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No thoughts, just omega geto suguru's pregnancy hormones sub!omega!husband!geto x domme!alpha!reader, girl dick, mpreg (🤤), dumb and dumber
a/n: short but I'm obsessed with the idea of pregnant geto so suffer with me 🤷🏾♀️
You don't know whose idea it was to try assembling a crib at two in the freaking morning. Actually, you do. You know exactly whose idea it was. Of course, it was his idea. He waddled into the room in nothing but his boxers and a T-shirt, with a screwdriver in his hand, clutching at it like it was his holy grail, and announced, "I can feel the baby wants the crib built. Right now."
And because you’re a helpless romantic and would rather cut off your arms than to deny him anything he wanted, especially with his belly peeking out from under that too-small tee and his hair all messy from sleep, you agreed. Like a fool. He had you wrapped around his finger.
Now you're both on the floor, surrounded by mismatched screws, splintered instructions, and unhinged determination. You were tired and wanted to get this done as soon as possible.
"This doesn't even look like a crib leg," you mumbled under your breath, squinting at the piece in your hand while reading the instructions.
Geto leans over your shoulder, his belly brushing your back. “That’s because it’s not. It’s for the changing table.” He deadpanned.
You blinked at him in utter confusion. “We don’t even own a changing table yet. I was planning on ordering one.”
“… Oh?”
You turned slowly. “Where did you get this from?”
“I might’ve opened a box labelled ‘donate.’''
You gasp. “That’s the neighbour’s stuff!”
“It’s not like they’re using it right now...” He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.
You didn’t know whether to scold him or laugh at him, but you didn’t get the chance to do either, because he flopped into your lap dramatically, thighs splaying, belly shaking slightly with the motion.
“Babe,” He said, awfully dramatic, letting out an even more dramatic sigh. “I’m so horny right now.”
You choked. “What?”
“I got turned on watching you struggle with those screws.”
“… You’re serious.”
He rolled his hips against you. “Very.”
You tried to pry him off you and get to your feet. But he yanked you back down.
“Suguru-”
“I want you to bend me over the half-built crib and fuck me.”
“What the-” It was all so sudden.
“You owe me for stealing someone’s changing table.”
“That logic doesn’t even make any sense-”
But you were already caving, hands sliding under his shirt, palms over his soft skin and resting on the curve of his belly. His cheeks flushed red, pupils blown, lips parted slightly.
“I need you,” He breatheed against you, fingers curling into your shirt. “I’m leaking just looking at you.” He muttered, pressing soft kisses to your neck.
That was it.
All the restraint you had is gone.
You spun him onto all fours, half on the mattress, half on the unfinished crib base, guiding him carefully while he giggles like a menace.
“This is so stupid,” You mutter, kissing down his spine.
“We are so stupid.” You growl, biting the back of his neck. “And you’re not sleeping tonight.”
“You say that like it’s a threat.”
You slide into him, slow and deep, and he gasps, one hand bracing on a teetering crib leg, the other fisting the bedsheet.
“Oh fuck-I... 'F-Feel it so deep inside me,” He whines, rocking back against you, belly swaying gently with every movement. “We’re gonna break the baby’s bed.”
“Good,” You snarl. “You don’t deserve one after this.”
He moans, loud and desperate. “Then buy me a new one tomorrow. With aftercare pancakes.”
You thrust harder. He yelps in delight. The crib creaks ominously beneath you. Neither of you stop. Not when the screws fall. Not when the baby kicks mid-thrust. Not when you both collapse afterwards, naked and breathless on a pile of instruction manuals.
Somewhere between orgasms, giggles, and mutual idiocy, you realise something: You two are gonna be terrible, terrible parents.
He gets you horny and you try hiding it. Restraining yourself since he's pregnant. But you forget one thing: He is an absolute slut.
warnings: sub!omega!husband!geto x domme!alpha!reader, girl dick, mpreg, head, and I mean a lot of it, rushed ending, requested
character: Suguru Geto
a/n: I wish I had a dick 😪 the way I'd get him pregnant three times more after this 😩
''Sigh.'' Your husband waddled into you guys' shared room, a huge pout displayed on his face, arms folded just a little over the curve of his belly. He stood right next to you, waiting for you to look up at him. But you didn't. He wasn't even sure if you heard him through those thick headphones of yours. You were so immersed in your game, that you hadn't even noticed him standing next to you. His pout grew into him glaring at you. ''I said sigh.'' He repeated.
