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Summary: takes place in the past - the first memories you had of jim. Most likely a 2 or 3 part series
Warnings: none
Word count: 1.3k
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You sat on your favourite rock - close enough to hear the waves crash at the other rocks beneath you - but far enough for the water not to reach you, it was where you first met - Jim.
At the other end of the beach you could hear laughing in the distance, it reminded you of the late nights with Jim and his friends - you would watch them from afar, they always seemed to be laughing and having fun by the bonfire - you were a watcher.
-2 months ago-
You watched and listened to Jim and his friends for what seemed like forever - you wanted to be like them - outgoing, goofy, sporadic- you were neither of those things, they just seemed like a really cool crowd of people. But one night it was all about to change - Jim saw you sitting alone as he slowly walked down the mini trail that lead into the bay-
“Hey - you alright” Jim called out from behind you
You turned your head slightly to see who it was - “yeah im fine” - Jim had messy brown curls, bright ocean eyes you could see from a mile away - and he was always in that jean jacket, it suited him so well. This was your first memory of Jim - of course you saw him at school but you never actually talked to him.
“Wanna come join our fire” jim asked softly as he walked towards you
You turned to face him then immediately looked over at the huge bonfire - “its not really my scene over there” you laughed - you could hear ms popular heathers laugh above them all.
Jim laughed - “its not mine either but its a lot less lonely”
You pulled your jacket tighter to your body - “maybe” you spoke softly - you did have a small crush on Jim, he was kind and sweet (from what you could see).
Jim crouched down beside you - “the offer is always standing love” he smiled as he looked out into the ocean with you.
“Thanks” you smiled - “im y/n” you spoke softly
“Jim - Jim mason” he smiled - god there's that smile. Jim knelt there for a few more minutes then got up walked towards his mini party -
“Bye Jim” you said quietly to yourself
Its been a few days since you’ve seen Jim in the bay of palos - but you would see and hear his mum pacing back and forth yelling at the bay boys (jims friends) for being so damn loud at night, but you had hoped to see him again..
-2 weeks pass by-
You decided to change it up and go out to the bay earlier - you wanted to soak in the sun… for once - today was different, it was quiet and calm, the tide was low, there was not a segal near to hear, but the best part was there was no bay boys, just Jim and his twin sister Medina surfing. Jim and Medina were basically attached at the hip - but they have such different personalities, Jim was a ‘follower’ and Medina had a strong personality, I guess their relationship was unique.
Both of them made surfing look so easy, you could never ! on the best of days you were lucky not to trip over your own 2 feet.
“HEY” Jim yelled from what seemed like the middle of the bay - his hand was waving at you
You had your legs stretched out with a book in your hand - homework of course - for a second you didnt realize Jim was waving at you, “what? Me??!” you yelled back at him
Medina waved her hand to come join them - “I'M STUDYING” you yelled back while holding your book up.
An hour or so went by without any disturbance from the mason twins, it was nice - peaceful. You could help but think of what Jim looked like while out on the ocean, and the texture of his hair - he probably smelt of salt water - his beautiful chocolate curls probably look amazing after being in the water all afternoon.
“Hey sunshine - how've you been” Jims voice boomed from above you while he blocked your sun-
“I've been well - how about yourself mason” you looked up at him - “it been awhile” you laughed.
“Yeah yeah - it's good to be back, but hey - you still owe me” Jim smiled
“Excuse me - owe you what ?” you questioned him, then yourself
“You said maybe to coming to a bonfire and i didnt see you at the last 2 we had, so your coming tonight” jim smiled as he unzipped the top half of his wetsuit
“Tonight? I - im uh busy” you tried to make an excuse - he was a gift sent from god, the way the water droplets fell down his shoulders onto his chest - it made it hard to concentrate
Jim laughed - “i'll come pick you up, lets say 8pm?”
