore a little, a few obscenities coming out of his mouth at how crowded and congested it was. Once he noticed you had heard him or was watching him, he abruptly cut them short. He was trying his best for you whether you knew it or not. He was struggling to be in the spirit this year but how could he tell you? The answer was simple. He wouldn’t.
It had taken a week or two after Thanksgiving for him to finally get his ass in gear and help you put the tree up. He remembered you saying back home, you usually put the tree up after Thanksgiving. Like literally the night of or the next day. He could remember laughing, thinking you were a little obsessed with Christmas but he found it cute, if he was being honest. It’s part of what made you—well, you. He didn’t understand what was really going on with him this year.
But he didn’t have much time to think about that as he shifted the car, placing it in park and eyes panning over to you.
“Ready, love?”, he asked with a sigh.
“Yes.”
"Here goes nothing.”, he smirked easily.
Westfield was always busy. But it was especially busy at Christmas time. Today, was no exception. Maybe it was even worse. Joe was going to go with worse.
“So where are we going first?”, he asked, grabbing your hand lightly.
“Uh—what about we hit up Burberry? Weren’t you wanting to get your dad a new scarf?”
Joe shrugged. “I guess.”
“You guess?”, you repeated back. “Joe, I need you to help me here. You know your family and friends better than I know them. I get we’ve been together almost two years but you know more of what they like.”
“Sure, we can get dad a new Burberry scarf Sounds good, love.”
Entering the mall, Joe could feel his blood pressure rising. It was so crowded—especially to be Christmas Eve. Hadn’t people finished already? They should have, you all included. Joe began to tug at his scarf lightly, feeling as though it was choking him. He needed to breathe.
“Can you at least give me some input? Gifts are special. I love gift giving. It’s my love language.”
Joe also loved to give—taking his friends out to eat or cooking a meal, buying you things here and there just to show you he loved you and cared so you were confused as to why he was being indifferent now.
“I know, love.”
You sighed lightly as you felt like you had to practically drag him into Burberry. The employee greeted you both, asking if you were looking for anything specific. You explained you’d like to find a scarf for your future father in law. She led you to the patterned scarves, leaving you both to make the decision on which would fit Joe’s dad the best.
“What about this one?”, you turned back to show him the archived beige cashmere scarf.
“Yeah, looks good.”
Joe barely flicked his eyes up from his cell phone.
“Joe.”
Joe’s eyes pulled up from his cell phone once again.. “I said it looks good, love. I’m sure he’ll love it.”
You huffed lightly in frustration before closing your eyes and trying to remind yourself what today was about. Yes, Joe was being totally intolerable right now but you were still very much in the Christmas spirit and you were not about to let him ruin that for you. You would convert him before it was all said and done.
Picking up the scarf, your voice came out sharper than you had intended. “Okay, let’s checkout.”
What was so important on his phone that it couldn’t wait? This behavior was very unusual for him. He never let anything distract him around you—not his phone, not anything. He followed you to the counter, wasting no time in handing you his wallet to pay for everything. Sighing, you forked over his debit card and watched as the cashier swiped it and handed it back to you, allowing you to place it back in his wallet. She asked if this was a gift (it was a different associate than earlier) to which you answered yes.
Proceeding, she asked if you all wanted it gift wrapped. Once again, you found yourself being the only one to answer her question. It was as if she could sense some tension between you both.
“Finishing up last minute Christmas shopping?”, she tried to make casual conversation.
“Yeah, we’re usually never this late.”, you fake laughed.
She sensed it. “It happens to the best of us.”
“It does.”, you agreed, almost gritting your teeth and hoping Joe could hear the annoyance laced in your voice.
“Here you are. Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Thank you for shopping with us today.”
A fake smile spread across your lips. “Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you as well.”
Once again, Joe was not interacting with you, this only causing for your blood to boil further. However, he finally put his cell phone away for a few minutes. You were glad—because you were afraid you would have said something you may have regretted. You didn’t want to fight with him today. Sure, every couple has their disagreements but which ones argue near Christmas time? You didn’t want you all to be the one. After taking a small break to run to the restroom and talk some sense into yourself and attempt to give him the benefit of the doubt, you felt a little more positive.
“So what all do we need?”
“What do you mean, love?”
“What all are you planning on getting everyone? All we have so far is a Burberry sweater for your dad.”
“Uh, let’s see.”, Joe began. “I guess we can get Wes some top shelf booze.”
“Okay. That leaves Ollo and your mom.”
“I’m not sure what to get Ollo.”, Joe admitted.
“Doesn’t he like photography?”
Every answer that you were getting from Joe was like pulling teeth. It didn’t—and shouldn’t be this hard to pick up gifts for your loved ones. You spent a lot of time throughout the year thinking of the perfect gifts to give everyone in your life. You didn’t understand what was holding him up. Finally, you decided to help him.
“What about a new sleek leather camera bag?”
“Yeah, that’s good.”
Good. That was the best adjective he could come up with to describe what you considered to be a very thoughtful gift for his friend. The rest of the day felt almost like agony. You all had spent more time than you had intended at the mall, totaling five hours in what could have only taken a couple of hours. It was five-thirty, almost six. The mall was closing at six. Joe carried most of the bags. It seemed like it was totally against his will which only dampened your mood further.
You all had gotten Ollo his leather camera bag, Wes his top shelf booze, and his mom a Gucci scarf and gloves.
“Ready to go, love? They’re closing in thirty minutes. And I don’t know about you but I’m so ready to get out of here and head home.”
“Yeah.”, came your short response.
You were at the end of your fuse. Walking towards the exit, Joe attempted to grab your hand with his free one. Loosely, you allowed him to intertwine his with yours, hoping he would get the hint. But it didn’t seem that he had yet. The winter wind nipped at your nose as you all walked outside to the car. Joe let go of your hand to unlock the car door. And before he could even attempt to come to your side and open the door for you, you beat him to the punch.
Frustrated and hurt didn’t even begin to describe your emotions right now. Joe looked confused as you slammed the door shut lightly, grabbing your seatbelt and fastening it. You watched in the mirror as he shook it off and loaded all the bags inside the car before getting in himself and starting the car. Your phone automatically linked back up, Christmas songs beginning to play in a loop. You were no longer in the mood to be joyous and in the spirit.
“Love?”
“Hm?”
“Are you okay? You seem—off.”
Joe tried to start the conversation lightly, easing into it.
“I’m fine.”, you insisted, crossing your arms.
Your body language definitely indicated otherwise.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”, you snapped, almost instantly regretting it but it was enough for him to stop prodding.
The rest of the car ride home was in silence other than the radio playing upbeat Christmas songs. Ones you would usually sing along to, but not today. Not now. Ten minutes away from home, you cut the radio off and let the rest of the ride be in complete silence. Joe knew he had fucked up and in a big way. The sun had set by the time you all pulled into your driveway. The outside light illuminated the driveway as he placed the car in park, shutting it off.
You wasted no time in unbuckling and grabbing your fair share of presents to carry inside.
“Do you have the house keys?”, you asked dryly.
“Yeah, here.”, Joe handed them to you and he could have sworn you almost ripped them out of his hands.
He watched as you marched up to the door, unlocking it, and disappeared inside. It took him a few minutes to catch up, but when he entered the house he noticed you had set everything down on the couch and had disappeared into the bedroom. The door was closed. His brown eyes panned to the Christmas tree, the one you always plugged in as soon as you all arrived home from whatever errands you had to run. It sat in darkness. His heart sank knowing something was wrong with you.
He sat the armful of presents on the couch beside your pile before he hurriedly kicked his shoes off, racing to your all’s shared bedroom. He turned the doorknob but it didn’t open.
“Baby?”
No answer. You had never given him the silent treatment before. Sighing, he tried the door again but to no avail. It was obvious you didn’t want to be bothered. What had he done that was so wrong? He needed to figure it out and fast. Walking back over to the couch, he sat done on the section that was clear of the pile of presents. What could he do to fix whatever he had broken? The house was silent. The silence only feeding into his dilemma.
He didn’t have much time to wallow in his woes before his phone dinged. Wasting no time, he picked it up and looked at the name. Wes.
-Hey. What time are we doing dinner Tuesday?
Joe typed back quickly.
-We were thinking around six. Does that work?
A swoosh indicated his message had sent.
It was just a few seconds before his phone dinged again.
-Sounds good. Finish up your last minute Christmas shopping with Y/N?
He sighed before typing back.
-Yeah, we did. But I feel like she’s mad at me.
-How come?
Joe sighed, beginning to text with a recount of the day. He started from the very beginning and worked his way through your all’s entire day. Joe’s heart sank into his stomach, realizing where and how he had probably went wrong once he saw the entire day in a tangible, typed messaged. From the beginning, he hadn’t seemed very thrilled that you all were going last minute Christmas shopping. Then, he wasn’t exactly thrilled with your music choices.
-I know Christmas is usually hard for you and it’s not exactly your favorite. Especially since your parents divorced. But it sounds like she was really trying to include you and make you happy this Christmas. It’s your first as an engaged couple. She may feel like you could care less and she’s hurt by that.
-How do I fix it?
Joe felt stupid even sending that question to Wes. But he needed an idea where to start.
-Give in and get in the Christmas spirit.
Wesley made it sound so easy. But before Wesley could even respond, Joe had an idea brewing in his head. He had been really shitty in the fiancé department today, especially when you tried to include him in the sing-alongs in the car, picking out his friends and family’s Christmas presents (which you helped put a lot of thought in, proving you cared about them just as much as he did), and just making the best of the day together with someone you loved.
Rising from the couch, he went over and plugged the tree in. It instantly lit up the small corner of the living room, making it feel more cozy and comfy. He admired it for a moment, the glare of the lights on the tree reflecting on the various pictures of you both hanging on the wall. In all the pictures, you both looked so happy and in love. Step one was complete.
