a/n: i really hope this one was worth the wait! willy and ace are so special to me and all the love you’ve shown them means the world!
tw: dirty talk, flirting, negative postpartum body image, mild breeding kink, mild lactation kink, nipple play, ass grabbing, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, licking,
word count: 9.4k
summary: you and willy have officially been dating for a week, playoffs are around the corner, and you finally go on your first real date and all that entails
In the week after Willy buys you a house, gives you a playoff jacket, and confesses his love for you, not much changes in your day-to-day life.
He still has games to play, both home and away, and you still have Gunnar to take care of. So, you capture little moments with him when he’s home, his hands circling your waist and his mouth on yours until Gunnar starts crying for attention.
“Later,” you promise Willy, pulling away reluctantly. Your body feels like a live wire, pulsing with desire for him, and of course now that you’re both on the same page, you can’t get your acts together.
“I’m holding you to that,” Willy laughs, following you to Gunnar’s nursery and making faces at your son over your shoulder.
You wink at him, “please do.” It feels good to tease and flirt, even as your stomach squirms with anxiety over Willy seeing your postpartum body up close and personal.
Later comes and goes, both of you exhausted at the end of each day for different reasons. It’s nice to be able to curl up against Willy’s chest and sling your leg over his hip, the barrier to physical touch gone now that you’re both on the same page about how you feel about each other.
Willy comes home after a win in Buffalo, the second to last game of the regular season, and crashes into your bed, curling his body around yours. You tuck back against him, happily dragging his arms over your stomach and curling your fingers around his thick forearm.
“Congrats,” you murmur, laughing faintly when he presses a kiss behind your ear. Willy’s hips shift and you can feel his cock, half-hard, press against the curve of your ass. A little thrill runs down your spine. “Good way to close out the season.”
“One more game left,” he says into your hair, nose brushing against the shell of your ear. “You smell good.”
You smile into your pillow. “It’s Johnson and Johnson, Gunnar had a bath and his new thing is splashing the water until there’s more water on me than in the tub,” you explain.
Willy chuckles into your ear and you press your ass back against him, making the noise choke off into a little groan. “Ace, baby,” he grumbles harshly.
“C’mon,” you murmur. “Gunnar’s sleeping, now’s a perfect time.”
“Nope,” Willy shakes his head, even as he tightens his arms around you. “I want to take my time with you, I want to make you scream. Can’t do that with a sleeping baby sharing a wall.”
You whine, the noise catching in the back of your throat, and making Willy laugh with how childish it sounds. “Not fair,” you grumble, rolling over in his arms so you can face him. “I want to get started, the longer we wait, the more -“ You cut yourself off before you can admit to how nervous Willy seeing your body is making you. You tuck your face into his neck and kiss his pulse point, hoping he won’t notice how you cut yourself off.
He does notice, of course, even though you’re doing your best to distract him, nipping little kisses against his neck.
“The more what?” He asks, smoothing his hands up and down your back, sliding them over the curves of your ass and squeezing your cheeks like they’re stress toys. He’s distracting you more than you’re distracting him and frankly, it’s rude. You scratch your nails against the nape of his neck and Willy shivers.
“The more what?” He repeats, still playing with your asscheeks, dragging them apart and back together. He pulls you towards him and you go easily, hips pressed against his, the ridge of his cock flush against your cunt. Just a few layers of fabric separate your bodies and you wiggle against him, satisfied with his sharp intake of breath. He groans against your forehead when you press harder against him.
With a faint giggle, you murmur, “if I crawled down between your legs and sucked on your cock until you come down my throat, will you say no?”
“You know I wouldn’t,” Willy replies, strangled. “But I haven’t had you in months, I’m not rushing this with a quickie in the middle of the night. Go to sleep, Ace, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Gunnar’s soft cries trickle through the baby monitor on your night table and you roll away from Willy without hesitation to grab at the monitor. On screen, the baby’s not moving around too much, but you can see his hands starting to wave and he’s definitely wiggling around a little. You hold your breath, can feel Willy holding his behind you, while you watch to see if Gunnar will go back to sleep.
Just when you think you’re in the clear, he squeaks louder and then bursts into full blown cries. You wince, your breasts immediately filling with milk at the sound of his cries - he’s probably not hungry, but he’s definitely startled or scared or something, so you drop the monitor onto the mattress and swing your legs out of bed.
Looking back at Willy, you point at him, “saved by the baby, but I demand at least one orgasm before I lose you to the playoffs.”
“I can promise you that,” he laughs, rolling onto his back and stretching out. “Bring the cakester in here, we’ll hang out now that he’s awake. I miss him.”
Your face softens and your heart melts - Willy’s such a good dad and you love seeing your boys together. You nod on your way out the door, excited to get back in bed and cuddle up as a little family.
——
The next night, the close of the regular season for the Leafs, finds you curled up on the couch watching the Leafs defeat your Red Wings in overtime. Gunnar’s in a milk coma in your arms, a warm weight keeping you in place on the couch. He sleeps through the post-game show and doesn’t even stir when Willy opens the front door. Pablo and Banksy rush to his feet, nails clicking against the floor, and Willy laughs, squatting down to rub at their backs.
“Hi boys, you do a good job protecting the family?” He asks, looking up at you with a wink.
“If by protecting the family you mean barking so loud at the neighbors walking down the hallway they woke G up from his nap,” you reply dryly, “then yes. They were top notch protectors.”
“At least they’re cute,” Willy’s laugh fills the room and warms you from the inside out.
You adjust Gunnar in your arms, the almost five-month-old grunting in his sleep. Your lips lift in a smile at the adorable noise and you say, “we’ve got a hell of a lot of cute around here.”