Its like he didn't even give you a choice - “uh - sure, yeah that works”
“Its the blue house yeah?” jim asked as he pointed to the blue-ish white house with no fence
“Yep - thats me” you laughed
“Its a date” Jim smiled as he picked up his board and walked away
“A - date” you whispered to yourself
Within seconds of realizing you were going on a mini date with Jim freaking Mason you stood up and grabbed your belongings and literally ran up the hiking trail - you needed to get ready, to shower, pick out an outfit, hair, makeup - but there just felt like there was not enough time.
When you got into your bedroom you dropped everything on the floor and headed to your dresser -- you picked out a pair of black ripped jeans, and paired it with a pale yellow graphic tee, for shoes you would probably just wear your vans - who cares if they were dirty, they were old anyways. As for your hair you sprayed some dry shampoo at the root and a texture spray throughout - the messy style just fit you perfect.
‘Y/n! - theres a young man at the door for you” you mother called out
“Already?” you spoke quietly to yourself - you quickly grabbed your cell, and a pony… just incase.
It felt like you ran down the stairs but you knew you werent it was just moving so fast - “hi Jim” you smiled when you met him at the bottom
“You look - wow” Jim smiled at you
There it was - that smile, it melted your heart - maybe cause it was the way his eyes smiled with his mouth - or maybe cause he just seem genuinely happy.
“Shall we ?” jim held his hand out for you
Your fingers interlocked his and he quickly pulled you out the front door - “arent we taking this path” you questioned jim as he walked past the short cut down -
“No” he shook his head as he kept walking with you
Something didnt feel right, you have never seen jim take the long before - “jim where are we going”
“Down to the bay - where just gonna take a different path, i dont wanna share you with anyone yet”
“Share me?” you raised a brow
“Yeah - your the dark mysterious girl, and i like that.”
“Jim your freaking me out” your feet stopped in place
“Im sorry - i didnt mean to freak you out - i just wanna get to know you better before my friends rip me away’ his voice cracked
“Oh-” your voice was low - “so your just gonna ditch me with a bunch of random popular girls?”
“Oh god no - medina, my sister will be there. And besides your staying by my side.” Jim smiled
You nodded your head and proceeded walk behind jim - the both of you walked in silence for a moment, you reached the top of the bay -
“y/n”
“Yeah jim” you looked up at him
“I really like you - i kinda always have.” jims eyes locked to yours
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Are still taking requests? How would each guy (Michael, Duncan, Jim, Xavier) react if the lights went out due to a storm during a horror movie you guys were watching? Would they be kinky or scary?
Yes, my requests are still open!! 💘
Michael:
This really depends on which mikey we’re talking about tbh. Younger Michael would freak. I think he’d get really nervous at the first sight of lightning and then once he heard the booming crack of thunder as the lights went out, tears would start to prick the corners of his eyes. He’d snuggle close to you, hiding his face in the juncture between your neck and shoulder, trying to be comforted by your warmth. After some reassuring on your part and lots of gentle cuddles, I think he’d calm down and eventually fall asleep, wrapped up in your arms.
However, an older version of Michael, say outpost!michael, would love the thrill of the lights going out while you were huddled together in bed, watching horror movies. You’d get a bit scared and cling to him, a low, raspy chuckle from the back of his throat being the only noise in the dark room. “Michael, this isn’t funny!”
“No?” He’d secretly reach his arm around, gently touching his fingertips to your shoulder, eliciting a small scream from you. “Perhaps, we could find something else to do? I mean... we are already in bed, my love.”
Duncan:
Duncan would find it more annoying than anything. He didn’t have much leisurely time as he was a busy man, so he cherished the rare moments where he could simply do nothing with you, like watch your favorite horror movies. He’d get up to angrily call somebody about fixing the situation, but you’d yank him back down on the couch, “Don’t leave me!”
He’d turn around, the slight smirk on his face apparent from the glow of his phone illuminating his skin. “Well, aren’t you a frightened, little needy thing.”