Joe’s phone dinged again, reminding him that he hadn’t viewed the message from Wes. But he didn’t think he needed to. He knew what he needed to do. Making his way into the kitchen, he flipped on the lights and pulled a few ingredients from the fridge before slipping your very merry apron on. You had a special one just for the holidays to make things a little more festive. He couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath. It made him smile. You did the cutest things.
His mom always made the best gingerbread cookies at Christmas time. And he was about to attempt to recreate that recipe. They probably wouldn’t be as good as hers, but it was worth a try, right? He had made them with her most of the time, especially when he was a little boy. It was time to keep the tradition alive. What else could be better to set the mood than putting on a little Christmas music?
He turned on the playlist you had made, specifically for the holidays. You had shared it with him on Spotify. The festive music began filling the house as he mixed the ingredients in a bowl, landing the flour everywhere but where it needed to go. The kitchen almost looked slightly hazy, causing him to laugh lightly. He had to admit this was kinda fun, making him feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. All he needed was you to make this feel complete.
Another idea popped into his brain, one he could maybe use to coerce you out of the bedroom. You loved hot chocolate. Swiss Miss was your favorite with the tiny little marshmallows but you always added some more to give it the perfect amount. Digging in the cabinets, he found a packet. He followed the instructions and heated up a cup of hot water before mixing the packet of hot chocolate mix into it. He managed to find your stash of mini marshmallows and poured a few into the cup, making it look like something out of Hallmark movie.
He had paused his baking because he needed you to help him finish them. It didn’t feel right to continue on without you. Grabbing your cup of hot chocolate, he closed his eyes and attempted to talk himself up before reaching the bedroom door. He knocked gently.
“Love. Can you open up?”
A few seconds went by and he wondered if you were going to let him in or continue to shut him out. His hope was fading, a sigh escaping him as he almost turned to go. But you opened the door, sniffling lightly.
“Joe?”
“Yes, love?”, he spun around carefully, keeping the hot chocolate from spilling.
“Did you make me—hot chocolate?”
“I did.”
“You added the marshmallows just like I like them.”
He laughed nervously. “Of course I did. I know how much you love them.”
You smiled lightly, your sniffles fading. He could tell you had been crying and that made him feel even worse. It was like a dagger through his heart. He hated seeing you sad and didn’t even want to think about you crying.
“Look, I’m sorry I’ve been a jerk today. I wasn’t the best fiancé. And for that, I’m sorry. Christmas has just always been a difficult time for me.”, he looked down nervously at his feet before looking back up at you.
Your face was sympathetic. “Joe.”
“And I realize you were just trying to make me feel better and include me in the holiday festivities. I’m very sorry I was such an ass today.”
“Joe.”
“I love you baby and I just—”
“Joe.”, you spoke louder, trying to gain his attention, finally succeeding even if you had to interrupt his sentence. “Are you making something gingerbread or are you burning one of my candles?”
“I’m attempting to bake using my mother’s recipe for gingerbread man cookies. It only seems fitting you help me—if you want to.”
“Of course, I do.”, you came closer and leaned in, placing a kiss on his cheek. “And can I have my hot chocolate before it becomes cold chocolate?”, you teased.
“Yeah.”, he laughed nervously before handing it to you, you following behind him.
You noticed he had plugged the tree up, giving light to the living room. It was one of your favorite things at Christmas time. Seeing the tree light up the room in almost complete darkness.
“You plugged the tree in?”, you asked, taking a sip of your hot chocolate.
It felt like a warm hug.
“I did.”, he smiled back at you, the sparkle finally in his brown eyes.
“And you’re playing my Christmas playlist.”
A smirk was creeping across your face.
“I am.”, he smiled back at you.
You couldn’t help but smile as you followed him into the kitchen, noticing all the ingredients and gingerbread cookie cutters on the counter hidden in a pile of flour. He was really trying and that meant more to you than anything.
“Christmas has just been hard for me since my parents divorced. I’m sorry—it’s not fair to you. I just remember the holidays being difficult because I had to split time between both sides of my family and between both parents. They love me and I’m thankful for that—I even feel selfish for feeling this way but it was hard when all my friends got to celebrate with their perfect families.”, Joe began rolling the dough out.
“I’m sorry that it’s been difficult for you, babe. But we have each other now. We’re family—we can start our own traditions. We can see your parents but maybe set some traditions up just for us?”
Joe looked over at you. “I’d love that.”
“Yeah? Me too.”
“Maybe soon we can make these with our kids.”
You giggled. “I’d love that. So much.”
You both leaned in and shared a soft, tender kiss. As you both pulled away to admire each other, your favorite modern Christmas song came on. The one from earlier, the Jonas Brother’s “Like It’s Christmas”. Joe couldn’t help but begin to smirk as you both pulled away.
The snow on the ground, love in the air
The sleigh bells are ringing
This is what it’s all about
The fire is warm, the angles are singing
Joe watched you intently, smiling from ear to ear as he watched you begin singing the lyrics. It was a matter before he joined in on the second part.
And I don’t want to miss a single thing
Don’t wanna put end to all this cheer
But as long as you’re with me, it’s always the time of the year
You both sang the chorus, looking deeply into each other’s eyes as you continued to work on cutting out gingerbread men.
You make every day feel like it’s Christmas
Never wanna stop
Feeling’ like the first thing on your wishlist
Right up at the top
I can’t deny what I’m feeling inside
Nothin’ fake about the way you bring me to life
You make every day feel like it’s Christmas
Ever day that I’m with you
“You do know the lyrics.”, you teased him, taking another sip of your hot chocolate while raising your eyebrows.
“Only because it’s true.”
“What’s true?”
“You make everyday feel like it’s Christmas. Like you’re the best present I’ve ever received and you make me the happiest man in the entire world and I can’t wait to marry you.”
“I love you.”, you sighed dreamily.
“I love you too.”
“Wanna start on that new tradition?”
“And what’s that?”, Joe teased.
“Well, if you’re serious about making these cookies with our own babies in a few years.”
“I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”
“By the way, the holiday apron—very sexy.”, you smirked, sitting your hot chocolate down.
Would anyone be interested in submitting little one shots of JQ or his characters for Christmas/New Year’s? I know it would be rushed but….we could have some fun!
Okay, I’ll be updating Geta hopefully this week coming. Also, plan to try and publish remaining parts of there. With Christmas coming up, does anyone have any requests?
Any requests including Christmas, send them to me.
Character and scenario. I’m pretty open to writing anything. I also have some one shots in the works.
Thanks to @josephs-quinns for my header! Love you!
You didn’t come from a wealthy family. It was quite the opposite actually. But your parents needed this and for some reason, the emperor had caught you out as one of the women he wanted to meet to potentially become his wife. Caracalla. Emperor Caracalla was the eldest son of Emperor Septimius Severus. Caracalla and his father were part of the Severan dynasty. There was a lot of talk about him, his brother Geta, and his father amongst the empire. People had to be careful how they spoke of them, however. But it was Caracalla’s father and mother that were finding it important for their sons to find wives and begin a family. You were sure he could have cared less—he could sleep with any woman he wanted.
He and his brother was in a position of power and authority, two of the most important things this day and age. Any woman in their right mind would not turn down either Emperor. Part of you was hoping he’d choose you—for your family’s sake. They’d be highly favored if the emperor chose you. But you wouldn’t return to your normal life. You’d instantly be taken in by the family, beginning preparations to make you his wife. It was all overwhelming to think about.
You knew that there would be women lined up for a chance to court and marry Emperor Caracalla. He had been co-augustus with his brother now for some time, getting the real taste of what it was like to rule. His true colors would show through soon enough, they always did. Every ruler, every time. It never failed. He had a huge weight on his shoulders.
One could only imagine the weight he had on his shoulders. It was something you couldn’t imagine—learning the ropes so that one day you could take over the empire from under your father. His life was royalty, but you were sure it probably wasn’t easy. There were standards he had to live up to and achieve. That would be hard in itself, having such an expectation to live up to. You shook your head lightly just thinking about it.
The journey to get to Caracalla was going to be a long one, one that you weren’t sure you were mentally prepared to endure. As bad as you hated to admit it, part of it felt like a death sentence—a march to your uncertain and untimely death. Maybe that was being a little dramatic. But your life as you knew it was over, wasn’t it? Life would never be the same if he chose you as his partner. This would be a huge undertaking.
Part of you was content that your mother had agreed to take this journey with you. It was comforting to have her near, a familiar faucet in this unfamiliar setting. If Caracalla chose you, the wedding would be extravagant and grand. It would be something you could only dream about, something so far out of your reach. But was it now? That was to be determined.
Each one of you had to introduce yourselves to him and bow before him. He and his brother were on the throne together, picking over each one of you. When it got to you, you thought you might forget your name that your stomach was flipping so hard. But somehow, you had made it. Geta even had eyes on you, narrowing them as he bit his lip and fiddling with his rings subconsciously.
Geta looked over at Caracalla before turning back to you. He said something and then chuckled but it was inaudible. It made you nervous. But somehow, something must have went right. You were still here and still in the running to be Caracalla’s wife. They had narrowed it down to just a few of you. There were also just a few for Geta. But he seemed as if he could care less. It was a hot night during summer and you couldn’t sleep.
You probably shouldn’t have went off by yourself but you were trying to get some fresh air. The imperial palace had many twists and turns and you started to feel like you had just been going in circles. There was a soft sound like water running, peaking your curiosity. It had to be outside, right? Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and opened the door. There was steam and the sound of water splashing. You looked around, trying to find something—anything.
You saw some clean fabric lying off to the side.
“Lost?”, a voice echoed against the water.
You looked up, horror across your face. You were met with the dark eyes of Geta. He was naked, the glisten of water reflecting with barely any soap on his body.
“Um—I’m so sorry—
“Are you?”
“I am.”, you stammered quickly, grasping at your night clothes.