Willy smirks at you, abandoning the dogs to come and tilt your chin up so he can plant a kiss on your lips. You grin against his mouth and let out a little outraged noise when he pulls away and flicks the brim of the baseball hat you’d forgotten you were wearing. “What’s not cute,” he chuckles, “is this Red Wings hat.”
You wrinkle your nose at him and pluck at the collar of your faded blue Maple Leafs’ tee. “I think you’re also purposely ignoring the Leafs’ gear, Mr. Nylander,” you comment dryly.
“Nah, I noticed it,” he says, dropping onto the couch next to you, bumping your thigh with his knee. “But I don’t like that the first thing I see is that hat. They’re a division rival. You’re my girl.”
“Caveman,” you murmur, your heart skipping a beat at being referred to as Willy’s girl.
“You love it,” he teases, reaching out to flick the brim of your ratty hat again, sending it flying off your head and over the back of the couch. He grins. “Much better.”
Gunnar smacks his lips and sighs and you both fall silent to watch him sleep in your arms. It’s insane, how much time you spend just staring at him, how less than a year ago he wasn’t even a distant thought in your mind and now you can’t imagine your life without him. Or Willy.
Willy breaks the silence with a question, “go out with me tomorrow night?”
“What?” You blink at him, lifting your head to meet his gaze. He’s smiling softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
“Go out with me tomorrow night,” he repeats, less of a question this time. “Let my mom watch G, I want to take my girl out on a real date.”
“Before I become a playoff widow?” You ask slyly, rocking Gunnar in your arms. A giddy, fuzzy feeling bubbles in your stomach to match the pleased flush spreading across your cheeks and chest.
Willy clearly notices how happy you are, his smile turning into a delighted smirk. He reaches for your elbow and tugs you into his orbit, until you’re resting comfortably between his legs with your back against his chest and Gunnar splayed on your chest, fast asleep and drooling.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over your temple, “exactly. Need to give you something to remember me by.” His laugh is contagious and you’re trying to smother your laughter before it wakes Gunnar.
Your heart skips a beat with every pass of his fingertips up and down your arm and over your shoulders, into the dip of your collarbone and back down. You know exactly what he’s referring to and you’re more than looking forward to reviving your sex life, even if it does make your stomach twist a little anxiously.
Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.
——-
“I left a few fresh bottles in the fridge,” the words fall out of your mouth in a rush while you’re trying to stab a pair of earrings through their proper holes, “but there’s also a ton of frozen milk on the freezer, if he gets hungry.”
Camilla smiles warmly at you, Gunnar tucked happily against her neck and gnawing on his fist. “Honey, we will be fine,” she assures you, pressing a kiss to the baby’s downy blonde hair. “Gunnar and Mor are going to have so much fun.”
“And Auntie Ella!” Ella pipes up from her spot on the couch buried under a pile of dogs. “You just enjoy your date with Willy.”
You shoot her a wry grin, stepping into a pair of mules, “I’ve literally never left him alone before. Sue me for making sure you guys know everything you need to know.”
Ella blows you a kiss, amused by the slight anxiety in your tone, and waves Banksy’s paw at you. “We’re going to be fine, go get to work making me another nephew,” she teases. Camilla snaps at her in Swedish and you roll your eyes.
“How about we wait until that one,” you point at Gunnar, grabbing at Camilla’s hair with one chubby fist, “is out of diapers first, okay?”
She studies you with a knowing glint in her eyes and a smirk that’s remarkably identical to Willy’s. “We’ll see,” she replies primly, hopping off the couch and dancing over to take Gunnar from Camilla. Your son babbles happily, patting Ella’s cheeks with his hands.
You snort a laugh and press a kiss to the top of Gunnar’s head. Willy should be here any minute, having insisted on picking you up from his place like a real date. When you’d pointed out that it was silly for him to get ready, leave, and then come back for you, he’d told you to stop ruining his fun before kissing you quickly and leaving.
Now, your stomach is fluttering with the anticipation of seeing Willy and you’re excited that he had decided to pick you up before the date. It’s so different than anything else you’ve done in your history together, back to the early days when you would just meet up at a bar or each other’s places with a text. Wracking your brain, you don’t think you’ve ever been on a proper date with Willy.
A knock on the door startles you from your thoughts and Ella giggles at your reaction, telling Gunnar, “your mommy is such a goner for your daddy. It’s so gross.”
You shoot her a wry look over your shoulder, pulling open the door for Willy.
He’s leaning against the door jamb, looking like sex on legs with his white Oxford unbuttoned just enough for his chest hair and thick silver chain to be on display, the jacket of his pink suit open. Willy gives you a grin, looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on the cleavage you have on display, and says, “you look gorgeous, Ace.”
A shy smile curls your lips, butterflies taking flight in your stomach from the sweet compliment.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” you return the compliment in a breathy voice that surprises you. Willy’s grin widens in delight at your tone, his stomach muscles bunching and jumping under his shirt when he pushes off the doorjamb and steps inside.
Instinctively, you step in towards him and Willy captures your waist in one hand, his thumb sweeping over the curve. You shiver a little under his touch, all of your nerve endings sparking with excitement.
“You look good enough to eat,” Willy teases, holding you in place so he can lean in and cup your cheek with his free hand, capturing your lips with his. You’d given him a kiss goodbye when he left for your place to get ready, but every kiss feels like the first one. He nips lightly at your lower lip before pulling away, his eyes dark and full of promise.
You lean against him a little, palm flat on his chest and smile to yourself. A faint laugh slips through your nose, more of a loud exhale than anything, and you murmur, “I’m not going to say no to that.”
