#working men

18+ ( I didn’t proof read I’m exhausted)

He loves watching you waddle around like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever seen, like time slows just a little when you move. Your hand keeps finding your bump out of habit, gentle circles and soft pressure as if you could talk your stubborn boy into settling down through touch alone, like he’d recognize your calm and finally listen.

Finally when everyone clears out leave the two of you alone.

He stays on the throne, watching you move through the space the way you always do when you think no one’s looking—slow, careful, carrying yourself with that quiet grace even now. You stop every so often to fix something small, something everyone else would’ve missed hours ago, but you notice anyway. Straightening, adjusting, making everything sit just right before you move on again.

“Come here woman .” He breaks the cold silence of his stares , with a soft pat to his thigh, he’s a perv when you’re not looking and he’s not ashamed of it even when he’s got you all full of his child he still preys on you .

You turn slowly eyes low and tempting like you know what’s next .

You step toward his throne, unhurried, like you’ve got all the time in the world.

The moment you’re close enough, he reaches for you—no hesitation, no distance left to think. His hands settle around you like it’s instinct, like he’s been waiting all day just for this. He draws you in gently, guiding you closer until you’re right there with him.

Then he lowers his head, pressing a soft kiss to the round curve of your bump—careful, reverent, like he’s greeting something precious and already deeply loved.

“Need to make room for one more,” he murmurs, a quiet huff leaving him as he leans in, drawn in by the warmth of you—like your presence alone pulls him closer, something instinctive, undeniable, and entirely his.

His kisses don’t falter , his hands slowly dragging to the fat of your ass , tugging you in lifting your gown like it was just another distraction.

“Here Zu?” questioning if the ball room was a place of choice to fuck you , your hands brace on his shoulders when he reveals your cute panties putting him to a complete stop , he leans up to peer at you , eyes low like he can’t wait any longer.

“You think they’re clueless to how you got here?” his gold irises drop low, voice rough with certainty.

Then he leans in again, pressing a slow kiss to your bump—like a promise—before pulling you closer, guiding you to straddle his lap like you’ve always belonged there.

“Take this off.” He orders even though he’s doing it for you , your arms lift when he pulls away your gown with ease , perk tits falling with the force of gravity pressing against them your milk leaks.

He wants to be gentle , his calloused hands gripping your tits, pushing them together till you’re crying when his lips latch onto your tender nipples, his teeth grind against them softly , your stomach pressing against his chest in a soft cry.

Your hair falls in a soft spill over one shoulder as you look down at him, lip caught gently between your teeth.

“Be gentle, Zu,” you murmur.

He hums in response, the sound low and steady, like a reminder he’s repeating to himself more than to you—his hands easing just a fraction as his focus sharpens. Careful. Always careful with you.

He leans into the golden throne , hands wrapping to hold onto your soft flesh , and you follow him keeping enough space for the baby , he’s spreading your ass pussy barely going unnoticed from how much she squelching when he’s stretching your ass apart.

“Mmm mommy’s wet,” he groaned, and the deep timbre of his voice sent a pulsing ache through your core, his finger pressing into your slit and dragging up to smear it all over your swollen bud .

"pleaseee- need you inside.” your words were barely more than a whisper. "I know mama, I know ” your breath hitched when you felt his calloused fingers sink into your velvety walls, that tightened instantly accepting every inch.

Your senses heightened to new limits when you felt his lips graze your earlobe. "Use your words .” he whispers, just as he starts to shake his fingers violently in your hole your legs clamp around him , and your back arches like you’ve seen it all.

"baby , I’ll squ- squirt !" Unable to bear it a second longer, he presses two fingers deep against the spots that make you whine, desperate to have it, make it leave a mess on his throne.

He’s knows you’re sensitive as ever in this state , so he uses it to his advantage.

"make your pretty mess” he begged, while using his free hand to dominate her soft peach , smack it softly when her hips stutter. Your choked sobs quickly morphed into feral screams when his fingers scissored against your walls.

"That's my baby." Shaking, he smoothed your hair off your face. "You use your words, ya hear?" Trembling violently, you looked up at him and nodded. "I love you, Zu… so much ." A drowned out cry falls from your lips before he’s dragging his fingers out and violently taking everything you had left.

His hand swiping across your swollen clit with no care in the world for how violently you’re trembling against him , your bump rubbing softly against his chest as you try to pull off his fingers .

opening your mouth to cry your silent please only to hear it crack when you whimpered the words, "That's it." His velvety murmur glided between the two of you . "Give into it, mommy . Let me feel you come all over my hand."

And your thighs tremble the sound of juices splashing against not only his hand but the thrones chair and onto the floor , your hips falter and your holding him close like he’ll disappear and when you calm down he’s giving you light kisses and picking you up carrying to the room .

"you’re crazy zu. “

Your voice is muffled against his neck, but you hear his voice loud and clear as he says.

"I’m not done with you, need you to make room for one more ." And for a second you know that the night is gonna last long.

"Please." A long, unsteady breath, you take your defeat.

Don Draper makes everyone in the room horny by fixing a sink