He chuckled lightly, making no attempt to cover himself. “Don’t you know you aren’t supposed to see your future husband’s brother naked?”
“I—”
“Aw, can you form a full sentence, love?”
He was taunting you. He knew you were flustered, it was all over your face. You began to think what a jerk he was.
“I didn’t mean to—I promise.”
Geta chuckled again and you felt your eyes go south, immediately taking the view in. He was huge and your brain tried to process how that would even fit inside you—you mean Caracalla’s—if it looked anything like his. You bit your lip subconsciously. You had never seen a man naked before. Part of it made you feel pathetic.
“Are you sure?”, he smirked, the smile twisting up into his cheeks, becoming more sinister.
“I am—I just wanted fresh air. That’s all.”
He smiled to himself, continuing his bath. “Hm. You know—are you sure you want to marry my brother?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean—I.”
“What has you so flustered? Never saw the male anatomy before?”
“No.”, you admitted easily, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear, feeling your cheeks heating up.
Geta smirked to himself before looking up at you. You couldn’t help but watch as he took his hands over his body as if he was tempting you, showing himself off.
“Nothing to be nervous about, love.”
“What do you mean?”
He smirked, his lips twisting in a crooked smile. “I mean—you can get acquainted.”
“W-when?”
“Now.”
“Now? I’m sorry I don’t see your brother around—”
“Not with my brother—with me.”, he corrected.
You heard water dripping, him wringing the cloth out in his hands. His curls were dripping with water, the water beginning to cascade down his back and chest. You felt yourself swallow hard, getting distracted by the sight. He noticed, beginning to chuckle to himself.
“I bet you’ve never even had a man appreciate your body, have you?”
You swallowed hard, shaking your head. You couldn’t even make eye contact with him, beginning to wringing his hands. “No.”
Your response was meek, even making you feel weak.
He scoffed to himself lightly. “I thought so. Well, you can come over here—I don’t bite, you know—unless you want me to.”, he laughed.
Your lip curved, unsure if you should take his advice. Your entire body felt like it was shaking and you barely had the ability to move your legs, putting one in front of the other. His golden brown eyes were fixed on you as you walked towards him. He watched you swallow hard before he reached his hand out to take yours.
“Don’t slip and fall.”, he began. “We need to first—get you out of these clothes.”
“We do?”
“We do.”, he confirmed, beginning to touch the soft cotton fabric on your shoulder.
Considering it was hot and summertime, you were wearing a thinner gown to sleep in. It was nicer than anything you had at home, if you were being honest. Your mother and father had did their best to give you a good life but this was your chance to make theirs better. Would this one night screw that up?
His voice was barely above a whisper as he began to carefully undo your grown, sliding the fabric off your shoulders. His fingers sent chills over your entire body as one hand gripped your shoulders and the other helped the fabric slide down until you knew your cleavage was revealed and soon your breasts would be. He noticed your breathing hitch and he stopped, his brown eyes focused on you.
“Relax.”
You nodded, swallowing again.
His eyes panned back down to your body, the gown sliding down almost like a curtain falling down. The soft summer breeze was blowing through, only causing the chills to intensify. You felt your nipples harden and wondered if he noticed. But he did. You were left completely naked in front of him. Little did you know, but to him, you looked like one of the sculptures. Perfect in every way.
“Look at you.”, he cooed as he grabbed your chin, tilting your head up to force you to make eye contact with him.
“So beautiful.”
“You’re giving compliments?”
“Only to you.”
“I’m not even in the running to be your wife.”
He chuckled. “Just try and relax. Let’s get you cleaned up a little.”
You watched as he grabbed a cloth and dipped it in the bath. Your eyes fluttered shut as you braced yourself for the touch, the sensation of the cool washcloth. He heard your sharp inhale as he took the washcloth over your skin, starting at the top of your collarbone. Even if it was a warm night, the water was cool. He was careful when he was washing you, something you were surprised he even knew how to do.
“How do you feel?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m asking how you’re feeling—about all this.”, Geta responded, as if nothing was pressuring him or bothering him.
It was nice that he wasn’t stressed in this situation.
“I’m—fine.”, you finally managed to get out as he moved down your arms.
His strokes with the washcloth was soft and sensual. He knew what he was doing.
“Are you?”
Your eyes finally opened to meet his. His eyes were fixed on you, watching you for every reaction as he moved the cloth.
“Yes.”
“You seem nervous, love.”
“I’m no-not.”, you gulped.
He shifted his shoulders slightly, having stood in one position for too long,
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“You are.”
“I mean—I’ve just never been with a man before—like this.”
“We’re going to learn a lot.”, Geta smiled, his perfect teeth shining. “You just need to relax and let me take care of things.”
“Have you been with women before?”, you blurted out.
Geta gave a hearty laugh. “Oh, love—I’ve been with many.”
You felt a pang in your chest and it was against better judgement. Why were you feeling this way about a man who didn’t feel this way about you? Deep down inside, you knew this was only about sex. Your mom had taught you very little about sex and how the human anatomy worked. All you knew was once a man and woman were married, they’d usually consummate their marriage and end up with a baby. How all that process worked, well—you weren’t sure.
“I see.”
“Doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy you, darling.”, Geta smirked, tilting your chin up in order to force eye contact with him.
You felt weak in this moment. He had power over you and he knew it.
You swallowed hard again. “How do—do you know?”
“Because you’re a virgin, aren’t you? No one’s ever taken a bite from that sweet apple. Have they darling?”
Your stomach twisted and curved in knots. You had never felt this feeling before and you were trying to wrap your head around it.
“No.”
“Mhm and to think you’re going to let me have that first bite.”, he nuzzled his nose into your neck before kissing it softly.
Maybe there was a side to him that he wasn’t letting others see.
“And who says I’m going to let you have it?”
You felt his lips pull away from your neck, finding him looking you dead in the eyes, his brows furrowing and eyes narrowing.
“You’d deny one of your emperors?”
That was the look a lot of Rome had saw too much. When Geta gave this look, heads usually rolled. In this moment, you could see ruthless ruler.
“No—your majesty.”
His face relaxed slightly as he realized he was making you nervous.
“Very well.”
You held your breath waiting for what he would do next. You closed your eyes briefly as his hands slid down your waist and stomach. You heard water splashing lightly before his thick, broad hands found their way on your thighs. His cold rings sending chills across your delicate skin.
Your eyes popped open. “What—what are you doing?”
“Just admiring you. Wouldn’t hurt for me to feel how tight and wound up you are for me, would it?”
Your stomach twisted into knots.
“And how-how would you do that?”
Geta smirked up at you. “Just trust me.”
“Your majesty, please.”
“Spread your legs for me.”
With a thick sigh, you did as he requested. Who were you to argue with the emperor? You were glad he was holding your thighs or else you felt like your legs might give out. You felt his thick fingers trail up the inner side of your thigh right above your cunt. His fingers teased the outside of it.
“You’re already drenched, love.”
He heard another thick sigh escape your lips as you closed your eyes shut, almost as tight as they’d go.
“It isn’t anything to be embarrassed about, love.”
You sighed again. “I know—I just feel like we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why not?”
Geta paused, his fingers barely creeped up before entering your cunt causing you to lose your breath.
“I don’t-I’m not sure.”
He had rendered you senseless. You couldn’t even finish a complete sentence. A devilish smile curved across his lips as he continued to work his ringed fingers inside of you, hitting all the right spots. You bit your lip, trying to hold back any sounds but you weren’t even sure if someone could hear you out here.
“Don’t hold back.”, he commanded as he felt you almost go limp in his arms.
“Can—anyone—hear?”, you asked, breathless.
“No.”
That made you feel slightly more at ease. It didn’t take anything else to make you feel comfortable with him. At first, it was soft moans escaping your mouth. But as he kept pushing his fingers deeper inside you, rings brushing your walls, you began to lose yourself. Your eyes began rolling back in your head and he was barely doing anything to you.
He noticed when your moans picked up, becoming louder.
“Like that?”
You nodded.
“I need words.”
“Y-yes.”, you managed to choke out.
His finger stroked longer and slower, drawing it out.
“Think my brother could do this for you?”
Your eyes opened, looking at him. He had clearly got your attention.
“The answer is no. My brother has never been with a woman before, if I’m being honest.”
He was cocky but you were beginning to love that quality about Geta. Caracalla seemed to walk more in Geta’s shadows or at least that’s how it appeared. No one dared to say it out loud. There was speculation that there was a lot of tension between the two brothers. Geta seemed so sure of himself and that was another reason he was so convincing.
Before you could speak, his fingers slid deeper inside you, causing your stomach to twist and turn. He was hitting the spot that made you forget your name. All of this was new to you as you had never ever been with a man.
“Found the spot, didn’t I?”
You nodded, trying to catch your breath.
“Just wait until I put my cock inside you.”
Your eyes widened. He didn’t stop moving his fingers inside you which caused the heat in your stomach to build.
“That’s right, I want to fuck you and make you mine.”, he confirmed.
“What?”
“What did you think this was all for?”
“And how would—we explain that to your brother?”, you managed to get out in-between moans.
“I’ll take care of that.”
The feeling in the pit of your stomach was intensifying, ready to come to a boiling point. He noticed it too and knew what was coming. He smiled again, his brown eyes watching you—waiting for you to release. It would be instant gratification for him. And he couldn’t wait. He watched with a hellish grin as your back arched and you let out the loudest moan you had all night long and he felt you tighten around his fingers.
He chuckled lightly and he felt you all over his fingers. You looked up at him, confused as to what had just occurred.
“What—?”
“You came, darling. All over my fingers.”, he smirked as he slowly eased his fingers out of your cunt, causing you to gasp at the loss of contact.
He brought his fingers up to his mouth, spreading them apart and admiring your juices on his fingers. Before you could speak, he inserted his fingers in his mouth and closed his eyes, reveling in the taste of you.
