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the day you arrived back home, baran took the day off of work to pick you up from the airport. when you finally spotted her waiting for you, she immediately engulfed you into a tight hug.

"i missed you so much." her voice muffled into your shoulder.

"i missed you a lot more." you inhaled her perfume, taking her in because you missed her scent.

"now, let's get you home." baran pulled from the hug smiling widely and eagerly grabbing your luggage from you. "your surprise is waiting."

from her huge smile and eagerness, you knew she was for sure up to no good.

when you finally arrived home and got settled in, baran had you sit down in the bedroom as she pulled something from the closet. a few minutes later she returned with a gift bag holding it out to you with a smirk on her lips.

"what's this?" you questioned before opening the bag.

"just open it." she stood in front of you, still smirking and waiting for your reaction. "i know you're gonna love it."

you removed the tissue paper that sat at the top of the bag, placing it next to you on the bed. then you pulled out a very light box, your eyes rested upon it, reading, "8.5 inch squirting dildo with remote control" and "works great with harnesses".

you shook the box knowing it was empty and looked up at baran, who's eyes darkened as you reacted to her surprise. truthfully, you were excited she took your sexual fantasy seriously, but you also knew that you were in for it.

"baran." you gulped knowingly. "it's empty."

"i know." she replied, smirking. "i had to make sure it was all charged up, just for you."

now, you were laid out in you and your wife's marital bed, naked as she watched you from above, her new toy hanging from her hips. your legs were spread wide open for her, you felt the cold air blowing against your wet cunt, you'd been wet for the past day thinking of baran's cock filling you up full of her cum.

baran moved closer, now laying on her belly, taking your thighs in her arms and locking them in her grip. you felt her breath against you as she inhaled your scent, then her mouth opened, her tongue licking a long, wet stripe up your wet cunt and you whimpered softly from the feeling. baran began licking between your folds, collecting your wetness on her tongue, tasting the sweet taste of you, her tongue continued lapping at your cunt as your moans grew.

"this pretty pussy missed me so much." her voice spoke against your heat. "she was so ready for me."

she took your clit into her mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud, and enjoying your moans for more from her. your hands found baran's hair, trying to catch her attention by pulling at it, but she kept your clit in her mouth and her eyes looked up at you.

"mommy, please, i need you inside." you begged. "i need your cock."

baran ignored you and continued eating you out until you came on her tongue, still you were so desperate and needy for her cock to be inside you. she sat up on her knees after making you cum because she wanted to make sure you were ready to be fucked by her. she grabbed a hold of your ankles and yanked you closer, and positioned your legs to be opened wider. then she took her strap into her hand, slapping the plastic against your very sensitive clit as you let out a soft, needy whine.

"such a needy little thing." she cooed. "mommy's gonna take care of you don't worry."

baran dragged her cock between your folds, collecting your wetness to use as a lubricant, then pushing the tip past your folds, holding it there for a moment.

"are you ready, angel?" she asked and you nodded, eagerly as you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth from feeling her pushing into you. "look at you, so ready for mommy to fill you with her cum."

once she felt like you were ready, she finally sunk her cock inside you fully, hearing your breath hitch at the fullness of her. baran's hands found your waist, gripping it tight, dragging her herself out of you, then pushing back into you, hearing your wet pussy squelch and those pretty noises she loves break out from you as she did. then she began giving you slow, but deep strokes, hitting you right where she needed to.

"right... right there." you breathed as your hands found your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingers, watching baran's cock slide in and out of you. "feels so good... right there."

"look at you, so pretty and so full of my cock."

baran's eyes trained on you, watching the pretty expressions you made as her cock gave you so much pleasure. you took your eyes off her for a brief moment to throw your head back, one of her hands quickly grabbed your jaw, making you look at her.

"this is what you wanted," she growled, your jaw still in her grip. "now watch me fuck a baby into you."

you obeyed her and kept your eyes on her, as you moaned uncontrollably. then she removed her hand from your jaw, using it to replace one of your's that rested on your breasts. baran took your nipple between her fingers, pinching your hardened bud as your moans grew louder in her ears.

"when i make you a mommy, these pretty little things are gonna be so swollen and full of milk." she smirked. "can't wait to see that."

baran's continued fucking you relentlessly, until she felt your walls clenching onto her. she smirked, knowing you were close to cumming.

"ready for my cum, angel?" she leaned down purring in your ear. "i'm gonna make you a mommy, belly's gonna be so round and swollen with my baby."

her strokes got faster and harder, hitting your spot over and over. your moans grew louder, telling her how good she felt as your walls clenched tighter onto her.

"i'm gonna cum!" you cried out, wrapping your legs around baran, pulling her in, and using your arms to pull her down on top of you.

baran didn't mind because she knew you needed her closer as your orgasm drew closer, needing to feel her skin against yours.

"me too, angel." she reached for the remote that makes her strap squirt cum into you, holding onto it until you were ready for her.

your moans got sloppier and louder signaling her that you were ready, her strokes slowed down. she pressed the button, shooting the fake cum out, filling your pussy up, as you went through your orgasm.

baran lifted herself up, pulling out of you, watching her cum spill out of you, then she used her fingers to fuck it back into you.