That is what caught your attention. This time you heard him and were a little startled when you looked to the side and your husband was standing right next to you. Glaring. You gasped, taking your headphones off immediately. ''I'm going to hop off the game, I think I'm in trouble.'' You spoke, turning your PC off. You turned to him, raising your eyebrows expectantly. ''What's up, princess?''
He sighed, hands falling to his waist now. He looked mad. He took a deep breath and started ranting about his day. It was exhausting and everyone and everything was getting on his last nerve. Starting with him wanting to move more and deciding to go on a walk before running some errands and one streetlight taking way too long.
When he finally got to your favourite bakery in town, which took him much longer than it would have a few months ago due to his situation', he was out of breath and ready to go home. Upon arrival, they did not have his favourite milk bread and it took everything in him to break down crying in said moment. Other than that, his day didn't go as well as he expected.
When his shoelace untied itself and he couldn’t bend down to tie it again, he finally lost it. That was his last straw for the day. But a kind stranger helped him tie his shoelace, which was probably the highlight of his day. He didn't even want to walk home after that. He had a taxi drop him off at home. By the end of him telling the story, he was crying hysterically, crying about how horrible his day was.
You, of course, felt bad for him. ''But baby,'' you started, reaching out to grab one of his arms, pulling him in between your legs slowly. ''Why didn't you call me?'' Your hand wandered down his arm, right up to his hand, raising it to press a soft kiss to his palm.
He sniffled, using his other hand to wipe his tears away. He was feeling ridiculous now. ''I-I don't know.''
You sighed, letting go of him before opening your arms wide. '''Wanna cuddle to calm you down?'' He nodded, straddling your lap immediately, burying his face into the crook of your neck. ''Just like that.'' He let out a breath of relief as you felt him let go in your arms. You pressed soft kisses to his head and neck, rubbing his back soothingly. ''There, there'' you hummed when he stopped crying.
You sat there for a moment in complete silence as his sobs died down slowly and you kept one tracing circles into his back as he moved to wrap his arms around your neck. ''Do you feel better now, sweetheart?''
Hesitantly, he nodded leaning back to look at you now. ''Hungry.''
''You're hungry?''
''Mhm.'' He nodded once again. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, asking him what he was in the mood for. And once he had decided on what he wanted to eat, you were up and busy in the kitchen. He sat right behind you on the kitchen counter, legs dangling, munching on a little snack as he waited for you to finish cooking. He looked so cute, wearing your oversized shirt that was riding up his plump belly as he leaned back on one arm. He looked so pretty like that. You wanted to take him on the counter right now.
And he was just so oblivious, wrapping his lips around the ice cream cone he was sucking on, slurping like it was his last day on earth. The soft ice cream dripping down to his chin? He licked it all up, and took it like a good boy.
Fuck, you were so hard but you couldn't let him know. Not until you had fed him and your child some real food.
''Please hurry...'' He whined.
''Are you that hungry?''
''Mhm!'' He nodded, now done with the ice cream. You were just about to laugh at how cute he was when he scooped up a little ice cream from the corner of his mouth, using his finger before licking it up and looking at you with big eyes. ''I want it so badly.''
Yup, your dick was standing at attention right now. Fully bricked. You were sure you weren't even that hard the night you conceived that child. Your breath hitched and you turned away from him immediately.
''Are you okay, sweetheart?'' He asked innocently, tilting his head to the side. ''Is something wrong?''
You shook your head no, telling him the food would be ready in a minute and he could already go sit at the dining table. You'd bring him his plate and cutlery like always. He shrugged, getting off the counter carefully, seeing as you had scolded him a few times for jumping off while pregnant. He made his way to the dining room and you tried thinking of anything to get your bones to go down. But nothing helped.
So instead, you tried hiding it from him. Which was going to be hard, seeing as he knew you better than he knew the backside of his hand. You plaited his food and rushed over to him nervously, setting his food down while trying to hide your hard problem. He narrowed his eyes at you, sensing something suspicious was going on after you kissed his cheek, muttering a low ''Enjoy!'' Before running off.
''Y/n L/n, where do you think you're going?'' You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him slowly. Well, you couldn't tell him you were going to rub one out in the bathroom real quick, and you couldn't come up with an excuse that was better any. ''I'm going to... Smoke.''
''You don't smoke.'' He retorted, putting down his fork. ''Is everything okay?'' He sounded genuinely concerned. ''Do you not want to have lunch with me?'' His eyes welled up, filling with tears instantly as you rushed over to him, trying to stop the tears from falling.
''No. Honey, no. Don't cry, it's not like-''
''You're hard.'' He grinned, and suddenly his tears were gone.