“You’re finer than anything Rome has to offer.”, he breathed.
“I am?”
“Yes, you are, darling and now what if we go to my room and you let me take what’s rightfully mine?”
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“What’s going on?”, Joe repeated after he saw your face eased up lightly. “Fuck. Have I sent you in premature labor? I’ll never forgive myself.”
He was beginning to spiral.
“She’s just kicking me and moving like crazy. She kicked me in my ribs.”, you looked up at him softly, not noticing his hand on the small of your back.
“Oh.”
You smiled lightly, not being able to hold it back even if you were pissed at him. “Yeah, she just heard your voice. She always does that.”
“She does?”, Joe asked easily, a soft smile creeping up on his cheeks as he sniffled lightly.
“Yeah, she does.”, you admitted. “That’s another reason I’m so fucking pissed at you right now.”
Joe looked you in the eyes. “Can I touch your belly?”
You were silent, meeting his glance. “I don’t know.”
Joe sighed. “I love you and our baby so much. Can you please just hear me out? Let’s go sit down. Your feet look a little swollen, love.”
“I’m fine.”
Joe eyed you.
“I don’t need to sit down. I’m just pregnant not helpless.”
“Love, I’m not saying you’re helpless I just want you to relax a little. You’ve been pushing yourself. I know you walked here.”
You groaned softly. “Fine. Only because my feet are hurting.”
He nodded, keeping his hand on the small of your back as you both walked over to the couch, him letting you sit down first. You did, instantly resting your back against the couch.
“You can put your feet up, love.”
“I’m fine, Joe. Please. You’re being over baring.”
Placing your hand on your forehead, you closed your eyes in an attempt to relax. You took your other free hand and rubbed your belly in an attempt to calm her down.
“Can I make a suggestion?”
“What’s that?”, you asked unamused.
“Can I rub your feet while you hear me out? Please?”
You sighed, knowing you were going to give in. “Fine but only because my feet are really hurting.”
“Lay back and put them up here.”, he patted his lap easily.
You carefully repositioned yourself on the couch, bringing you feet up and placing them on Joe’s lap. Even that was a struggle being seven months pregnant. You laid your head back on the pillow of the couch as Joe moved your feet easily, bringing them closer to him. He wanted to tell you how cute you looked in those pajama pants and plain t-shirt. It didn’t do anything to hide your bump. You sighed as you tried to relax, Joe beginning to rub your feet and kneading them.
“Can I start?”, he asked softly.
“Go ahead.”, your breathing was hitched as he continued.
“I don’t know how she found me.”, he began, sighing. “I came home from work and noticed there was an unfamiliar car in my driveway. But as soon as I pulled up beside it, I realized who was in the car. She got out and instantly began questioning me about everything.”
“Why did she say she came?”, you breathed, feeling slightly more relaxed.
Joe noticed, a soft smile on his lips. He was taking both hands and really digging his thumbs into your skin while causing a sigh to escape your lips. You didn’t want him to know that his felt good.
“She said she looked me up online, found out what college I was teaching at. I don’t know how she fucking found the house. But as soon as she came in, she realized I wasn’t living alone which I openly told her I have a girlfriend….a pregnant girlfriend who I loved and wanted to be with. Only you.”, he breathed, seeing now that you were relaxed. It was clear on your face, making him feel better.
“And then?”
Joe could hear the sleepiness creeping up in your voice.
“I told her she blew her chance. I left my home to start over brand new. And I’ve done that. I’ve got you and a baby on the way. Life couldn’t be better. She persisted, refusing to leave and arguing with me so that’s why I didn’t answer your calls or texts. I should have given you a heads up, but I just wanted her to leave.”
“Is she gone now?”, your voice was becoming slow and drawn out.
“Yes.”
You nodded, humming softly as he continued rubbing your feet. “Did you tell her to leave you alone?”
“Yes.”
“Do you really want me and our baby?”, your eyes were closed.
“Of course I do. I love you both more than life itself.”
You nodded.
“Don’t fall asleep, love. At least let me get you to your bedroom.”
“I’m not sleepy.”
“You are so. You’re gonna fall asleep right now. I can rub your feet in your bedroom.”
“Fine.”
Joe stopped rubbing your feet just a minute as you sat up, feeling groggy. He helped you off the couch easily and you both walked to your bedroom. It was a long walk before he opened the door to your bedroom, the room hadn’t changed since you had left to stay with Joe most of the time. He peeled your covers back carefully.
“Are you gonna sleep in those?”
“Kinda want them off. They’re rubbing under my belly.”, you sighed, pulling at the waistline of the pajama pants.
“I can take them off for you.”
You looked up at him. “I can take my pants off.”
“Just let me help you. You’re seven months pregnant, love. Please.”
“Okay.”, you relented.
Joe easily grabbed the waistline of your pajama pants, pulling them down your legs and you instantly felt relief. You stepped out of them, Joe folding them and putting them on the back of your desk chair. This only left you in your panties and t-shirt.
“Do you have a bra on?”, he asked softly.
“No.”
“Okay, love. Need help getting in bed?”
“No, I think I’m okay.”, you sat down on the edge of the bed.
You swung your legs up in the bed and instantly felt comfortable. It wasn’t your all’s big king sized bed at Joe’s but as tired as you were, it felt good.
“Scoot over, love.”, Joe breathed and you followed his command.
He was beside you in bed and the feeling in the pit of your stomach was coming back. You hated to admit it. One minute you were pissed and the next you felt horny. It was all confusing. But Joe seeing you half naked and pregnant was driving him crazy.
“Want me to rub your feet some more?”
“They feel better now. You can go home if you want.”, you sighed.
“I don’t want to go home without you.”, he sighed, brushing through your hair easily.
“How do I know you’re not gonna leave me or cheat on me once I have the baby?”
“I won’t, love. I want a chance to prove it to you. Can you please give me that chance? Will you please come home with me tonight?”
“Tori’s out buying us food. And wants to watch a movie with me. I can’t just leave her right now. Plus, she’ll be home any minute.”
“Can you at least eat dinner with her and watch the movie, have your girl time, but when you’re done I want you to come home, be with me.”, he took your hand easily.
You let him. He turned over in bed, placing his hand on your belly and beginning to rub it. You didn’t fight him. Honestly, it felt like home. It felt good. You had missed him even in the short hours of being away from him. He almost thought he was dreaming when he heard you sigh.
“Everything okay, love?”
“Fine.”
“I don’t even wanna go home alone for a few hours.”
“I’ll come home.”, you sighed. “Just shower and grade papers until I get there.”, you smirked.
“You’re not walking back. I’m coming to get you.”
“Okay. You’re so bossy.”, you groaned easily before laughing.
“Just protective of my girlfriend and my baby.”, he leaned down and kissed your belly easily.
Your t-shirt was riding up, a perfect opportunity to rub your belly and kiss it. You felt the baby move easily, causing you to shift lightly in bed.
“You’re making me want you and I’m mad at you for it.”
“How do you want me?”, he whispered.
“You know how, silly.”
“Want me to fuck you here in your room? And hoping your friend doesn’t come back before we finish?”, he hummed, beginning to kiss your neck. “Pull your panties to the side and finger you?”
“Joe.”, your breathing hitched.
“Mhmm like that thought baby?”, he breathed, finally feeling comfortable enough to call you baby again.
“Love it but I’d love it even better if you’d put it inside of me.”
“Yeah?”, Joe hummed.
“Yeah, can you do that for me?”, you laid on your back.
“Want me to take this shirt off? I’ll help you get dressed before Tori gets back.”
“Yeah, please.”
“Lean up, baby.”, he breathed as you did just enough for him to pull the shirt up and over your head.
“Has your breasts gotten fuller?”
“I think so. But at least they don’t hurt.”
“That’s great, baby.”, he breathed as he leaned down and kissed your neck before gently squeezing your right breast in his hand.
“Fuck.”, you hissed easily but it was with pleasure no pain.
He chuckled softly as he let go of your breast, hands moving down your body before he grabbed the waistband of your panties, beginning to slide them down your legs.
“You want these off, don’t you, love?”
“Fuck yeah—I do.”, you moaned.
Joe smirked as he took them off from around your feet, easily bringing them up to his face. You were laying there naked and he took it in for a minute before he hurriedly began stripping his clothes in front of you, tossing his sweater, slacks, underwear and socks in the floor. You swallowed hard as you noticed his arms. It made your stomach ache and you couldn’t wait to have those arms wrapped around you.
“Don’t, Joe.”, you laughed nervously.
“Why not?”, he stuck them up to his nose, inhaling the scent.
“Because I’m getting bigger and I’m pregnant…..”
Joe glared at you, naked as he held your underwear to his face. “That’s normal.”
“Yeah but I feel like I’m sweating all the time and….I don’t know.”, you trailed off softly.
“Smells just like it always does, love. Your scent intoxicates me and makes me want inside of you even more.”
You smirked up at him. “Well, come fuck me. Please.”
“How do you want it, baby?”
“Missionary.”, you didn’t hesitate.
“You love me again?”, Joe asked as he laid your underwear over in the bed as he climbed on top of you, his cock tracing your entrance.
“Never stopped loving you—was just mad at you, hurt by you.”, you corrected as you swallowed hard.
“Mhm, I wanna make love to you—not fuck you.”, Joe breathed as he leaned down to kiss you.
“It’s gotta be a little fast, babe. She could come back any minute.”, you said through kisses.
“I know, love. Give me your hand.”, he breathed softly as he smirked at you, brown eyes filled with a mix of love and desire.
“Okay.”, you breathed as you laced your fingers with his.
“Now, I’m gonna slide in, baby. Alright?”, Joe breathed.
“Okay, babe. I’m ready.”, you breathed, looking into his eyes.
Your breathing hitched as you felt him trace your entrance before he slid in, immediately causing you to go wide eyed. He slid all the way in, looking down at you to make sure you were alright.
“Feeling okay, love?”