“Trouble,” Willy whispers into your ear, kissing your temple quickly before squeezing your waist and guiding you forward so he can close the door behind him. Gunnar spots him from Ella’s arms and screams happily, lunging for Willy so quickly that Ella nearly topples off the couch trying to keep a hold of him.
Willy swoops in and catches Gunnar, hoisting the chunky baby into his arms with a theatrical grunt and a laugh that makes Gunnar crack up. “We’ve got a jumper,” Willy teases, blowing a raspberry on Gunnar’s neck and getting rewarded with a delighted baby giggle. “Cakester on the loose!”
You watch them interact, a warm, gooey feeling settling in your chest. Watching Willy be a dad is your favorite thing in the world.
He peppers Gunnar’s cheeks with kisses, the pair of them laughing until Gunnar gets too excited and clocks Willy in the eye with a closed fist and nearly headbutts him. Willy grunts and shifts Gunnar in his arms, “okay, time to head out so I don’t look like I went five rounds with Tyson before I woo your mama.”
“Might be an improvement,” you wink at him, teasing, while you take Gunnar and kiss his cheek. You wipe at the smudge of lipstick you leave behind and say, “be good for Mor and Auntie Ella. Mama and Daddy will be home before you know it.”
Gunnar gnaws on his fist, big blue eyes wide as he looks at you. He’s placid when you give him back to Ella, snuggling up to her immediately. He’s the sweetest baby and it’s easy for you to leave him with other people, something you’re grateful for.
Ella waves Gunnar’s hand at you, giggling as she says, “say bye-bye to Mama and Daddy! Tell them to make you a baby sister.”
You roll your eyes at her, waving and blowing kisses to Gunnar. Willy guides you out the door with a palm flat on your lower back, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll get working on that, El.”
Reaching back, you swat at Willy’s thigh, but it only makes him laugh.
Out in the hallway, you pause to say something to Willy, but he catches you off guard and crowds you up against the wall, caging you in with his arms. His palms are flat on the wall next to your head, his face close enough to yours that you can smell the spearmint of his gum. His breath is warm on your cheek when he says lowly, “say the word, Ace, and I’ll put another baby in you. I’ll put as many babies as you want right here.” One hand drifts down to press against your lower stomach, his palm warm and broad and your core clenches at his touch. His thumb swipes just under your belly button and your knees wobble.
Willy grins at you and captures your mouth in a kiss that promises so much and ends too soon.
You’re a little dazed when he pulls back, blinking stupidly. Willy tangles his fingers with yours and tugs you down the hallway, your feet stumbling before they can catch up with your brain.
Halfway down the hall, you finally gain control of yourself enough to say, “not tonight, but definitely one day.”
He turns to look back at you, a soft smile on his face and his eyebrow raised. You nod, wrinkling your nose at him, and add, “I’d have to be crazy to not want to make more adorable babies with you, Nylander.”
Willy’s eyes crinkle at the corners and he tugs you against his side to kiss your forehead, “I’m crazy for you, Ace, and I’m holding you to that. I want as many babies as you’ll let me give you.”
Your heart melts and you lean up to kiss him, hoping he gets the promise that you’re sealing onto his lips.
———
Dinner is at your favorite sushi restaurant, tucked away in a back booth so Willy can slide his hand onto your thigh and play with the hem of your dress.
You lean into his side, letting his hand drift higher, and pluck an eel roll off his plate, laughing when he smacks at your chopsticks with his.
“Thief!” He fake scowls at you, kissing your neck.
“What’s yours is mine,” you giggle in response, feeling light and floaty and high on Willy’s undivided attention. You snag another piece off his plate and it’s halfway to your mouth when Willy leans in and wraps his mouth around it, stealing it away from your chopsticks and making your jaw drop in surprise.
He winks at you and squeezes your thigh playfully.
“How do you feel about coming to Ottawa for some games?” Willy asks later, peeling edamame out of its shell and popping it into his mouth.
“I was planning on it,” you lean your chin in your hand, feeling the effects of the sake you and Willy have been drinking. “For your birthday, definitely. Maybe even down to Florida when you make the second round.”
Willy shushes you, grumbling about jinxes good naturedly. You offer up a slanted, apologetic smile.
“Sorry,” you press a kiss to his cheek, leaning on his forearm for leverage. “Forgot about the superstitions. You’re usually so chill.”
“Ace,” Willy replies dryly, tracing his fingers over the back of your hand, “our whole relationship started because I was superstitious about the good luck boost sleeping with you gave me.”
You cock your head and roll your lips together to muffle a giggle. He has a point, a very good point. The evidence of that very good point should be sleeping in his crib right about now.
“You’re right,” you concede, a shiver running down your spine when Willy’s gaze dips from your eyes to your lips and down to your cleavage. His eyes linger on the deep valley between your tits, the fabric of your dress straining. You’re up two cup sizes from breastfeeding and you can feel the start of the achy fullness that happens between feedings. Gunnar’s appetite keeps you tits out most of the day and your body is steadily creating an oversupply to keep up with demand. You’ll definitely be full to bursting by the time dinner is over.
Your nipples tighten under Willy’s gaze and it’s nearly painful, the way they strain against the soft lace of your bra.
“Eyes up here, champ,” you tease, grinning when Willy’s ears go red.
He smirks at you though, the corners of his eyes crinkling when he says, “just appreciating how good you look in the dress.”
“Mm,” you hum, “smooth.”
Willy’s smirk morphs into a wicked grin and your stomach clenches, heat pooling between your legs. God, you’ve missed him so much.
——-
“Willy,” you whine, key missing the lock. His mouth is hot on your skin, soft kisses pressed to the join of your neck and shoulder. “You’re distractin’ me.”