He’d sigh, rolling his eyes (only slightly) and plop back down on the couch next to you, his hand placed gently on your thigh. “This fucking storm is ruining our night.”
“No, it isn’t,” you’d whisper, snuggling against his side. “We’re still together, aren’t we?”
He wouldn’t be able to help the small smile forming on his face as he leaned down to place a gentle kiss to the top of your head, “Yes, I suppose you’re right. We’re together right now and that’s all that matters.”
Jim:
I think this would happen while you and Jim were in bed together, cuddling and watching whatever bad horror movie was on tv. You two would only be half paying attention to it as you shared slow kisses back and forth. But then, the lights would go off, startling you both as the rain hit your window loudly.
“Fuck,” Jim would mutter under his breath.
“How spooOoOoOky,” you’d climb on top of him, teasing him and nipping at his throat.
“Don’t start with that,” he’d squeeze your hips, slapping your ass in the process. “Off,” pushing you off of him lightly, he got up to search for some candles.
Within 5 minutes, Jim had managed to bring in every candle you had into your room and light them, your room now illuminated under the soft glow. “What do you say, we make a fort?” He’d suggest, turning to you with an adorable grin.
You’d look at him, a twinkle in your eye as you nodded your head, “I’ll get the blankets, you get the pillows.”
Xavier:
Xavier would not be thrilled. He was never one to enjoy rain, lightning, thunder, or as a matter of fact, really anything that had to do with storms. He hated the loud noises and how cold he’d get. But with you, they were a little more bearable. You two would wrap yourselves up under a mountain of blankets, melting into each other’s warmth as the rain tapped against the wooden roof of your cabin.
When the lights suddenly went out and the soothing sound from the tv vanished, you could hear him exhale a shaky breath.
“It’s okay, baby,” you’d whisper, kissing his cheek. “I’m right here.”
“This storm is fucking stupid,” he had meant for his words to sound a little more confident, but you could hear just how scared he was. “Just don’t leave me, okay? Stay here, please.”
Pairing: Michael Langdon x reader, Jim Mason x reader, Duncan Shepherd x reader
Prompt (chapter): After deciding to go on “vacation” to DC with Duncan to meet his family, things take a turn for the worst... or do they?
Prompt (series): each of the boys has a crush on you, and it’s your time to choose when something life-changing occurs.
Chapter Warnings: angst, fluff, some smut, language, just the usual
Series Warnings: fluff, angst, language, violence, sexual situations, descriptions of pregnancy/pregnancy symptoms, mentions of abortion (it doesn’t happen though), just lots of drama
A/N: Here’s part 2! Like this part, there are also going to be a Michael-centric and Jim-centric parts in the future, so look forward to seeing those! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy! Read part 1 here!
DC was a dark and dreary place that seemed to suck the life out of you the moment the plane touched down in that God-forsaken place, leaving an empty void in your chest...
Or maybe that was just Duncan’s family...
No, scratch that. DC, though dark and frigid, was full of interesting views and events, making it oddly welcoming.
Bill and Annette Shepherd, on the other hand, lacked any welcoming quality, making them more isolating and cold than the January DC air that nipped at your skin.
You and Duncan had arrived at the Shepherd’s house three nights ago, the sky a bleary beige from the cold. Bill and Annette attempted to be friendly, making idle conversation. They were horrible at camouflaging their true colors, however, when the conversation switched to Duncan’s childhood. Snide remarks and jabbing comments spewed from both their mouths like venom, making you feel nauseous.
Duncan, on the other hand, acted as if they were talking about something as simplistic as the events of their day, nodding along with pursed lips and a slightly furrowed brow.
That night, as you and Duncan entered into his old room, you immediately began criticizing them as soon as they were out of earshot.
“What the fuck, Duncan?” you whispered, taking his hand and leading him over to the bed where you both sat.