“Fi—ine just—you’re so big and I feel like I’m being stretched out.”
Joe chuckled softly. “You’re still tight, love.”
Once he was confident that he was in all the way, he took his free hand and brushed down your cheek as he was careful with how much pressure he was putting on your belly.
“God, you’re so beautiful.”
“Whatever.”, you smiled softly, feeling his cock throb inside of you.
“I mean it—I love you so fucking much.”
You smiled again before he leaned down and kissed you before quickly leaning up and beginning to thrust inside of you. Immediately you moaned out loud enough that if someone else was in the dorm, they would have heard you. You prayed the walls weren’t paper thin so someone could hear you both. It was going to get loud—you just knew it was. There was so many pent up emotions and feelings that you both had.
“I love you—more.”, your voice was shaky from his rhythm.
“Not possible.”, he breathed, the sweat already forming on his forehead.
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you enjoyed the familiar feeling of having him here. The few hours you spent without him was the most miserable of your life and if you were being honest—after graduation, you dreaded not seeing him again. It just wasn’t going to work. But now, you had this promise of a life together after everything. You were having his baby. His glasses were beginning to fog up as you took your free hand taking them off his face and laying them on your bedside table.
The feeling of him being buried inside of you was euphoric—better than anything you had ever felt. You heard his soft grunts as he worked himself inside of you. It made your stomach ache as if him being inside of you wasn’t enough. He loved watching you come undone under his touch. Your mouth was gaped open lightly, soft moans falling from your lips. It was one of his favorite memories of you, he always remembered it. It was the same each time you all had sex.
“Just look at you.”, he hummed.
“What about me?”
“So sexy—I just—can’t get over it.”
“Whatever.”
“It’s true—fuck you feel so good.”
A soft sigh came from you and he knew he was doing all the right things. He knew he was on a time crunch before Tori came back and the just added to the thrill of things. You were laying sprawled out in bed, the old dorm bed beginning to squeak under the weight of you both. It was rhythmic, on beat like a metronome to your love making. You were sure these beds had never seen anything like this before. Or it had been a long time since they had.
“Wanna make things more comfortable for you.”, he swallowed as you watched his Adam’s apple bob.
“With what, babe?”
“Missionary. Let’s put a pillow under your back and then you just put your knees at my waist. It’ll feel really good—I read about it.”
“Okay—but don’t pull out, please—don’t pull out.”, you begged as he grabbed another pillow from behind your head.
“Just for a second and I’ll slide right back in. I promise. Okay, love?”
You sighed, this time not thrilled at the thought of losing contact with him. But you knew he had good intentions and was only trying to make you feel better. You braced yourself, feeling him slide out. You whimpered lightly and he leaned down to kiss you.
“So sorry baby, this will only take a second. Just roll on your side.”
He was still holding your hand, brushing his thumb over your hand in an attempt to reassure you. You rolled on your side as he slipped a pillow under your back.
“Now just roll back over and tell me if you’re comfortable, love.”
You did as he asked, your back feeling instant relief. As your pregnancy continued to progress, your lower back was aching a lot. He could see on your face you already felt better.
“Better baby?”
“Better.”
Joe couldn’t help but notice the wet spot on the sheets while you were rolled over and he placed a pillow under you. It made his cock throb and twitch knowing he made you that wet for him.
“Okay, baby. Want me back inside of you?”, he leaned down, pressing his cock into your thigh as he shared a few slow kisses with you.
“Please.”, you moaned softly.
“Okay, baby. Just spread your legs for me.”
Without any hesitation, you did as he asked, your stomach aching at the thought of him going back inside you. You needed a release, you needed to cum. It made you feel so much better and brought you both so much closer each time. Once again, he lined himself up at your entrance, sliding in so much easier this time. No pain, just pleasure. All escaped you was a sigh and Joe knew he was in the right spot.
“Feel good, baby?”
“The best.”, you admitted.
He chuckled seductively. “Good—I’m so—glad.”
It suddenly didn’t matter that Tori was on her way back any second now. It didn’t matter you all were in your dorm room fucking in the bed. Nothing else mattered but him and you—and this baby you all had created. That was everything to you both. Joe closed his doe brown eyes carefully as he continued to fuck himself into you. All that filled the room was the sound of sex, his balls smacking against your ass and the bed creaking with each thrust. You weren’t exactly used to hearing the break creak under each thrust because at his house—home—it didn’t happen.
“Fuck, Joe—what if we break this bed?”, you sighed.
“Oh well.”, he hummed. “It’ll be worth it as long as I please you.”
You smiled brightly. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.”
You hummed in satisfaction as you closed your own eyes, squeezing his hand gently. The world around you was slipping away, praying and hoping Tori didn’t come back so soon. His sounds were like music to your ears, only making your orgasm barrel towards you. Usually, you told Joe you wanted to edge yourself a little but you didn’t know if that would be possible tonight.
“Wanna edge or wanna cum, baby?”
It was like he could read your mind.
“Think—I’m gonna—have to—just cum soon.”, you hiccuped through thrusts, mouth becoming extremely dry.
“Aw, my baby wants to cum, doesn’t she?”
The feeling in the pit of your stomach intensified. “I do.”
“Let’s make that happen. What’s gonna push you over the edge, baby?”
“I—don’t—just tell me—how much you love me, want me—please.”
“Of course I will, baby.”, he moved your all’s entangled hands closer just so he could plant a kiss on yours causing your lips to curve into a lazy smile.
He continued thrusting deep inside of you, groaning lightly. This only made you fall more in love with him—if that was even possible. How did you possibly think a few hours ago that you could live without him?
“Well,”, he smiled, curls already sticking to his forehead. “For starters, you’re beautiful. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I knew the first day you walked into my class—I had to have you. I had to make you mine.”
“And what if I hadn’t felt the same?”, you teased, moaning lightly.
Joe chuckled. “Oh—I knew you felt the same. I could see it all over your face. You wanted me to make the first move—to let you know it was okay.”
“Whatever.”
“You found it sexy that I sought you out, didn’t you? Out of all the girls that I could have had.”
“Maybe.”, you admitted through a moan as he hit that spot—the one that would make you cum, the one that would make you putty in his hands.
“I had to make you mine. And now you are—even carrying my baby. Do you know how much that means to me? I love you more than anything in this world. I want you more than anything. You’re the reason I want to wake up in the mornings, the reason I want to go on.”, he hummed as he squeezed your hand.
“Aw, babe.”, you moaned.
“I mean it, baby. Can’t wait for us to have our little baby girl. She’s gonna look beautiful just like you. I am so glad you agreed to come home—there’s no way I could have made it without you.”
“Joe.”
“I’m serious. I was a wreck without you—just for a few hours.”
“Joe—I think—I’m gonna cum.”
Your voice was pathetic, needy at best. But Joe loved every word and how sweet it sounded. To him, it wasn’t pathetic at all.
“Cum baby. Can’t wait to feel you all over my cock. Can I cum inside of you?”
“Yeah—oh shit—I’m cumming, Joe. Right—now.”, you moaned as your eyes rolled back in your head and your nails sank into his hand, squeezing it for dear life.
You’d be squeezing it really hard again in just a few months.
“Oh fuck—oh, baby—feels so good. Can I cum? Please? I’m asking permission.”
Joe continued to work himself inside of you, helping you ride out the high of your orgasm. That was one of your favorite parts when you all had sex.
“You don’t—have to ask.”, you barely managed to get out.
“Let’s finish you up, baby. Shit, feels so good on my cock. I love making you cum.”
You smirked up at him lazily, eyes becoming heavy. All you would want to do now was sleep. But you couldn’t. You had to eat and get back home to him.
“I love when you make me cum and I love you.”, you beamed up at him, eyes full of love.
Joe chuckled. “I swear if you weren’t already pregnant—I’d make you pregnant.”
You giggled lightly. “I believe it. Our little girl was a surprise. Can’t wait to find out one day what it’s like the we’re actually trying.”
A smirk curved across Joe’s lips before his brown eyes fluttered shut. Your cunt finally stopped contracting around his cock. Now, it was his turn.
“Oh baby—I’m so close—gonna fill you full. Is that okay?”
“Of course, babe.”, you took your free hand and touched his cheek, feeling the stubble tickle your fingers.
As soon as he felt your soft hand touch his cheek, he released a soft sigh and let his brown eyes flutter shut before opening again. He was working hard to have an orgasm now that he had taken care of you. This was only a fraction of what he would do to make it up to you. This was only the beginning. The bed continued to squeak, maybe even intensifying but neither of you registered it. He was too drunk of your cunt as you were his cock.
“Baby….”, Joe moaned out.
“Go ahead, babe. Cum for me.”, you spoke softly, coercing him.
He loved when you helped him with his orgasm. Your voice was so soft and filled with love.
“Fuck—baby, oh—here it comes.”, he warned as his eyes rolled back softly in his head and he grunted, rutting himself into you a few more times for good measure before giving one more big thrust.
It was just a second before you felt his cock begin to pump deep inside of you, filling you with his warm cum. You smiled softly as he held himself inside of you making sure that you didn’t miss any of it. The next thing that happened scared you both to death nearly. It was a split second but you felt the bed shift, letting out a squeal and Joe had a look of horror on his face. Once it was over and you all realized what happened, you both began laughing lightly as he was still finishing inside of you.
“Did we just—?”
“Break the bed?”, Joe laughed. “I think so.”
“Dammit.”, you brushed through your hair with your free hand.
“Don’t worry about it, love. These beds are probably old—from the nineties or something. They’ve not seen um—activity like that in awhile.”
You laughed easily before he leaned down and kissed you again, both of you deepening the kiss.
“Ready for me to pull out, love?”, he cooed.
“Yeah.”, you sighed, preparing yourself as you closed your eyes.
“Alight, baby. Here it goes.”, he breathed and you felt him leave you and letting go of your hand, some of his cum spilling out onto the bed.