His hands on firm on your hips, holding your ass against his crotch. You can feel the hard press of his cock against the seam of your ass and you wiggle against him involuntarily. Your clit throbs and you try to open the door to your apartment again.
“Ace, baby,” Willy groans into your neck, one hand curled possessively over your hip, while the other snatches your keys, “I’ve been distracted by you all night. Payback’s a bitch.”
Smoothly, he gets the door unlocked and pushes it open, crowding at your back and walking forward so you have no choice but to stumble into your apartment. Willy kicks the door shut behind him and then you’re being spun by his hands on your hips, your back pressed flat against the door and Willy’s mouth on yours.
You moan into the kiss, scrabbling to get your hands on his chest. Palms flat for a second and then you curl your fingers into the fabric of his shirt and drag him impossibly closer. His tongue traces your lower lip and you open your mouth to give him access. He tastes like soy sauce and sake and spearmint gum and your head swims with how much you want him.
But Willy’s hands roam up your sides and brush the undersides of your tits and you wince, pulling back from him slightly. With a breathless gasp, you push at his shoulders and shake your head, “I have to - they’re really full. I need to pump before we do anything.”
“Okay,” he kisses the corner of your mouth, hands dropping to hug the curve of your waist. “Okay, I’ll watch.”
You pause, heat rising on your chest. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you breastfeed Gunnar before, but something about the tone of his voice and the sparkle in his eyes has you feeling shy and embarrassed. You shake your head, “it’s fine. It’ll be quick. You don’t -“
“Ace, baby,” Willy kisses the hinge of your jaw, cutting you off. “Any time you get your tits out, I’m going to be watching. Now that I’m, you know, allowed to stare.”
“Never stopped you before,” you murmur, still embarrassed. It’s only been a week, you’re not used to the full force of Willy’s affections yet. He squeezes your waist and brushes a kiss over your temple.
“I won’t look if you don’t want me to,” he offers. And you know he would, but you also don’t want him to look away. There’s a little lurching feeling in your stomach at the thought of Willy watching you pump and you can’t say that you hate it.
So you shake your head, “it’s only like twenty minutes. Um, you can watch.”
The logistics of pumping are so not sexy at all, but Willy springs into action - he retrieves your pump from the kitchen counter and delivers it to you with a kiss and a “can I unzip you?”
You nod and shiver when Willy’s fingers dance over your spine, lowering the zipper on your dress until the top of it gapes a little, releasing the constriction on your breasts. You sigh happily and massage your chest instinctively, easing the ache and feeling the slight dampness on the cups of your bra that tells you they leaked a little. Willy’s hands replace yours and your lean back against him, your entire body tingling when he brushes his thumbs over your nipples.
“What else do you need from me?” He asks, kissing your jawline, still kneading your tits.
“Hate to say it,” you sigh, “but you’ve gotta stop touching me or I’ll get milk everywhere.” You’re already starting to leak even more and it’s just not sexy at all.
Willy’s hands stop moving, but they stay curled around your tits. He runs his nose behind your ear and nods, “okay, hands off for twenty minutes. I can do that.”
Turns out, he really can’t.
You’re only halfway through the pump session, nipples starting to get sore, when Willy kneels on the floor in front of the couch and pushes your knees apart.
“What are you doing?” You squint suspiciously at him, heart hammering in your chest because it’s a stupid question. You know exactly what he’s doing.
His fingers are warm against your knees and his smirk is wicked. He presses a soft kiss to your kneecap, “just making sure you’re relaxed.”
You shiver when his fingers trace a light path up your inner thigh. The hem of your dress inches up and you curl your fingers into the couch cushion. A little throb of desire makes your cunt clench and you feel your nipples tighten, the strangest sensation while they’re in the pump. It’s not entirely awful though.
“Willy,” you start, not sure what you’re going to say. You don’t want him to stop and he must sense that because he kisses the inside of your knee and drags his fingers up and down again.
“Just sit there, Ace,” his voice is hoarse, his gaze locked on your chest. “I can’t help it, you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I just need to feel how hot and wet you are, okay? Please?”
You nod, your mouth dry, and Willy’s fingers travel up the remaining few inches, brushing up against the soaked fabric of your panties. A gasp punches from your lungs at his careful touch and you let your legs fall open wider, giving him more access that Willy happily takes advantage of. He leans his cheek against the inside of your knee and watches his fingers move over your cunt, slipping under the elastic at the crease of your thigh and tracing your wet folds. You shiver and clench, breath hiccuping in your chest, hands fisted around the couch cushions.
“I - oh - right, oh my god,” you gasp, fingers stroking and twisting and stuffing you. His thumb presses against your clit and you moan, clapping a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound. The electric whir of your pumps echoes and works overtime, your clit throbbing, your nipples throbbing, your heart skipping a beat. Willy’s brow is furrowed as he concentrates, drawing you closer to the edge until you fall over, coming on his hand and moaning his name.
“Oh, there’s a good girl,” Willy murmurs, stroking you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. You whimper at the stimulation and a gush of milk fills the cups attached to you. “Getting all ready to take my cock again, huh?”
You nod and blink stupidly at Willy, reaching out your hand for him. He gives you his free hand and you lace your fingers together, needing something to ground you.
“What do you need, baby?” He asks, resting his chin on your thigh and withdrawing his fingers to suck them clean. God, you’ve missed how filthy he can be. Your stomach twists with desire and you lift your free hand to rub absently at your ribs. There’s an ache in your chest that you can’t explain.
“I don’t,” you start, twisting your lips to cut off the sentence. Something like anxiety twists with the desire in your stomach and you shake your head, biting at your lip. The pumps feel heavy and restricting on your chest.
