#chef!theo

“yeah, yeah, i know.” you rolled your eyes, immediately regretting the action – it felt like sand was stuck behind your eyelids, making your eyes water uncontrollably. he was right, you knew that damn well – you really should’ve worn a jacket when you left for work yesterday, since it was unusually cold for the month of may. but you blamed theo’s worries on him being his usual overprotective self, and now you were paying the price.

theo shook his head at your stubbornness, but he couldn’t stay mad at you for long – not when you looked so vulnerable with your cheeks flushed, your eyes glassy, the blanket pulled up to your chin as you shivered. he was already on his phone, calling off work for the day, and even your weak protests that you could handle yourself just fine didn’t help – subconsciously, you knew he’d stay with you, since he always did at the first sign of illness from you.

“they’ll deal without me just fine, amore,” he said firmly, but with a hint of softness in his voice, as if a single harsh word could shatter your fragile form. “now, stay here, i’ll be right back.”

he placed a kiss on your forehead and stood up, walking out of the bedroom. pretty soon, he was back at your side, with a steaming hot mug of ginger tea, a pot of honey and some medicine resting on the nightstand. he lifted the mug to your chapped lips, and you obediently sipped, feeling just a tiny bit better as the warmth started spreading through your chest and stomach.

“i have some chicken soup going downstairs,” theo said, carefully feeding you tea with one hand and holding your chin with the other.

“chicken soup?” you chuckled, but the sound got cut off by a wet cough, making some of the tea splatter onto theo’s face. he closed his eyes, fighting back a smile, and wiped the droplets away. “how does it feel, making commoner food for once?”

“delightful,” he muttered, secretly glad that you were still strong enough to tease him. “don’t worry, i have a chef’s specialty in mind for dinner.”

“i probably won’t even taste it.” you sniffled, taking another small sip of tea. “my tastebuds went bye-bye.”

“did they? well, amore, then i’ll have to work extra hard to bring them back, won’t i?”

you sighed and nodded, knowing that theo would take the challenge seriously. but you didn’t mind – it was endearing in a way, watching your usually calm and collected fiancé fuss over you like a mother hen. you finished the tea, a couple spoonfuls of honey, and then took the medicine theo brought you. as he stood up, ready to head to the kitchen to check on the soup, you looked up at him, pouting.

“chef’s special cuddles?” you whined, suddenly unwilling to let him go, even it was just to the kitchen.

theo couldn’t help a small chuckle, taken by the way your bottom lip jutted out in this adorable pout. “chef’s special chicken soup first, amore. and then, you’ll get all the cuddles in the world.”

you didn’t mind, oh, not at all. not when his heated body was covering yours so deliciously, your bare skin slick with sweat from close to an hour of endless lovemaking, his cock splitting your open enough to make you moan his name at the top of your exhausted lungs.

"cazzo, so fucking pretty for me," theo breathlessly murmured as he pounded into you, the movements slow but deep, reaching the spot just at your cervix. "wanna fill you up so bad, amore."

your nails dug more into his back at his words, leaving faint red lines all over, the ones he’d make sure to check out in the mirror later.

"please," you whined, struggling to keep your eyes open, yet determined to do it all the same – you were a bit obsessed with the way theo’s ocean blue was gazing at you, with the heady mixture of tenderness and hunger that you knew was reserved only for you.

"oh yeah? please what, baby?" he teased, though his smile was genuine, small but loving. he absolutely loved seeing you like this, all flushed and needy for him, and it made him feel blissed out enough to let his usual composure crumble, his carefully constructed facade fall, demolished by the overwhelming affection he felt towards you.

"please… god– fill me up, baby!" your voice went high, a signal that you wouldn’t last much longer.

"fuck–" theo felt himself grow closer too, his cock throbbing between the warmth of your walls, squeezing him so tightly, sucking him in in just the perfect way. "gonna give you my babies, amore. you want that?"

"yeah," you could only breathe out, ragged and shallow, as theo’s thrusts grew sloppier inside of you. you could tell he was about to cum, and the thought of him filling you up made you moan louder, his name the only thing left in your fucked-out mind.

"you’re gonna be such a good mom." theo sounded strained, as if he was trying to hold back, but it was clear that he wouldn’t be able to very soon. "can’t wait to get you pregnant, amore. so prettily round with my baby…"

an image of you with a big, swollen stomach carrying his child made theo lose it – warm, thick spurts of sperm spilled deep inside, completely coating your walls and seeping out, onto your inner thighs, as he continued thrusting into you, determined to bring you over the edge as well. it didn’t take long – a few more seconds, and you were coming after him, your nails carving scratches into his back. he straightened out, looking down at where your bodies connected, and slowly pulled out. your hole clenched, squeezing his cum out, but he quickly gathered it all with his fingers and pushed them back into your sensitive entrance, causing the muscles of your lower abdomen to contract.

"have to be sure it’s all in, amore. gotta make sure you’re all nice and pregnant real soon, yeah?"