You winced lightly before he got up almost immediately, some of his cum still at the tip of his cock. You hated when he let go of your hand.
“You’re leaving?”, you sighed.
“Baby, you said Tori would be back any second.”, Joe slid on his underwear and slacks.
“I know. But I kinda wanted cuddles.”, you pouted with a sigh before sitting up yourself and having a more difficult time from being seven months pregnant.
Joe smiled softly before touching your cheek. “Tonight I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
You smiled easily. “Fine. Can you help me get dressed?”
“Of course, baby.”, he finished buttoning his shirt.
He helped you stand up, allowing you to lean on him as you needed. He helped you back into your underwear first, this giving him a chance to admire your body.
“I’m so used to undressing you.”, he smirked.
“It’s getting harder to do everything—getting dressed, shaving. Putting shoes on even.”, you groaned.
“I’ll help you any time you ask.”, Joe looked up at you with his soft brown eyes.
“I hate to ask you.”
He helped put your bra on, asking you to turn around lightly before responding. “Love, you’re not in this alone.”
“I know. I just—I’m so used to being independent.”
Joe smirked as he fastened your bra. “I know. But I don’t mind helping you shave or get dressed in the mornings or helping you put your shoes on. I’m your boyfriend.”, he swallowed hard, making sure not to mess up.
You turned back around, smiling at him brightly. “It’s like she popped overnight. Don’t you think? And you’re an amazing boyfriend.”
He looked down at your belly. “It looks different than a day or two ago. Bigger but I don’t mean that in a bad way.”
You smirked before you both shared another kiss and he helped you pull your pajama pants up. He wanted to be more than your boyfriend. But he was unsure how you felt about everything—especially since he fucked up tonight. He felt like he had a lot to make up for.
“I can get my t-shirt.”
“I’m gonna get going before Tori gets back, love. I’ll see you back home.”, Joe grabbed his keys and peacoat.
“Hey Y/Nickname! I’m home!”, Tori’s voice chimed.
“Shit.”
“Shit.”, Joe repeated, looking at you with panicked eyes.
“Get in my closet.”, you told him quickly.
“What?”
“Get in my closet. Hurry.”, you hissed.
Joe quickly did as you asked as you both quickly packed him into the closet. This made you feel like you were a teenager hiding your boyfriend in your room.
Tori opened your bedroom door. “Hey chinese and pizza are on the table. I also took the liberty of getting us cookies too. I know sugar is your favorite. Holy shit, what happened to your bed?”
You laughed nervously, looking back at your bed. "I laid down for a nap and it just kinda happened. Guess I’m getting fat.”
Tori rolled her eyes. “You[‘re not fat. These beds are old and suck. I’m gonna run to the bathroom for a few minutes before we eat, is that okay?”
“Yeah, definitely. I’ll meet you out there.”
Tori smiled, closing your door and you listened for her to close the bathroom door before running over to your closet.
“Joe, you have to go now.”
“I know, love.”, he responded as you opened your bedroom door quietly and you both rushed to the door of you dorm.
He looked at you, just for a moment before leaving. “I love you. Call me and I will come pick you up, okay?”
“Okay, baby. I love you.”
You both shared another small kiss.
“Now go.”, you smiled.
“I’ll be counting down the hours until I see you again.”
You smirked and closed the door gently before going back to the table and pulling your chair out, instantly feeling like you hadn’t eaten in weeks. This baby made you constantly hungry but you were excited to meet your baby girl and that moment couldn’t come soon enough.
Joe got into his car, breathing a sigh of relief. He was relieved that you had chosen to come home and give him a chance to do things right. He wasn’t the perfect boyfriend, he knew that. But he wanted to be there for you and Sophie for the rest of his life. It was finally sinking in that in just a few months you all would be bringing home your baby girl and it was new life that you would be caring for and nurturing. He was nervous but he was more excited than anything. You were giving him the best gift anyone ever could.
It was crazy to think that just an hour ago he was begging you to hear him out and it ended in amazing sex in your dorm room. He would have never done that with anyone else. When he was first hired, he remembered being warned in his onboarding process that there would be college girls who would try to seduce him in order to get better grades. He was warned that if he had sexual relations with a student, he would be immediately dismissed. He swallowed hard, slightly nervous.
Now, he not only had sexual relations with a student but you were pregnant by him. But with you, it was different. There was nothing for you to gain. You didn’t ask him for better grades, you wanted to be treated like every other student. If you failed, you wanted to fail honestly. The love between you both had grown immensely. In the beginning, it was fun sex with a hint of romance. But you both began to fall for each other. He wanted to be able to tell the world about you but it would be a few months.
Once you were a graduate, there was nothing that could be done. He just hoped the baby stayed in until then. He worried about you once you started taking exams. He didn’t want it to send you into premature labor. Even if your due date was just a couple weeks from graduation. He’d do whatever he could to alleviate your stress and make life easier on you. Before going home, Joe had an important stop he wanted to make. He pulled into the local Target and decided to do a lot of baby shopping—even it was seven thirty, almost eight. Maybe he could even get Starbucks. He needed a little pick me up.
Upon entering Target, he grabbed a shopping cart. People met his glance, him giving them a small smile back. They probably thought he was there to do grocery shopping but he was there to shop for the baby. He made a quick run over to Starbucks ordering a carmel macchiato before continuing his mission. He pulled out his iPhone quickly and texted you quickly.
-Hey baby, just wanted to say how much I love you and our baby girl. Miss you both already. Can’t wait to have you home in a few hours and prove just how much you mean to me XOXOXO <3
A small swoosh signified his message had sent before he slipped his phone back in his peacoat. He continued his way to the baby section, instantly noticing the grey crib and modern rocking chair with a matching ottoman that he knew you’d love. You’d be over the moon for it and if he was being honest, you both hadn’t even started working on the nursery and the baby would be here in a few months. He’d worry about that part in a few minutes—he needed to grab some essentials since you all didn’t have anything for her. His phone dinged in his pocket.
-We love you too, babe. So much. Can’t wait to be home with you. XOXO
He smiled down at his phone before he started down the aisle with diapers, beginning to grab some newborn diapers. It wasn’t like you were getting a baby shower surrounded by all your family and friends. Most of his family lived in London and some in Italy. He grabbed a couple boxes before also grabbing several multi-pack of wipes. You could never have too many wipes and diapers, right? Part of him wished he could call his mom and ask her what you all really needed. They didn’t know you were pregnant and maybe if you all traveled to Italy, it would be a better time to tell them. He debated the diaper genie, even throwing it into the cart.
He continued to stroll down the aisles, putting several things in the shopping cart. Just some of the items included a breast pump—a really expensive one but he wanted you to have the best of the best, bottles, pacifiers, bibs, sensory toys, a play mat (to match your nursery aesthetic he was planning of course), pack n play, a three in one stroller, a carseat, a bassinet, a bathtub, bath set, grooming set, a mirror so you could see the baby while you both were driving, a diaper bag, and he was getting ready to pick out some clothes for your baby girl along with some sheets for her crib and he was determined to buy you that rocking chair along with the crib and changing table to match.
He talked to an employee, arranging for the furniture to be delivered to the house tomorrow. He ended up getting a lot of clothes along with countless swaddling blankets. Once he checked out, it took two shopping carts to get everything out to his SUV, an employee being nice enough to help him. He didn’t even want you to see the receipt but this is what he had saved for. But it had took a small dent into his savings but it was worth it. His hands trembled, looking down at the receipt. He thanked the employee as they loaded everything rather quickly. He wanted to get everything home before you called for him to pick you up. It was finally hitting him—you all were bringing a baby home in a few months and he couldn’t wait.
Taking he final sip of his caramel macchiato, he sat the empty cup back in his cup holder as he backed out of the parking lot. He had a crazy idea tonight and he couldn’t help but feel the butterflies creeping up in his tummy. He drove home, the soft sound of the radio in the background. He decided he’d eat something really fast and attempt to unload everything before you called. He was in a frenzy as soon as he pulled into the driveway, quickly beginning to unload everything as fast as he could. He decided to leave it in the living room. As long as he could get it in the house, it would be okay. He was in the last leg of packing things inside when his phone rang.
He scrambled to grab it.
“Hey baby.”
“Hey, babe. I’m ready to come home. I’m getting ready to leave the dorm now.”
“Give me just about ten minutes and I’ll be there. Is that okay? Stay inside the building, okay?”
You giggled lightly. “Okay, babe. Yes, ten minutes is fine. I love you.”
“I love you too. See you in ten. Text me and just let me know everything is good, okay?”
He was so worried about you and the baby it wasn’t funny.
“I will. I love you. See you soon.”
“I love you too, baby. See you soon. I’ll call when I’m a block away.”
“Alright, babe.”
He hated the fact that he couldn’t just pull up to the door and get you but he knew that wasn’t in the best idea to keep your relationship intact. He finished bringing the last bag in before grabbing his keys and jumping into his SUV. He didn’t even take time to change or anything. He’d worry about eating when you were home with him. As he drove down the familiar road, he knew he was breaking the speed limit but he didn’t care. He had to get to you. The entire trip only took him around ten minutes as he pulled to the curb, immediately pulling his phone out.
Noticing the few texts from you telling him you were okay, he quickly dialed your number.
“Hello?”
“Hey, baby. I’m here.”
“Okay, I’ll stay on the phone with you as I walk. I’m walking out the door of the building now.”
“You’re such a good girl. You know that?”, he sighed with a hint of seduction in his voice, ignoring the growing bulge in his slacks.
“Mhm,”, you hummed. “Maybe I get a reward later?”
“If that’s what you want.”, he smirked even though you couldn’t see it.
“I kinda do—but I am also super exhausted. My back’s aching and Tori sent me home with leftovers.”
“I’ll take care of you. And how did she take you coming back to me?”