Willy looks up at you with soft eyes and seems to be able to read your mind, because he kisses the top of your thigh and stands up, cupping your chin in his thumb and index finger, “I’ll take care of you, baby. Let me handle everything and you tell me to stop, if you want. Okay?”
“Okay,” you nod, lifting your chin so Willy can kiss you. He grins against your lips and cups your cheeks in his hands, warm and rough against your skin. He’s still kissing you when his hands trail down your neck and over your shoulders, his tongue tracing yours when his hands find the pumps attached to your chest and gently work them off your sore nipples.
You let out a soft whine into his mouth and Willy swallows it down, whispering against the corner of your lips, “stay here, be right back.”
You nod and sink back against the couch feeling lighter - literally and metaphorically - watching Willy carefully pour the pumped milk into storage bags and label them. It’s incredibly hot, watching him be a competent dad and partner. He looks over his shoulder and catches you watching him, so he winks and smiles at you, making you blush like a goddamn teenager.
“Like what you see, Ace?” He teases, tossing the sealed bags into the freezer. You nod again and Willy laughs happily, crossing back over to you in a few wide strides. He drapes his upper body over the back of the couch and kisses you deeply, hands cupping your tits and squeezing gently. You can feel a few stray drops of milk leak out and try to wiggle away from him, but Willy holds you tighter, nipping at your lower lip.
“I want -“ you gasp when he breaks the kiss, brain short circuiting when he lifts his hands to his mouth and licks off the drips of milk. His grin is shiteating, he knows exactly what he’s doing, the bastard.
“You want me to take you to bed, sotnös?” He asks roughly, his voice like gravel. “You want me to make that ache go away?”
“Yes, please,” your voice cracks slightly and you scramble to your knees, dress hiked up your thighs and bare tits swaying as you turn to face Willy. His gaze roams over your body and you can feel yourself get wetter. “Wanna have sex with you again, Willy. I missed you.”
Willy holds out his hands and lifts you over the back of the couch so you can lock your legs around his waist and cling to his neck. He kisses your cheek and pats at your bare ass. “I’m right here, Ace,” he kisses your jaw, down your neck. “I’m right here and you’re never getting rid of me.”
“Good,” you cradle his face in your hands and kiss him, his stubble scraping over your palms. He drags you closer with his grip on your ass and walks into your bedroom, the hard heat of his erection firm at your core. You grind your hips against the bulge, hiccuping a gasp.
His mouth is warm on your jaw, nipping and kissing a path down your neck and over your chest, his body hovering over yours when he sets you down on the mattress. You hook your fingers in the thick silver chain around his neck and use it to tug his face back up to yours for a kiss that sets your entire body on fire. Your nipples pebble and rub against the fabric of Willy’s shirt, your gasp captured by his lips, a tingle running down your spine and making your clit throb.
“Can’t believe it’s been months since I got my mouth off that gorgeous cunt of yours,” Willy mumbles into your mouth, dragging his hand around your back so he can find the scrunched up zipper of your dress. He grunts and mutters, “fuck,” when he can’t find the little tab and you laugh, wiggling under him and lifting your hips so you can press against him and distract him. You feel light and loose, reminded how fun sex with Willy is.
“Out of practice, huh?” you tease and Willy lowers his head to bite at the upper swell of your tit, making you squeal and push at his sides with your hands. “William!”
“On your stomach, Ace,” he pinches your nipple, a rogue drop of breastmilk rolling down your side, and grabs your hips to flip you over. You huff and bend your knees up, bringing your ass into the air. Willy slaps it gently, warm palm meeting your bare ass with an audible noise, making you jolt forward. “Stay still so I can get you out of this dress and make you remember how good my cock feels filling you up.”
You groan into the mattress and Willy’s fingers find the zipper pull, his other hand straightening out the fabric of your dress so he can get it unzipped and pushed down over your hips and ass. He kisses a line down your spine as the fabric is discarded, sinking his teeth into your ass cheek as it’s exposed, nipping the curve and flattening his tongue over your skin to soothe the bite. You whine and press your ass back up into his face, dripping and soaking your panties and rolling your hips to get a little friction on your clit.
Your dress is tossed somewhere on the floor and you can feel Willy’s thighs, hard and firm, bracketing your calves. Pressing your cheek to the mattress, you turn your head to look over your shoulder at him. He’s grinning when you lock eyes, his hands smoothing over your ass, playing with the thin strip of fabric between your cheeks.
“Missed this,” he says sincerely, tugging your panties down over your ass. “Missed you.”
“Missed you,” you reply, reaching a hand back to pat at his thigh. You scrape your nails over the fabric of his slacks and grin, “you should lose the clothes. I can’t be the only one naked in bed.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Willy laughs, palming your ass and squeezing it, separating your cheeks and pressing them back together like a stress toy, “my plans involve a lot of nudity, sötnos.”
Your stomach flips at the term of endearment and you stretch out in your stomach, “enlighten me on these plans, Mr. Nylander.”
He laughs and dips his fingers between your legs, fingers finding you dripping wet already. He clicks his tongue and you grin into the mattress. “First,” he says lowly, stroking at your clit with featherlight touches that send shivers through your body, “I’m going to get my mouth on this perfect pussy and suck your clit until you soak the sheets and me.”
“Oh,” you sigh, stomach clenching. Your tits sway heavily and Willy’s free hand ghosts up over your spine and around so he can find a nipple and pinch it. His chest is hot against your back. His fingers work through the slick between your legs, drawing little hiccuping gasps from your throat. “I - that sounds nice.”