He just shrugged slightly, almost in a trance of sorts. “It’s just how they are,” he replied simply, eyes trained on the wall. “You’ll get used to it.”
You shook your head incredulously, squeezing his hand slightly as your free hand reached up to gently cup his cheek, turning his head so he looked you in the eye. “What they were saying about you, saying to you, was disgusting! They-They have no right to treat you like that. It makes me sick.”
He sighed softly and squeezed your hand in return. “I’m used to it, Y/N. It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not!” You clenched your jaw, trying not to scream. “You don’t deserve to be treated like that, and if you’re ‘used to it,’ then they’ve been treating you like that for a long time.” You traced your thumb along his jawline, eyes searching his. “You shouldn’t be used to it. You should be outraged, disgusted, anything but... But numb.”
He pursed his lips once again, looking down at your linked hands for a moment, before looking back up at you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I know, babe. It’ll only be for a while.”
“I don’t like seeing you like this,” you whispered after a moment of silence. “I don’t like you being so... Submissive. It isn’t like you, at all.”
He just nodded again, running his thumb over your knuckles. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll talk to them tomorrow morning. If they don’t slow down on all of the comments, we’ll get a hotel room and avoid my family for the rest of the time. Deal?”
“Deal.”
He flashed you a kind, genuine smile as his eyes began to twinkle with a sort of mischief. “Now, onto more important things,” he hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pushing you down onto your back, moving to hover above you.
“Mind the baby!” you squealed out, hands flying up to rest on his shoulders.
“Which one, you or the one growing inside of you?”
You swatted his arm, earning a chuckle from him. “You’re an asshole.”
“I’m your asshole.”
You squinted at him, shaking your head slightly. “That sounds... Wrong. Don’t ever say that again.”
He dropped his head forward, pressing his forehead against your shoulder as he let out a full-body laugh. “Noted.”
The air was warm, a slight fog filming over the windows due to the contrasting weather from inside and outside. A weak glimmer of sunlight slipped through the cracks of the half-open curtains, casting a pale glow across your body and Duncan’s.
His fingers gently skimmed over the small bump of your belly, completely entranced by the maternal beauty you wore so perfectly. The gentle pressure of his lips against your temple stirred you from your slumber, a small sigh slipping past your own lips. “G’morning,” you mumbled, turning slightly and nuzzling closer to him.
“Morning, babe,” he hummed in response, propping his chin on top of your shoulder, strands of your hair brushing against his face. “What’s the baby craving today?”
You thought for a moment, still not fully awake. “Pancakes, I think.” A small sigh leaves your lips a moment later. God, what you would do for some coffee. But of course Duncan had to read every single pregnancy book in existence, learning that caffeine is a no-no and banning every drink that contained the chemical from the house. No coffee, no caffeinated tea, no soda, nothing.
He let out a chuckle. “Is mama cranky for coffee?” He nuzzled his nose into your neck and rested his hand atop your slightly bulging belly.
“Mmm, I thought Michael was the mind reader.”
“Not a mind reader. You’re pouting like you pout every other time you ask me for coffee.” He pressed a small kiss to your cheekbone before sitting up and hovering over you. “And the answer’s the same as it always is. No.”
You huffed and rolled over onto your side, playfully pushing out your lower lip.
“Oh come on, babe. I’ll still make you pancakes.”
You pursed your lips for a moment before turning your head and looking up at him. “With chocolate chips?”
Another laugh fell from his lips. “Of course. Anything for you.”
Your eyes fluttered shut once again when you heard the door close, and you woke up again to the scent of pancakes hitting your nose after what felt like only a moment.
Duncan set the tray of food down on the small desk in the corner before helping you prop yourself up against the headboard with a few pillows. “You know I’m only 5 months pregnant, not 9 months,” you teasingly declared with a small smirk.
“Well, I guess you could make breakfast for yourself,” Duncan mused in response, cocking an eyebrow at you.