''You... Tricked me!''
''I told you I'm a great actor.'' He smirked, picking his fork back up, and digging into the food. ''Sit down and eat first. If you behave, I'll take care of you after.'' And immediately, you were seated like a dog. That was all it took for you. He laughed as you started digging into your food immediately.
But the more time passed, the more pent up you were, and the more your husband was driving you crazy. And I mean absolutely nuts. Had he always been this beautiful? Well, yes. But today it felt like you were being tortured. Forced to sit still while some sex demon was torturing you. And you knew what he was doing, teasing you. When he let out a moan, telling you how good the food was, you were done for. All restraint? Gone.
''Alright, that's it.''
He looked surprised when you got to your feet and stopped him while his fork was halfway to his mouth. You crawled underneath the table while he asked you what you were doing. Before he knew it, you were in between his legs. And before he could say anything, you ripped his boxers off. You were so horny and he was pissing you off.
''What are you-'' He cut himself off, breath hitching as your mouth was on his dick. You went right to work, slurping and sucking as his eyes rolled back into his head. It didn't take long for him to grab at your head trying to push you away. You hadn't sucked him off in a while which meant he was close to cumming almost immediately. He let go of your head, gripping at the edges of the table as he let out a high-pitched whimper that went straight to your dick, having you leaking and twitching.
''W-Wait! Too m-much!'' He squealed while simultaneously wrapping his legs around your head. You could feel him twitching in your mouth as his hips twitched, trying to deal with the pleasure. He let out a desperate cry before hiccuping a little as he gripped the table tightly. ''I'm going to-'' He couldn't even finish his sentence before he came down your throat, shuddering as he tried pushing you away.
He thought you were done with him. But he deserved more than a punishment for putting you through that torture. You pushed his legs up as far as they could without disturbing his belly, telling him to hold them there and not let them go. He looked at you with teary eyes, holding his legs and spreading them apart.
His hole was leaking, waiting for you to do something about it. Your tongue was inside him before he knew it and you started eating him out messily. Your whole chin was wet and he was a crying mess as he looked down at you with glassy, hazy eyes while you looked up at him, swallowing his slick.
''No-No more!'' He sobbed, trying to push your face away but grabbed his thighs, pulling him back to your mouth, which made him whimper. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his breath hitched as he went quiet. His eyes literally crossed and you couldn't help but laugh at the adorable state he was in. That's when he came again, twitching, soft dick squirting cum all over his shirt and his face as needy whimpers left his mouth. You let go of him as he slumped in the chair and you licked up the cum stains on his face. He looked so fucking pretty.
You were back on your feet wanting to grab a towel to clean him up, but he grabbed your wrist, getting on his knees carefully as he pulled down your pants. That alone could have made you bust a nut on sight. He stroked your pulsing dick a few times, looking up at you with those big, hazy, teary eyes as he licked up a vein, following it from the base up to the tip, before circling it with his tongue. Your breath hitched as you grabbed a fist full of his hair and he smiled up at you, letting go of your dick.
You knew that look. Fuck, he was such a slut. His hands rested neatly on his thighs as he opened his mouth. ''You still got it in you? Think you can take it?'' He nodded shyly as you slapped your dick against his tongue. ''Open wide.'' He complied, opening his mouth further as you pushed in slowly.
His eyes welled up with tears immediately and you smiled. He looked so cute stuffed full with your dick. ''Mmm, such a good slut taking me like this. Your throat is so warm.'' You chuckled, pulling out before slowly shoving back in again. ''You've missed me fucking this throat, huh?'' He nodded right before gagging on it. You gasped, pulling out immediately as he coughed, wiping the spit off his mouth.
''Why-Why'd you pull out?'' He muttered as he looked away from you. He looked way too annoyed for the situation he found himself in. He reached his hands out stroking your length and looking up to you with big eyes. ''Put it back in.'' He opened his mouth wide again, and that alone had you twitching.
You grabbed at his hair again, steadying him and his hands fell back into his lap as you pushed in again. This time you were rough, holding his head in place and thrusting up and down his throat. Tears streamed down his face, but you were concentrating on not cumming immediately. You bit down on your lower lip, throwing your head back, squeezing your eyes shut.
Now, you used both of your hands to push him onto you in the same rhythm as your hips snapped against his mouth. ''F-Fuck, you're going to make me-'' You cut yourself off with a moan, stilling your hips as you were all the way down his throat. ''Oh, fuck-'' You pulled out stroking it as you came all over his face. He looked so pretty with your cum all over his face. He giggled when you leaned down to kiss him.
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