Willy kisses your shoulder blade and goes quiet, laser focused on giving you an orgasm. It doesn’t take long for your cunt to clench around three thick fingers, clit twitching. You wail his name and come on his hand, his fingers and palm covered in your come.
“There’s my good girl,” Willy coos, bordering the edge of condescension. “Came so nice for me.”
“Willy,” you whine his name and he chuckles, his hands leaving your body. You flatten out on your stomach and fabric rustles behind you, Willy finally discarding his clothes. “Can I have your cock now?”
“You can have whatever you want, Ace,” Willy promises, hooking his hands under your ass and flipping you so you’re on your back. You grin up at him, legs spread wide so he can kneel in between them. His cock bobs between his legs, hard and thick and dribbling precome at the tip. Your clit twitches and Willy laughs, pressing his thumb against the bundle so your hips jerk off the mattress. “Looks like she’s ready for me, huh?”
“Yeah,” you breathe, trailing your hand over your chest and stomach, wincing slightly when you feel how soft and squishy your stomach still is. Gunnar’s not even five months old yet, you know it’s normal not to bounce back completely and he’d been a huge baby, but now all you can think about is what Willy can see of your body and how it looks so different from pre-pregnancy. Subconsciously, your legs shift together and Willy frowns, flattening his palm on the inside of your knee and pressing it open.
“What’s up?” He asks, forehead furrowed. His thumb is stroking your skin absently.
You shake your head, a little embarrassed, and tap the outside of his thigh with your foot, “it’s nothing. Keep going, please, Willy.”
“It’s something,” he insists. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
To your horror, your voice cracks when you respond. “No,” you shake your head again, licking your lower lip. “I’m fine, it’s not - you didn’t - oh fuck, this is so embarrassing.”
Willy leans down, his chest against yours, and kisses you sweetly. He sucks gently at your lower lip and you lift your hips to meet his, absently and reflexively seeking pleasure. His breath is warm against your cheek when he murmurs, “whatever it is, it’s just me, Ace. You can tell me.”
You whine and grab at his shoulders, enjoying the heavy weight of him in the cradle of your hips. His cock twitches against you and your clit throbs in response.
“It’s just,” you sigh, head fuzzy, “can you turn the lights off? I don’t want you looking at me.”
“What?” Willy props himself up on his forearms, hovering over you. His entire face is frowning. “Why? Also, I’ve already seen every inch of your perfect body.”
You wrinkle your nose at him, cranky that the mood is ruined, for you anyway. His body heat feels suffocating and you try and wiggle away from him. Willy tangles his legs with yours though, keeping you in place.
“I - it’s stupid,” you whine. “I don’t look the same. Everything’s -“ you trail off, blowing a little raspberry with your mouth.
Willy’s face relaxes as understanding dawns on him. His lips curl up in a small smile and he ducks down to kiss your cheek, stubble scraping your skin. You sigh at the sensation, stomach churning. His chest and stomach press against yours with his movement and you can feel the way your stomach squishes where it’s soft.
“Ace, baby, I love your body,” he murmurs into your ear, rolling off to his back and taking you with him so you’re draped over his chest. His hands smooth over your back, one sliding lower to cup your ass. Your legs fall open around his thigh and he flexes the muscle against your clit, grinning wickedly when he feels how wet and hot you are against his skin. “Your body grew Gunnar, gave us the most perfect son.”
His hands knead at your ass and you melt into his touch, his words touching a deep part of your brain.
“I don’t care that your body looks different,” he assures you. “It’s yours and I love it. I love your tits and your belly and your perfect pussy. I love this ass,” he gives it another squeeze, “and I love how wet you are for me. So you’ve got some stretch marks? Big fuckin’ deal. G wasn’t a small baby, the next one might not be either.”
“Next one?” You ask faintly, hiding your smile in his bare chest. The hair on his chest tickles your nose and cheeks and you nuzzle against it until a laugh rumbles Willy’s chest. His cock is trapped between your bodies, a hot brand against your stomach leaving slick trails of precome on your skin.
“As many as you’ll let me put in in you, baby,” Willy says seriously. His hands pull your legs further apart, holding you firmly against his thigh. You rock absently and the responding groan from your boyfriend lights up all of your nerve endings. “So fucking wet, Ace. Let me show you how much I love your body.”
You nod without really thinking about it, shifting your hips to catch your clit on Willy’s leg hair before he rolls again, his body weight pressing you into the mattress. He kisses the side of your jaw, teeth scraping your skin, and you let out a breathy whine that makes him smile.
“My perfect little pillow princess,” he teases, kissing a line down the side of your neck. His hands are hot on your waist, thumbs stroking your skin. You can feel his cock against your inner thigh. “You just lie there and I’ll take care of everything. Worship your perfect body like it deserves after carrying our son so well.”
Willy works his way down your body, licking and sucking at your skin until he finds your pebbled nipple and sucks it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak until a few drops of milk leak out. He grins around you and you whine, your tits feeling heavy again as they fill. Willy pops off and licks at the other nipple, his hand finding your hip and rubbing a circle against the bone.
“Sweet here,” he mumbles, sucking a hickey on the underside of your breast. You hiccup a gasp and he trails the tip of his tongue down your stomach, tracing it over the light stretch marks that all the body oil in the world couldn’t prevent. You’re wet and sticky between the legs, arousal dripping steadily down the curve of your ass and your clit throbbing painfully. You need his touch, but Willy’s too focused on worshiping your body on his own time.
“Willy,” you whine his name, trying to slip your hand between your legs. “I need - please-“
He laughs against your stomach and rubs his cheek against your skin, “sötnos, I’m in charge, remember?”
“But I need you,” you pout, your legs falling open even wider in the hopes he’ll bury his head between them. Instead, Willy grabs your wrists in one hand and puts your hands in his hair, your fingers sinking into the strands and nails scraping against his scalp.