“Oh I’m so crippled and weak, it hurts to walk, my life is miserable, please hand-feed me for I am too weak to lift the fork to my mouth.” You slouched against the headboard and draped your forearm against your forehead, being completely over-dramatic.
“Did you suddenly come down with the plague?” You just nodded in response and he let out a hum, grabbed the tray of food and setting it on your lap. He placed a glass of orange juice down on the bedside table and then sat at your feet, his hand comfortingly running up and down your shin.
“Thank you, Duncan,” you voiced sincerely after a moment, offering him a smile.
“Like I said, anything for you.”
You reached a hand out towards him and he took the hint, moving up on the bed until he sat next to you, his back against the headboard. He gently intertwined his fingers with yours and brought your joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.
Your smile grew even brighter and you handed him a slice of toast before digging into your food, humming with satisfaction.
You were so fully engrossed in the delicious meal Duncan made that you didn’t even register the fact that his eyes, filled with pure admiration, lingered on you the entire time.
***
Another dinner, another conversation filled with sugar-coated insults hurled at Duncan.
You sat there with your cloth napkin twisted tightly wrapped around your fists, wrung taught. “Come on, Duncan, when even was the last time you were at a gala to support the business?” Bill chided, back rigid.
“Probably last summer,” Duncan replied quietly, his gaze focused on the still-full plate of food in front of him.
“Exactly. God, why did we even let you move to LA for college.”
There was a small silence, Duncan only nodding in response. “Do you need me to take your plate, Y/N?” Duncan voiced about a minute later, trying to change the subject.
You opened your mouth to respond before Bill interrupted. “And look at you, waiting hand and foot for her. It’s kind of pathetic.”
“And not to mention that she’s pregnant,” Annette broke in. “There are much nicer girls here in DC, Duncan. No girls who run around getting pregnant and keep their legs open at all times.”
The way she spoke about you, about Duncan, like you two weren’t in the room made your stomach churn. You pressed your lips together to avoid an outburst before rising to your feet, your plate in your hand. You took Duncan’s plate, as well, and slipped into the kitchen. You quickly cleaned the plates before hurrying back into the dining room, not wanting to leave Duncan alone for too long.
Before you could sit down, however, Duncan rose to his feet. “I’m done,” he voiced simply, taking your hand in his. “You can say whatever the fuck-”
“Language,” Bill intervened.
“-Fuck off, Bill. You can say whatever the fuck you want to about me, but if you ever say anything negative about Y/N...” He trailed off, his lips pressed into a fine line. “We’re leaving. We’re gonna stay in a hotel for the rest of the break. I expect an apology in the morning.”
Before either adults could get a word in, Duncan pulled you into your shared room and started packing up your suitcases. You watched him with wide eyes for a moment, unable to fully process what occurred.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Duncan choked out after a moment, stopping his actions and hanging his head. “I-I should have listened to you earlier about leaving. I-If I knew that they were going to say anything about you-”
“Duncan,” you interjected, stopping his rambling. “None of this is your fault. You defended me. You stood up against them.”
He nodded for a moment before walking over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist the moment he was close enough. You snaked your arms around his neck and clung tightly to him, burying your face in his shoulder as he nuzzled into your hair. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The two of you stood there for a few minutes, just soaking in each other’s touch and letting your worries wash away. Duncan was the first to pull away, only minutely, so he could brush his lips against yours. The tips of his fingers skimmed along your waist until they slipped under your top, tracing along your bare skin.
You gently pushed yourself up onto your tiptoes and fully pressed your lips to his, one hand tangling in his hair while the other cupped his jaw. Your lungs burned with a lack of oxygen, rendered completely breathless from Duncan’s touch.
“Fuck,” Duncan gasped out, pulling his lips from yours and darting his tongue out. “I need you.”
“At the hotel,” you instructed, voice slightly melancholy at the thought of having to wait.