“She said she still doesn’t know who you are but she’ll find you and cut your dick off if you hurt me again—her words not mine.”, you laughed lightly.
Joe couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “I’m not. I love you.”
“I love you too—oh I see you. I’ll be right there.”
“Door’s unlocked, love.”
You hung up abruptly as you picked up your pace, racing to the car and quickly pulling the door open. You had left the pajamas on.
“Don’t judge me.”, you sighed as Joe helped you up into the passenger’s seat and you buckled up.
“I’m not.”, Joe smiled as he put the SUV in reverse. “You’re seven months pregnant.”
“And feeling every bit of right now.”
Joe laughed. “Are you giving mommy a hard time, baby girl?”, Joe rubbed your belly easily.
“She’s been so active. Kicking me in my ribs, bladder—you name it. The car is so warm—or I’m exhausted.”, you sank into the heated passenger seat, letting Joe keep his hand on your belly.
“I’ve got your heating pad at home already plugged in.”
“You do?”
He nodded. “Gotta make you comfortable.”
“And to to think I have like three more months. I’m gonna be huge.”
“You will not.”
You placed your hand over his that was still resting on your belly as he drove you both home. As soon as he turned into the driveway, you instantly began to perk up. He put his SUV in park, shutting the car off and looking over at you.
“I have to warn you.”, Joe eyed you, hand still on your belly.
He had kept it there for the entire car ride home.
“What?”, a sense of panic arose in you.
Joe smirked. “The living room is a huge mess.”
“It’s fine. I’ll clean it up tomorrow.”
“Love, you need to start taking it easy.”
He was playing along.
“It’s fine, really. I can sweep and mop. Do some laundry—it’s not a huge deal when you’re the one working and putting food on the table. You have a late tonight tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, but I can help you with the house work.”
“Nope, I’ll have it and dinner done by the time you get home tomorrow night.”
“After a nap?”
“After a nap.”, you reaffirmed as you both leaned in for a soft, tender slow kiss.
You broke apart and he got out first before coming over to open your door and help you out. You held your belly as you walked up the small flight of steps.
“It’s so cold out here.”, you shivered.
It was early March and it was even worse now that you had gotten out of his warm vehicle.
“We’ll get you warmed up, baby.”, he rubbed the small of your back as he dug his keys out. “I’m really sorry the living room is such a disaster.”
“It’s fine. I’ll get it cleaned up, babe. Don’t worry about it.”, you eyed him as he unlocked the door.
“Joe, really—I can do it.”, you protested as he moved to the side, letting you in the house first before his arm reached in and flipped on the light.
Joe smirked behind you as he heard you gasp lightly before he closed the door behind you all, locking it and then proceeding to put his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them lightly.
“What do you think, baby? Still wanna clean up my mess?”
“Joe—I—”, you stammered, trying to find words but you could feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you turned around to face him.
He had a soft smile on his face, maybe his eyes were watery too but he could definitely tell you were fighting back tears and he knew that was hard for you to do especially being seven months pregnant.
“When—when did you do this?”, you swallowed hard, blinking your tears away.
“Tonight after I left the dorm.”, he smiled, pulling you towards him and wrapping you up in his arms.
“You got like—everything.”, you breathed against him.
He chuckled. “I tried to. I’m sure I missed something but I knew we are getting closer everyday to her arrival and I wanted to make sure we’re prepared. I didn’t want you to have to stress about anything.”
“I love you.”, you pulled away from him just enough to look into his eyes as a tear slid down your cheeks.
He wiped it away quickly. “I love you too.”
Without further thought, you all shared a slow, passionate kiss before you broke away abruptly, making him feel like he had done something wrong.
“Have you eaten?”
“No.”, he admitted with a small laugh, looking down at the floor before running one of his hands through his curls.
“Joseph.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“No, go eat something please.”
“I’’m more worried about taking care of you.”, he smirked.
“You’re not going to do anything with me if you don’t go eat something.”, you smirked back up at him, running a hand through his curls before sliding your hand down his cheek and feeling his stubble while looking deep into his brown eyes.
“Fine.”, he groaned playfully before kissing you again.
“I think I’m gonna go change into my gowns. So much more comfy and then I’ll come back and join you.”
“I’ll be done before you get changed, love. You said eat something—you didn’t specify what.”
“Are you saying I’m slow?”
“No—not at all, love. I just wanna get you in the bedroom so bad—or are you too tired? I just want you to feel comfortable.”
You laughed easily, biting your lip. “I’m not too tired. And I mean—I wanted more after all that mind blowing sex you gave me earlier.”
“I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”, he breathed as he kissed you quickly before moving over to the fridge and began rummaging through it to find something to eat and quick.
“Okay.”, you smirked before turning around and going upstairs to his—your all’s bedroom.
Opening the door, the familiar scent of home filled your nose and instantly relaxed you. You took a sigh of relief as you plugged your nearly dead phone up and made your way over to your few sets of drawers. Your gowns, pajamas, underwear, and bra was in the top one. You grabbed one and closed it quickly before beginning to strip yourself which had became more difficult and challenging. But you were determined to do it before Joe came upstairs.
It felt like a work out but after a few minutes, you finally slid your gown on and climbed in bed and waited for him. It was just a few minutes before you heard his footsteps coming up the stairs.
“Hey, baby.”, he smiled.
“Hey, babe. What did you eat?”
“A sandwich. Now, I’m ready for dessert.”, he smirked as he closed the bedroom door softly, knowing you hated for it to be open in the middle of the night.
“Yeah?”, you hummed, stretching out slightly.
“Oh yeah.”, he hummed back in agreement as he began to quickly strip his slacks and dress shirt, leaving him only in his briefs as he climbed into the bed you both shared together.
You smirked up at him as he moved closer to you, beginning to kiss you. It was slow, sensual—all the perfect things that you liked to get you in the mood. His hand began to wonder from your chest down to your breasts, giving them both a gentle squeeze.
“Does—that—feel—okay, baby?”
“Amazing.”
“You’re so sexy.”, he hummed.
“Am I?”
“Is that really a question?”, he broke the kiss.
You glared at him softly. “Just feel so fat and pregnant sometimes.”, you groaned.
“You are not. You’re carrying our baby and that’s amazing to me.”
“You know just what to say, don’t you?”, you smiled up at him.
“I try.”, he smiled as his other hand trailed down your thighs to the hem of your gown, scooting up your legs to reveal more.
He heard you sigh as you eyes fluttered shut. He knew you wanted this almost as much if not more than he did. A smirk came across his lips as his hands continued up your inner thigh.
“Can I touch it?”, he breathed as you noticed his hard on through his briefs.
“Yeah.”
He moved your gown up higher revealing your thighs and he continued to work his fingers in-between your thighs, quickly realizing you had skipped out on the underwear as felt your naked cunt.
“Fuck—no panties?”, he breathed.
“Nope.”, you smiled as you felt his thumb brush over your clit, causing you breathing to hitch already.
“That’s so sexy.”, he hummed as his finger worked on your clit before he inserted his fingers without warning.
“Oh—fuck.”, you moaned.
“Feel good, baby?”
“Amazing—but I haven’t showered.”
“Don’t care. I think it’s sexy you’re still marked by me.”
You felt your stomach twist and turn, the familar aching feeling returning.
“You sure?”
“I don’t care, babe. Just let me make you feel good—relax you, so we can both cum and go to sleep. Sound good?”
“Sounds amazing.”, you admitted.
Instinctively, you spread your legs for him and gave him better access. He wasted no time working his fingers in and out of you as he leaned down to kiss you. You could hear the wet, squelching sounds fill the room. At times, you were still self conscious about having sex with him and the sounds that ensued sometimes but Joe was always quick to reassure you that those were normal and he loved them.
“Still so wet for me.”
“Haven’t—recovered from earlier.”, you smiled sheepishly.
“Me—either.”
You were completely comfortable in bed as he used his other free hand to begin playing with your breasts, cupping them and giving them gentle squeezes before he took your nipple inbetween his thumb and pointer finger beginning to play with them causing your back to arch slightly. He knew just what it took to get you ready and in the mood for him. He knew you were still slightly stretched out and wet for him, but he wanted to make sure before he slid inside of you.
“Joe….”, you moaned.
“Yes, love?”, he looked down at you dreamily.
“Can you fuck me?”
“Already?”, he smirked teasingly.
“Please.”, you swallowed hard. “Pretty please.”
“Baby, you don’t have to beg. Sure you don’t want me to eat you out first?”, his voice was deep and seductive.
“Later—need fucked now.”
He chuckled. “Okay, baby. Gonna pull my fingers out now, okay?”
You nodded as his fingers left your wet cunt and you whimpered lightly. He took his free hand and brushed through your hair in an attempt to reassure you and make you feel better.
“I’m so sorry, love.”
“It’s—fine, means I get the best part.”, you smiled up at him softly.
He brushed through your hair again before he brought his fingers up to his mouth, popping them in and causing you to gasp lightly. It was like he was sucking his fingers after having the most expensive, exquisite meal of all. He smirked devilishly as he licked his fingers clean, making sure he got every last drop.
“Fuck, you’re so sweet.”, he hummed as he positioned himself between your legs.
“Whatever.”, you smirked up at him.
“You are. Stop saying whatever.”, he smiled down at you as he brushed your hair back against the pillow.
He leaned down to share another kiss with you, making sure to make it passionate like he always did. You both moaned lightly into the kiss, eager for more.
“Hold my hand?”, he breathed between a kiss with a smile curving across his lips.
He wasn’t asking if you wanted to, he was asking if you would. He needed you now more than ever. That was clear. It was hard to focus on making love to you when in just less than an hour, he was going to change your life.
“Of course, lover.”, you smiled up at him as you grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers with his.
He chuckled lightly, knowing he was totally in love with you. He was head over heels for you and there was no denying that now. His brown eyes were shining as he leaned down to kiss you again, cock twitching between his thighs.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Ready for me to slide in baby?”