“Hold on,” Willy lifts his head and gives you a wicked grin, “I have so much time to make up for. Months and months when I could have been licking this sweet cunt, she deserves it.”
Your heart skips a beat and with one final kiss just below your belly button, Willy’s head disappears between your legs. His mouth is hot on your wet skin and your hips jolt upwards at the first touch of his tongue against your clit. A high-pitched whine claws at your throat and your fingers tighten in his hair.
Willy’s always been good with his mouth and you’ve missed it, the way his tongue flattens over your clit before he sucks at it. His tongue buries inside your cunt and his nose presses into your clit so your hips can move and you can writhe against his face. He licks at you like a man starved, collecting all of your arousal as it forms and swallowing it down.
Shockwaves of pleasure lick at your spine when Willy groans against your cunt, his ass bouncing as he grinds his cock into the mattress. You grin, imaging how hard and flushed his cock must be, leaking precome all over the sheets. A fresh rush of arousal soaks Willy’s face and he laughs, popping up to grin at you, the bottom half of his face dripping. You flush with heat at the sight.
“I think you’re wetter than you ever were pre-pregnancy or while you were pregnant,” he teases with a wicked smirk. “I’m gonna drown down here a happy man, Ace.”
“Forget that,” you murmur, breathless, tugging on his hair, “come up here and kiss me while you fuck me.”
Willy’s eyes, dark with lust, twinkle. His fingers find your cunt and stroke, maddeningly slowly, dipping shallowly into your heat, making you shiver. His voice is rough when he asks, “is that what my baby mama wants? She wants me to fill her with my cock?”
“Yes,” you wail, his fingers suddenly pressing inside all the way, his thumb against your clit. Willy twists his wrist and you fall over the edge, coming with a shout of his name.
“Good girl,” Willy’s voice floats through the orgasmic haze in your brain and his fingers keep pumping as he kisses a trail up your stomach, stopping to pay attention to your tits. “Tell me to stop, if it hurts.”
Your brain is on a delay and you don’t understand what he’s saying until you realize his fingers are gone from your entrance, replaced by the broad head of his cock. Willy’s hand is flat on your hip, holding you in place, the other holding the base of his cock and keeping it from entering you. He teases your clit with his cock head and you hiccup, bending your knees and angling your hips for more.
“Willy, please,” you reach for him, hooking your leg around his hip and digging your heel into his ass. “I need - but slow,” you get a sudden spike of anxiety, thinking about how wrecked you were below the belt by Gunnar’s birth and how not small Willy’s cock is.
“I’ll go slow,” he assures you, pressing his hips forward. Your mouth falls open and the head of his cock breaches your cunt, slipping past your entrance just an inch. The stretch makes your eyes water and you scratch at Willy’s shoulders. It’s been so long since you’ve felt this full and you’re trying not to rush, but you clench around his tip and Willy lets out a strangled groan, sinking in another inch.
It’s slow and torturous and so, so good. Sweat coats your skin, a bead of it dripping down Willy’s neck from his effort of holding back so he doesn’t hurt you.
“Ace, baby,” he grunts, “I gotta, fucking pussy’s so goddamn tight.”
“All,” you moan, lifting your hips, “give me all. It’s okay, I can - feels so good, Willy. So big.”
He pushes forward the final few inches, until his hips are flush with yours and his cock is so deep it feels like he’s in your throat. Your legs lock around his hips, keeping him deep and preventing Willy from being able to move.
“Okay?” He asks, kissing your forehead.
You nod, breathless with how he’s filling you. The stretch is perfect and you cling to him, something in your chest slotting into place and unlocking. You’ve missed him more than you realized.
“So okay,” you murmur. “Can you move, please?”
“Whatever my girl wants,” Willy laughs, bracing his weight on his forearms and pulling back slowly, before easing back in. It leaves you breathless, the careful, controlled pace he’s setting. His cock throbs and thickens inside of you, pushing deep and rubbing up against your g-spot and making you see stars.
“Love you,” you gasp, clinging to Willy’s shoulders as he pumps his hips into yours. He grins and sweat gathers at his temples, his hair damp at the hairline.
“Love you,” he replies, punching his cock even deeper and leaning down to kiss you, changing the angle to rub the head of his cock nearly at your cervix. The kiss is deep and filthy, Willy’s tongue buried in your mouth.
After that, there’s not a lot of words and you get lost in the feeling of being wrapped up in Willy’s arms again. Pleasure coils tightly in your body, your skin tingling with every pump of Willy’s hips until he snakes a hand down between your bodies and circles your clit with practiced fingers. He kisses your cheek and your jaw and down the line of your neck, all while he pinches and presses at your clit and it doesn’t take long for you to fall over the edge, wailing Willy’s name and coming around his cock with a gush of fluid.
“So good, fucking hell,” Willy grunts, fucking his cock into you with rapid, messy strokes before he comes too, burying his face in your neck and filling you with his come. You’re warm from the inside, the obscenely loud noises of Willy continuing to fuck you filling the room. The bed is a mess, Willy’s dripping sweat on your chest, and you’ve never felt more alive. He groans and his cock twitches a final time, releasing another spurt of come into the already full mess of your cunt, his arms finally giving out and his body pressing down on yours.
He presses a sloppy kiss to the side of your neck, blowing a little raspberry that makes you laugh. It’s almost hard to breathe with Willy’s weight on top of you, but it’s also soothing, something you haven’t been able to experience in more than a year, so you’re going to savor it.