Duncan nodded quickly and moved to shove all of your belongings into the two suitcases, actions frenzied and rushed.
The suitcases were packed in record time and he dragged them both behind him, letting go of one of them for a moment so he could pull you into a bruising kiss. He pulled away as quick as he began and continued forward, dragging both of the suitcases behind him.
The two of you hurried out of the house without even a glance towards Bill and Annette. Duncan shoved the two suitcases into the backseat of the car, despite your insisting that you needed to help him in some way. However, the adrenaline coursing through his veins seemed to make him deaf as he worked in silence before slipping into the driver’s seat and clenching onto the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip.
You sat down in the passenger seat and buckled up, eyes searching his form. “Duncan,” you whispered out after a moment of silence.
His eyes slowly flickered over to yours, his shoulders slouching as the adrenaline left his body, leaving him exhausted and in pain. “I’m sorr-”
“I know, love. Come on, I’m driving.” He just nodded and got out of the car, letting you slide into the driver’s seat as he hopped into the passenger seat. “just tell me where to go.”
***
Duncan, of course, had to choose the most expensive hotel in all of DC, and on top of that, had to buy the most expensive room.
You began to tug your wallet from your coat pocket to pay the bellhop before Duncan handed the young man a few $100 bills, making your eyes widen in surprise. The young man took them with a grateful smile before placing your suitcases in your room, handing the key to you afterwards.
Duncan grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room, taking the key and setting it on the table in the entry way before kicking the door shut and pressing you against the wall, his lips attaching to yours. “I need to fuck you, right now,” he muttered, fingers already tugging at the waistband of your leggings.
“I know,” you whispered against his lips, arching your back slightly to press closer to him. You let out a frustrated huff, however, when your swollen stomach restrained you from being able to press your breasts to his chest.
He didn’t seem to mind, though, as he crouched down and kissed his way down your throat and chest, mouth laving against your breasts over your shirt.
A groan bordering on pleasure and frustration fell from your lips and you slipped away from the wall, grabbing both of his hands and dragging him over to the bed before pushing him down onto it.
He stared up at you with pure admiration in his eyes, one hand dragging down his body to palm at his erection through his jeans. “C’mere baby,” he nearly begged, trapping his lower lip between his teeth.
You nodded, crawling up on the bed and moving to straddle his waist, letting out a small gasp when you felt his hard-on press against your core. You slowly situated yourself onto his lap before leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, fingers moving to undo the buttons on his shirt. Meanwhile, his hands alternated between kneading your ass and tugging your leggings off. Once you undid the last button, Duncan successfully pulled your leggings and panties down to your knees.
Duncan’s pupils dilated impossibly larger when he took in the sight of you, your hair flowing free and your core on display. A soft grunt fell from his lips when he watched you kick off your leggings and panties before sitting up on your knees. His hands worked quickly to rid you of your shirt and bra, as well, before tugging his own pants off, his unbuttoned shirt lingering on his body.
Duncan looked downright sinful underneath you, his hair fluffed out against the comforter and the sleeves of his shirt clinging tightly to his arms as the rest of his shirt flowed loosely, exposing his chest and slightly soft belly.
His voice brought you out of your trance, snapping your eyes from his body to his face. “I want you to ride my face,” he announced, voice thick with arousal. He seemed to be extremely excited by the idea, since his cock twitched at his own words.
You nodded slightly and took his hands in yours, beginning to crawl your way up towards his face. You stopped near his chest, doubts and insecurities filling your mind.
“What’s wrong?” He squeezed your hands and searched your eyes, brow furrowing slightly.
“I... I think I’m too big,” you admitted, avoiding his gaze afterwards. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He gently tugged your hands, drawing your attention back to him. “You are not too big. You won’t hurt me.” He sat up slightly and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of your breast before laying back down. “Now, get up here so I can taste that pretty cunt of yours.”