"need to make sure it takes." her lips curled into a soft smile, as she fucked her fingers into your sopping wet cunt. "gotta make sure my pretty little wife gets all the babies she wants, right?"

you nodded, mouth gaped open from the feeling of her fingers inside of you.

"gonna be the sexiest mommy ever." her lips crashed into yours, kissing you passionately.

later on you laid on baran's chest, after the two of you bathed together, looking up at her in admiration. you knew you had the best wife in the world, who was willing to fill your every desire, and when the time came for you to have children with her, she'd be the perfect mother to them.

"i wanna have a girl," you spoke. "and decorate her nursery in all pink. it's gonna be so cute, right?"

"the cutest, my love."

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It irks her to watch you sometimes. She stands just behind you and peers over your shoulder and tries to mentally calculate just how many cups of chocolate chips you’re putting into those cookies, what you think you’re doing with that extra bit of butter.

She asks you about it one day. “You have measuring cups, don’t you?”

You nod, looking back at her briefly — you didn’t realize how close she had come to you. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Do you want me to get them for you?”

“No, that’s okay.”

She becomes very tense. She itches to dig through your drawers for the measuring cups, to throw out the jumble of ingredients in your mixing bowl and start fresh from scratch. “Why not?”

You shrug. “I’ve done this so many times, I can guess how much I need.”

She softens at that, because familiarity is comforting, especially when it has to do with you.

She comes close again and wraps her arms around your waist, balancing her chin on your shoulder — being taller than you has its advantages every once in a while.

“I won’t ask if you want to taste the cookie dough,” you say, mixing the last of the ingredients. “I don’t want another lecture on the risks of raw eggs.”

“Why do you think I’m over here? I have to make sure you’re using your head.”

“Is that it?”

She hums in response, meant to affirm her earlier statement.

“It’s not that you just enjoy my company? Or that you always get this clingy on your days off?”

“I’m not clingy,” she murmurs, but she dips her head down to rest her forehead against your shoulder and you start to think otherwise. “Just supervising.”

You give her the benefit of the doubt.

You reach for the baking sheet you’ve laid out and start to spoon little balls of dough onto it, rows of three, and mindlessly you spoon up some cookie dough to taste test — it doesn’t make it up very far before Baran is grabbing your wrist and lowering it back down.

“Sorry,” you say. “I had to try, and I thought you were distracted. It’s like you’re half-asleep on me right now.”

“I have a ten year old boy,” she says. “Even asleep, I’m fit for damage control.”

She says it like a joke, but it makes you a little sad. You don’t want her to be in a state of constant vigilance at home, definitely not around you, when that’s all she is dealing with at work as well. It’s no wonder she is so tired.

You pat the space on the counter just around the corner from where you’re working. “Sit down.”

She does so, too tired to put up a fight.

“Put some music on,” you say, and hand her your phone. “The kind you like.”

She unlocks your phone — she knows the passcode — and soon you hear the familiar first track of Baran’s favorite playlist start to play through the kitchen.

“There is no damage control to be done here,” you say. “Not when Kaveh is with his grandparents and it’s just you and me.”

Baran yawns and leans her head back against the above cabinets, letting her eyes fall closed. “Okay.”

“And now that you’re distracted I’ll just take this spoon…”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she sighs.

“There’s not even any left,” you roll your eyes, sliding the cookie sheet into the oven. “I made some extra cookies, though. I’ve learned from my mistakes.”

“What mistakes?”

You cross your arms, coming to stand in front of her. “Well, last time when I made cookies, I took them out of the oven and set them aside to let them cool. I wasn’t gone for ten minutes before I came back into the kitchen and every single cookie was gone, Baran.”

She opens her eyes and raises a brow, shrugging. “You must have misplaced them.”

“Right. I misplaced an entire sheet of cookies.”

“Sounds like a definite possibility.”

You step between her legs, hands running up and down her thighs. “Tell me one thing, will you?”

One of Baran’s hands comes up to trace the line of your jaw, a soft smile ghosting over her lips. “Sure.”

“Were you nauseous after eating that many cookies? Like, did it make your stomach hurt?”

She averts her eyes, looking anywhere but at you, until eventually she nods. “I nearly threw up at the grocery store afterwards. I passed the bakery and the smell of all the sweets nearly made me faint.”

You shake your head, the vision too clear in your mind. “That is… very impressive.”

“Thank you.”

“I mean it.”

Her tone is laced with sarcasm. “Yes, and I’m very grateful you’re so supportive.”

You lean in and kiss her then, domestic and unhurried, a sense of calm settling over the two of you in the warmth of your home and in the slow rhythm of the music.

When you eventually part, Baran’s mind is elsewhere.

“How many cookies would you say are in a batch?” Baran asks, with one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your shoulder and her voice sweet as though she has just asked you to marry her or have another child with her.

You blink. “I don’t know, I didn’t really count them.”

“Oh,” she frowns. “Will you?”

“Count them?”

She nods. “I want to get a sense of how they might be rationed.”

“Should I just… make another batch for you?”

Baran shrugs, looking down at her lap as if it is of little consequence. “If you want to.”

And you know how you are about to spend the rest of your afternoon.

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cookies I baked recently 🙂‍↕️ chocolate chip and butterscotch. I think this weekend I’m going to try my hand at a blueberry-lemon tart? maybe baking will be my new thing.