Willy’s cock softens and slips out of you while you tece your fingertips over his back in lazy patterns. You trace the line of his spine and the edges of his shoulder blades while Willy’s tongue moves against your neck. It tickles and you squirm a little under him, pulling lightly at his hair when he doesn’t stop.
“You taste good,” Willy teases, skimming his hand over your side. “I just want to lick you all the time.”
“You’re so gross,” you giggle. Willy tangles his legs with yours and dips his head to bite gently at your collarbone.
He licks a line up the front of your throat and you laugh again, the sound captured by his mouth when Willy kisses you. You grin into the kiss and let Willy roll onto his back, taking you with him. Your legs fall open on either side of his hips and he grunts, clearly feeling the wet heat of his come dripping out of your cunt and making a mess of his stomach. Your clit is sore and sensitive, everything puffy from Willy’s attention, but still you can’t help wiggle your hips against the trail of hair below his belly button.
“Jesus, Ace,” Willy huffs a laugh, bringing his hands up to cradle your jaw. His thumbs stroke against your cheekbones. “Give me five to recover and I’ll get you going again.”
You shake your head and laugh, tucking your head under Willy’s jaw. “I can’t, I’m already sore. I just really missed feeling your body under mine,” you admit, yawning a little. Willy’s arms are warm and heavy on your lower back, holding you close.
“Worth the wait?” He asks in a teasing lilt.
“Mhm,” you hum, letting your eyes drift shut. You know you’ll have to get up to clean off before you fall asleep, but you’re warm and your body is pleasantly sore and heavy from the orgasms. Willy’s hand rubs a circle between your shoulder blades and his stubble scratches against your forehead.
It’s been a long time since you fell asleep on him like this, without a huge baby belly in the way, and knowing that you’re going to be able to do this for the rest of your life makes your heart feel all
gooey in your chest.
All that’s missing is Gunnar and you already can’t wait to pick him up in the morning. You’re sure he’s having the best time with Willy’s parents and Ella, but still, all of a sudden, you miss your baby. When you sniffle, you try to be quiet, but Willy hears you.
“Hey, what’s up?” He asks, hand stilling on your back. “Did I - are you hurting?”
“I - no,” you rush to reassure him. “It’s silly. I just - all of a sudden I really missed Gunnar and I can’t wait to see him in the morning. I haven’t been away from him that long, ever.”
You can feel Willy shift under you and you wonder what he’s doing until he gently deposits you on your side and kisses your cheek before swinging his legs out of bed, giving you a clear view of his perfect ass.
“I - Willy, what-?” You frown, slightly distracted when he bends over and grabs his briefs off the floor.
With one of his signature grins, Willy explains, “I’m gonna go pick up G from my place. I miss the little Cakester too.”
Your heart squeezes as you shake your head. “He’s probably okay with your mom,” you wiggle into a sitting position and wince at the gush of come from between your legs. Shower, definitely. “It was supposed to be just us tonight, I don’t want to -“
“Ace,” Willy rests one knee on the mattress, making it dip, and pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger, “it’s never just going to be the two of us and I wouldn’t trade that for anything. Besides, I know that look on your face, you’re not going to be able to relax if he’s not here.”
You wrinkle your nose at him, hating that he’s right and that you’re ruining date night - your first official date too!
Before you can protest, Willy kisses you again and says, “I’ll be right back. Shower and get comfy, baby.”
In a flurry of motion, Willy’s got a sweatsuit on and is out the door, leaving you alone and stunned in the rumpled sheets.
After a second, it sinks in and you laugh to yourself. Willy missing Gunnar just as much as you do is beyond sweet and you definitely weren’t ready to leave him overnight. Knowing Gunnar, he probably isn’t even asleep, but that’ll work out since you need to feed him or pump and you’d rather feed him “from the tap” as Willy likes to say.
You’re finishing changing the sheets when you hear the front door open and Willy calls out, “baby delivery for Mama.”
Gunnar’s baby noises follow and you grin, rushing out to meet them. Willy’s got a box of Tim Horton’s in one hand and has the other resting on Gunnar’s back. You can see the little wispy tufts of your baby’s blond hair over the back of the carrier that has him strapped to Willy’s chest and your grin only grows at the sight. Willy is the definition of a hot dad.
“Hi, my baby,” you coo, reaching out your hands and wiggling your fingers. Willy laughs as you fight the straps of the carrier to extract Gunnar and cuddle him close. You pepper kisses on his face and he scrunches his nose at you, giving you a gummy smile. “Were you good for Mor?”
“Not at all,” Willy snorts a laugh. “Mom said he’s been wide awake since we left and wasn’t showing a single sign of being sleepy.”
Sure enough, Gunnar is wide awake and wriggling in your arms, not a trace of sleepiness in his features. He waves his arms and grabs at the neckline of your shirt, tugging and baby-grunting.
“He didn’t want to miss the party,” you giggle, undoing the buttons of your shirt and guiding Gunnar to latch. He immediately starts sucking and you adjust him slightly in your arms so you’re both comfortable before pinning your gaze on the box in Willy’s hands. “Speaking of…”
“Post-sex sustenance,” he teases, opening the lid with a flourish and displaying a half dozen perfect donuts. “And mid-feeding sustenance, gotta get those calories into you to keep up Gunnar’s leg rolls.”
He reaches out and squishes one of Gunnar’s legs, getting a side eye from the four and a half month old.
“I hope there’s a maple dip in there,” you crane your neck to look in the box, spotting the familiar glazed donut immediately. You shift Gunnar into one arm and reach for the treat, biting into it with a satisfied hum. “Best first date ever.”
“Bar’s set high for date number two?” Willy teases, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. You smile against his lips and nod your agreement.
You can’t wait for a lifetime of dates with Willy.