Arousal pooled at your core and dripped down your thighs, legs already beginning to shake slightly. You just nodded in response before crawling up his body until your center hovered over his face.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his heart beginning to race the moment he locked eyes with your wet center. Slowly, he leaned his head up and squeezed your hands, licking a bold stripe up your core.
You immediately lurched forward at the touch, a strangled moan leaving your lips. You looked down, longing to stare into his cerulean eyes as he worked you to the brink, but your bulging stomach prevented that.
The feeling of contempt towards your stomach left as quick as it came, however, when his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly. “Oh my god,” you choked out, gripping onto his hands like a vice. As he worked at your core, you dropped lower and lower on your knees so he didn’t have to crane his neck to lap at the sweet nectar flowing from you.
His tongue slowly skimmed down your core, parting your folds so he could reach your entrance. When he found it, his tongue immediately slithered inside while his nose ground against your clit. One of your hands let go of his and flew forward to the headboard, gripping tightly to steady yourself. “Does that feel good, baby?”
You nodded fervently and gasped for air. “Feels so good.” You felt Duncan’s smile against your core before he returned to his previous actions, his tongue gliding in and out of you as his nose bumped against your clit. His actions sped up when you grew more vocal, ‘please Duncan’s and ‘fuck’s mixed in with wanton moans and cries ripping from your throat. His free hand rose up and rested on your stomach, fingers softly tracing imaginary patterns on your skin as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. “I-I...”
As if he could read your mind, he moved his hand to your core and quickly pumped two fingers into your tight heat. “Are you close?”
“Yes, fuck.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you finally reached your tipping point, cumming with a tight and strangled moan. Your hands flew forward and gripped the headboard, whimpers flowing freely from your lips as he worked you through your orgasm.
“You’re so beautiful, so perfect.” His fingers gently slipped out of your wet heat with a squelching sound that made his cock twitch. His lips still circled your clit, his tongue laving at the bundle of nerves.
Once you were able to catch your breath, you lifted your hips from his face and slowly crawled down his body until you were eye-level with him. His hands gripped your hips and pushed you down onto your back, switching positions so he hovered above you with his legs straddling your waist.
He was a sight to behold, the bottom half of his face glimmering with your release and his lips red and swollen from suckling on your folds and clit.
With a smirk, you sat up and swiped your tongue over his stubbled cheek, licking up the mixture of your wetness and his sweat that lingered on his skin. A harsh groan bubbled in his chest at your actions, hands tightly gripping into your hips. “Such a naughty girl,” he mused, turning his head so he could press his damp lips against yours. “Don’t you taste so good, baby?”
You nodded softly and pushed his shirt off his shoulders, revealing the prominent bulging veins that adorned his toned arms. His lips slowly trailed down from your lips to your neck, then to your chest. “Duncan,” you whined, carding your fingers through his brunette locks.
“Hmm?” He looked up at you with hooded lids, his lips gliding over to your right breast and taking your nipple into his mouths, immediately sucking with fervor. The fingers of his left hand gently rolled your other nipple between his fingertips, earning a throaty moan from you.
“Duncan, please. I-I need...”
“What do you need? Gotta use your words, babe.” His hand left your breast so he could trace his fingertips along your very inner thigh, inching achingly closer to your core.
“I...” You sucked in a breath and gulped. “I need you to fuck me. Please, baby.”
“Of course, babe.” He sat up and took your legs in his big hands, spreading them slightly so he could nestle himself between them. The tip of his length bumped against your core, prompting a small gasp from both of you. “Are you...” He stopped himself with a look that mirrored pain on his face.
“What?”
He sighed and shook his head. “Nothing.”
You squinted at him before a sly smile cracked across your face. “Were you... Were you gonna ask me if I was on birth control?”
The tips of his ears flushed pink. “No...” He trailed off.
You let out a laugh. “Did-Did you forget that I was four months pregnant?”
“Shut up! I was being considerate, okay!”
