•Evie•

warnings : SMUT, breeding kink, swearing, unprotected piv (always practice safe sex, it prevents unwanted pregnancy and stops the spread of STDs/STIs!)

© FLORSIALS

after countless nights of screaming matches and a near divorce, your husband had the epiphany that he’d rather give up his dream of having kids than losing the woman he loved with his whole being and soul.

the dawn before their final court date, he had dropped to his knees and begged for you to stop packing up, not wanting you to leave—and after a long and deep conversation where you clung onto each other with tears in eyes, you both made the final yet certain decision to stay.

however, a few days later when you were strolling around town square, you had encountered a sweet little boy who appeared to be lost. the poor toddler waddled his way over to you while you were picking out fresh fruit from the farmer’s market, his lip quivering as he attempted to ask where his mommy and daddy was. eventually, you helped in reuniting him with his parents—but it came with one consequence, a feeling you’d never felt before…

baby fever.

so here you were, WILLIAM BEEMAN eliciting breathless sighs and obscene whines from your lips with the deep rolls of his hips, completely oblivious to your fierce desires of bearing his baby.

you were lost in the pleasure and sensation of him making love to you bareback as you arched off the mattress, causing a change in the angle of his thrusts. he swore he’d never been this hard before, aroused from how you practically pounced on him once you had arrived home from town.

this was heaven on earth for him.

unable to hold himself back, he bowed his head down to suckle on various areas of your bare skin, groaning from how you squirmed under the touch of his lips. “so fuckin’ beautiful, my love.” when he had finally reached your stomach, pressing tender kisses over the valley where a baby—his baby—would grow, your composure and restraint shattered from the piercing gaze of his eyes.

he was pounding into your tight, wet cunt now—his rough hands pressing your thighs close against your chest so you could feel all of him as he coaxed you towards your climax. “will, fuck,” you slurred and bit your bottom lip in an attempt to regain control over your incoherent words; but when the head of his cock kissed your cervix, a broken moan escaped your quivering mouth. “so cockdrunk f’me, baby. your pussy really missed me this much?”

becoming a whimpering mess, you draped your arms across the bridge of his neck and tugged him close to your face, sharing a single breath, “want you to make me a mommy.”

will stills for a second, not knowing if he heard you right; however, when he saw the look of pure desperation tainted across your face, his heart almost bursts at the seams in realization. you now wanted needed this as much as he did.

“does my pretty, little wife want to be filled to the brim with my cum, huh? to make her all swollen with my child?” his fingers squished your face together, forcing you to look straight into his eyes when you reply, “please.”

with a couple final thrusts, your husband groaned as he spilled into you—a satisfied smile ghosting over your collarbone when his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. after catching his breath, william rolled you both over so you were now laying side by side and facing one another. as he cradled your rosy cheeks in his hands with such reverence, his forehead met yours, keeping you close to him.

“did you mean what you said,” he sucked in a breath, afraid that you only said it in the heat of the moment and might take it back, “about me making you a mommy?” your eyes softened as you brought one of his hands up to your lips, affectionately kissing his palm before intertwining his fingers with yours. “i meant every word. i know i had some doubts in the beginning, but i’m sure now. i want this, i want this with you—to grow a family together.”

he captured your lips into a chaste kiss, short and sweet, “words can never express how in love i am with you,” will brushed his nose against yours, overwhelmed with gratitude.

“and to think we were on the verge of divorce because i wasn’t ready yet,” a chuckle slipped past your mouth as you held his entrancing gaze, “all it took was a stray toddler.”

“one lost, little boy, and now my wife wants babies… guess i’ll have to fuck one into you until it happens.”