“Please—been ready.”, you moaned lightly, your chest rising and your grip on his hand tightening.
“Mhm gonna give it to you so good.”, he breathed before he moved his hips lightly, cock rubbing your cunt before he slid in causing you to immediately see stars.
You felt his split you wide open even if you all had just had sex a couple of hours ago. You were tight and you couldn’t help it no matter how hard you tried. It didn’t matter that you all had sex regularly and it didn’t matter he used his fingers on you.
“Joe?”, you moaned as he began to thrust deep inside of you.
So deep you could almost feel it in your belly.
“Yes, love?”
“What if—never mind.”, you shook your head lightly, trying to clear the intrusive thought from your mind.
“What if—what, love?”
“Nothing.”
“It’s something—now, tell me.”, he grunted as he thrusted deeper inside of you, his free hand gripping your thigh.
You sighed, realizing you’d have to tell him now. “What if—what if I’m—really loose after the baby?”
Joe chuckled lightly, thrusts slowing down slightly. “What’s got you so worried about that, love?”
“I don’t know—just worried sex won’t be as passionate and enjoyable—between us.”, you gulped.
Joe sighed lightly before he smiled again. “Love, that’s not going to happen. You’re going to recover for six weeks—or as long as you need and then we are gonna have amazing celebratory sex—celebrating the fact we have our beautiful healthy baby girl at home, okay?”
You smiled, a light moan filling the room before your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to focus on how good it felt for him to be inside of you. “Promise?”
“I promise. I’m not even going to look at another woman. I don’t want her—I want you.”
His thrusts picked back up as you brought your legs up naturally, giving him more leverage and you could instantly tell a difference, letting a loud moan out which was like music to his ears.
“I’m not hurting you am I?”,
“I’m moaning aren’t—I? Feels—good, doesn’t—hurt.”, your sentence was broken.
“Just checking on you, love.”
“You’re the best. Are you doing okay, babe?”, you rubbed your free hand up his arm, taking in the chance to feel this muscles—partially his deltoid and bicep.
“Doing—amazing—you feel like a fucking dream. It’s amazing you’re letting me have this not just once—but twice today.”
“It’s because I love you.”
“And I love you. So happy you gave me another chance to prove how much I love you and our baby girl—Sophie.”
It was different to call her by a name now. But it was fitting—even if she wasn’t here yet.
“We love you—so happy to be having a baby with you—I’m sorry for what I said.”, you apolgized through a moan.
“I’m the one who needs to apologize, baby. You have nothing to apologize for. Fuck—you’re so tight—squeezing my cock so well—taking it all.”, he hummed as he threw his head back lightly and his brown eyes fluttered shut.
Joe was trying to completely focus on the amazing love making you both were having but the nerves were beginning to set in when he thought about what he was going to ask you. He had a huge fear you’d say no. What if you said no? What would become of your relationship? Would you even want to still be his girlfriend? Would you want to raise a baby with him? He was scared he would loose everything. He could jeopardize his entire future with you with just a small question. Well, it wasn’t a small question.
It was the biggest—most important question he would ever ask you. He was just trying to convince himself that it wasn’t that big of a deal to protect his feelings in the event you said no. You had a right to say no. You weren’t obligated to marry him just because you were having his baby. Down the road, you could even leave him if you wanted to. You didn’t have to stay with him just because you were having his baby. That was the reality.
But he would love you regardless—he’d never stop loving you. No matter if you left him. No matter if you hurt him. There was nothing you could do to make him not love you or this baby.
“Fuck—Joe, I’m close.”, you whined through a moan, bringing him out of his daze.
“Oh baby, cum for me. Please cum for me. Wanna please you. Sure you don’t want me to edge you?”, he smirked.
“Can’t—wait to be edged—so close—shit.”, you hissed.
The sounds of sex was filling the bedroom and all felt right with the world.
He chuckled, loving that you were coming undone so quickly. “It’s okay, baby. You can cum.”
“Fuck, Joe—I’m cumming—right now—can’t stop.”, you gripped your nails into the top of his hand, toes curling immediately.
“It’s amazing, baby. Feels so good on my cock—so glad I could make you relax and please you.”
“Yeah?”, you smiled up at him as he helped you ride out your orgasm, your eyes growing heavy and you felt yourself so relaxed that you could almost fall asleep.
“Yeah, wanna fill you full—can I? Please?”, he pleaded.
“Again?”, you teased through hazy eyes.
“Again.”, he reaffirmed, chuckling. “If that’s okay with you.”
“Yeah—want you to.”, you smiled at him, hands still entangled with one another’s.
You could see Joe’s curls beginning to stick to his forehead, sweat beading up on his bare chest. It was sexy—very sexy. If you hadn’t already came, that would have been enough to make you. You were in love with Joe—you had never felt this way about anyone. Joe continued to work inside of you, his cock fitting inside just right. It was like he was made for you. And now that you had came, it made it that much more sensitive for you. You were so sensitive, your legs were shaking.
“Aw, my poor baby. Her legs are shaking.”, he pouted lightly.
“Don’t worry about me—just cum. Please fill me full.”, you eyed him.
He loved seeing you like that—all fucked out and spent. And it was all his fault. This was enough to send him over the edge.
“Oh fuck baby, I’m gonna cum all inside that pretty little cunt.”
You sighed in response before you felt his cock twitch, his hips stuttering. He let out a groan before he began breathing heavily in an attempt to catch his breath. You instantly felt his cock pumping his hot seed deep inside of you. Too bad you were already pregnant. That surely would have taken.
“Fuck—oh baby—that was amazing.”, he smiled as he continued to let every last drop of his cum fill you full.
“It was.”, you hummed in agreement with a smile on your face before he leaned down to kiss you.
You shivered lightly, legs continuing to shake as he took his free hand, beginning to rub your thigh. He was going to make sure he was finished before he attempted to pull out. Almost instantly the reality set in, remembering the question he was going to ask you. Maybe he should wait…..but he didn’t want to.
“Ready for me to pull out baby?”, he leaned down and kissed you again, looking deep into your eyes.
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure? You could cock warm me.”, he teased.
“Sounds amazing.”, you admitted, stomach flipping at the thought.
“Want to?”
You nodded lightly before laughing. “Yeah.”
“God, you’re fucking perfect. What did I do to deserve you?”, he smiled.
You shrugged lightly. “I could ask the same.”
He smirked before kissing you again and carefully calculating each movement so you both were laying in bed, facing one another and he was still inside of you. All you were was dumb smiles on your face. You could feel him becoming softer, but he would harden back up at the right moment. Why hadn’t you all tried this before? His hands were on your shoulders, fixing the comforter on top of you. You winced lightly, catching his attention.
“Everything okay, baby? You’re not hurting, are you?”
“No—the baby’s just super active. Kicking me in my ribs and bladder again.”, you smirked lightly before Joe moved one hand to your belly.
“It’s my fault.”, he pouted.
You laughed. “It’s fine. She’ll settle down soon—I hope.”
“Can I ask you something?”, Joe asked, out of the blue.
“Sure.”
“Close your eyes. I’m gonna move a little but I’m not pulling out.”, Joe reassured.
“Okay?”, you laughed, confused as you closed your eyes and felt him move but he was careful and cautious to not leave you.
You heard him rustle in the bedside table drawer before he closed it lightly. What was he up to?
“Open your eyes, love.”
You could almost swear you heard his voice shaking. Fluttering your eyes open, you noticed a small red velvet box. No—he wasn’t about to ask you what you thought he was going to, was he? Instantly, you felt tears welling up in your eyes. Damn, these pregnant hormones.
“Y/N, I can’t imagine spending a day of my life without you by my side. Today just about did me in and I’m not totally sure what I would have done if you would have broken up with me or left me.”, he laughed nervously. “But I do know I love you more than life itself and I can’t begin to thank you enough for growing our baby girl. It’s the best thing anyone has ever given me.”
“Joe.”
“Wait. Just let me finish—I want you as my wife. Not because you’re having my baby, but because I love you and I can’t imagine life without you. I want to give you and our daughter the life you never had. Will you let me? Will you marry me Y/F/N Y/L/N?”
He popped the red velvet box open, revealing a beautiful silver pear shaped engagement ring that sparkled even in the low light of your all’s bedroom.
“Joe—you don’t have to do this—just because I’m pregnant.”
He gulped, maybe even beginning to feel a bit nauseous. “It’s not because you’re pregnant. I would have done it regardless, it’s been on my mind for a long time.”
“Are you sure?”, you asked, tears sliding down your cheeks.
Joe wiped them away with shaking hands. “Never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you.”
You nodded, looking into his brown eyes that were also welling up with tears. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”, you began laughing.
He too began laughing before grabbing your ring finger and sliding the ring on, both of your all’s hands shaking. Without much further thought, you both leaned in for a soft, slow kiss before he pulled you closer to his chest (if that was possible) and kissed your head.
“So…..”, Joe began.
“So what?”, you laughed again against him, feeling like you were on cloud nine.
Nothing was going to bring you down.
“I was thinking,”, he began as he stroked through your hair. “What if we got married in Italy?”
You pulled back, eyes widened. “Italy?”, you repeated.
He laughed this time. “Yeah, it’s beautiful over there this time of year. And I know I’m never getting married again so—I’d like to do it kinda big but intimate this time.”
“Like just us?”
“Yeah and a priest. I mean my god family lives there, but I figured we could see them after our wedding at some point if you feel like it?”
You exhaled softly. “Do they know about me?”
“Yes.”
“Do they know I’m pregnant?”
“Yes.”
“You told them before your parents?”, you elbowed him playfully.
“Yeah—and I swore them to secrecy, alright? They’re thrilled to meet you.”, he looked you in the eyes, brushing your cheek. “And I promised them ultrasound pictures of the baby.”
You laughed softly. There was no way you could manage being mad at him.
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