You covered your mouth with your hand to try and stop your giggles. “You’re right, I’m sorry. You’re sweet.” You extended your arms to try and pull him into a hug, but he dodged away.
“Stop it. Maybe I just won’t fuck you.”
“No, baby, please!” You grabbed his hands and pulled him close to you. “I’m sorry, baby. You were being sweet and I love you. And it’s such a confidence booster that I’m not big enough for you to remember that I’m pregnant even though I feel ginormous. Come on, baby.”
He cracked, letting out a chuckle and pressing his lips to your cheek. “Alright, fine.” he sat back up and pulled his hands from yours so he could caress your thighs.
“Now fuck me, baby.”
He grinned and nodded, lining himself up with your entrance and slowly sheathing himself inside of you. The two of you let out a synchronized moan, basking in the feeling for a moment before he began to thrust in and out of you.
You could tell that he was holding back, his jaw clenched tightly and his eyes screwed shut as he laboriously slid in and out of you. You felt bruises forming under his hands, and that brought a new gush of wetness to flow between your thighs. “Dunc,” you voiced, bordering between a whisper and a moan.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he mumbled in response, harshly jerking his hips once before going back to his brutally slow pace.
“Baby, you can go faster.”
“Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me.” You gripped onto his shoulders and tightened your legs around his waist, defying his grip.
He nodded, a few strands of hair falling in his face as he slowly picked up the pace, each thrust hitting deeper and deeper inside of you. Grunts reverberated in his throat and mingled with your moans as he fucked you. “God, I love you so much.”
“Love you too, Dunc.” You threw your head back after a particularly rough thrust, nestling deeper into the pillows. your back arched up a moment later, though, when his thumb began to rub tight circles on your clit. His other hand rested on your swollen belly, throwing his head back as he neared his orgasm.
“Fuck!” His hips stuttered as he grew closer and closer. “You feel amazing, baby. Goddammit, I’m so close.” His hand circled your belly, his touch feather-light. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see you so full of my baby next. As soon as you have this one, I’m filling you up with another.”
“Duncan-”
“God, seeing you pregnant with my baby sounds like a dream.” His hips stuttered one last time before he shot his load inside of you, shuddering as he pumped you full of him.
His orgasm pushed you off the edge of your own orgasm, all the air leaving your lungs as flashes of white exploded behind your eyelids. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped divots in his skin.
He slipped out of you and knelt on the ground, watching as his cum dribbled out of your entrance and down onto the bedsheets. “So gorgeous, baby.” His middle and ring fingers glided along your soaked heat, gathering your mingled release onto his fingertips. He pushed himself back to his feet and crawled up on the bed, bringing his coated fingers to your lips.
Your tongue immediately darted out and lapped at his fingers, your hand grabbing his wrist and putting his two fingers inside your warm mouth. You suckled on his fingers and let out a low moan, smiling around his fingers at the taste. A small whine fell from your lips when he withdrew his fingers, but hummed in satisfaction when he pressed his lips against yours.
He sat up and got out of the bed, heading into the bathroom. “I didn’t hurt you, right?” he asked as he wet a washcloth.
He headed back into the bedroom as you shook your. “Not at all. You were perfect, baby.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear that.” He gently cleaned between your thighs with the washcloth, tossing it near the bathroom afterwards. He crawled back up on the bed and laid down next to you, draping an arm over your waist. His eyes stared into yours, fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes on your skin as he became lost in your gaze. “I’m sorry.”
You furrowed your brows in confusion. “Why? What for?”
“I-I shouldn’t have said all that stuff. About getting you pregnant. It was just a heat of the moment thing, I was in my head and wasn’t thinking about what I was saying-”
“Duncan, it’s okay.” You ran your fingers through his hair, brushing it back to the immaculateness that it was before. “I kinda liked it, honestly. Makes me feel good when you think I’m beautiful when I’m pregnant.”
