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When Life Gives You Lemons

Nurse!Joel Miller x f!reader

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Wordcount: 3,559

Summary: You've just been diagnosed with cancer, and as you navigate through the grueling treatments, you find solace in an unexpected place - a deep and intimate connection with your nurse, Joel.

Warnings: 18+, reader has cancer, Joel is the softest, kindest man ever, fingering. Yes, there's an orgasm in this cause maybe I'm whackodoodle, but it's my fantasty and I'll do with it what I want.

Notes: Thank you, @saradika-graphics , for the pretty divider 🥰 and thank you @morallyinept for posting adoration it truly made me feel more comfy posting this. This a hard one for me to post, and im not looking for sympathy, but it truly has helped me process my own experience with this. I am not a doctor or medical professional, I only know my own lived experience, and this is semi-based on my own cancer diagnosis and current treatment and me wishing Joel was my nurse. 😍 and obviously, I've added embellishment for the story.

You've always been a fighter, but the diagnosis still hits you like a truck. Cancer. The big C-word, the one you never thought would apply to you. You're only in your late twenties, you think, far too young for this. But here you are, sitting in a sterile hospital room, staring at the white walls and trying to process the news.

A knock on the door startles you, and you turn to see a second doctor. Two doctors, that's never a good sign.

The first doctor, a middle-aged man with a kind face and gentle demeanor, speaks up. "This is Dr. Lee. We've been reviewing your test results, and we wanted to discuss them more in depth with you."

You nod, still in shock from the diagnosis. Dr. Smith continues, "As you know, we found some abnormal cells in your recent biopsy that are cancerous. Unfortunately, the results confirm that you have acute myeloid leukemia, a type of cancer that affects the blood and bone marrow."

Dr. Lee, a younger woman with a serious expression, adds, "This is a serious condition, but it's also highly treatable. We recommend starting chemotherapy as soon as possible to destroy the cancer cells and prevent them from spreading."

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. Not sure exactly how to respond or process this. "When?”

Dr. Smith glances at your chart. "We can begin tomorrow if that works for you. You'll be here for several hours each day, and we'll monitor your progress closely.”

The doctors make you feel cold, sick, disposable, they have a job to do, and you're just the next number on their list.

After the doctors leave, you sit in silence for a few minutes, trying to process the news. The word "cancer" keeps echoing in your mind, and you can't help but feel overwhelmed and scared.

You know you need to leave, so you gather your belongings and head to the parking lot. You sit in your car for a while, staring blankly at the empty space in front of you. Your mind is racing, and you can't seem to focus on anything.

Eventually, you realize that you need to do something more productive than spiral, so you decide to go home and research. You know you're not supposed to do this. The doctors said you shouldn't, but you can't help yourself. What the hell do they know? You're the one with the diagnosis, not them. You need to know what you're up against.

When you get home, you spend hours scouring the internet for information about AML and chemotherapy. You read that AML is a relatively rare cancer. Of course, your bad luck would curse you with something rare that wasn't worth anything of value.

You learn that chemotherapy is the primary treatment and that it involves administering powerful drugs that destroy cancer cells. However, you also read that chemotherapy can have significant side effects, including nausea, hair loss, fatigue, and an increased risk of infections - the lighter of risks among them all.

Hair loss - your safety blanket gone in those two words, nothing left to hide behind.

As you read more and more, you start to feel overwhelmed by the statistics and the potential complications. You know that chemotherapy is going to be rough.

Eventually, you drag yourself to bed, exhausted but unable to sleep. You lay there for hours, staring at the ceiling and thinking about what it would feel like to have these drugs in your body and how they would truly affect you. It makes your heart race, and you feel hot, and you get almost no sleep.

The next morning, you wake up feeling groggy and disoriented. The reality of your diagnosis hits you like a ton of bricks as you get ready for your first treatment. You can't help but feel a sense of dread, but you know you have to stay strong.

When you arrive at the hospital, you're led to a large room with several chairs. Each chair is equipped with an IV pole and a monitor to track vital signs. You take a deep breath and find a seat next to an elderly lady named Ronda. She gives you a warm smile and introduces herself.

"Hi there, I'm Ronda. You don't look like you're feeling too well. It's your first time here, isn't it?" she asks gently.

You nod, still feeling overwhelmed and unsure of what to expect.

"Don't worry, dear. You're in good hands here. Just take it one day at a time," she reassures you.

Before you know it, you see a tall, broad-shouldered man with a kind smile and warm, dark eyes approaching you with a big smile on his face.

"Well, hello there, darlin. I'm Joel, your nurse for today. I'll be takin care of you and makin sure you're comfortable during your treatment," he says in a friendly Southern accent.

You feel a sense of relief wash over you as Joel expertly sets up your IV and begins administering the drugs. You can't help but notice that he's different from other medical professionals you've encountered. He takes the time to explain everything to you, answers all your questions, and even cracks a few jokes to lighten the mood.

As the treatment progresses, you start to feel the effects of the drugs. Your head begins to spin, and your body feels heavy. You glance over at Ronda, who nods sympathetically.

"It's normal to feel a little sick during your first treatment. Just rest and let the drugs do their job," she advises.

You take her advice and close your eyes, trying to focus on something other than the discomfort. As you're lying there feeling particularly weak, Joel pulls up a chair next to you and takes your hand. "I know this is tough," he says softly. "But you're tougher. You can do this.”

Joel squeezes your hand gently, and you can feel the warmth of his touch radiating up your arm. You open your eyes and look at him, taking in his kind smile and the concern etched on his forehead.

"Thanks, Joel. I really appreciate this," you say, feeling a lump forming in your throat.

Joel's face breaks into a warm smile. "Of course, darlin'. I'm here for you every step of the way. Now, I'm going to try something that might help with the nausea. It's an essential oil that's been shown to help with chemotherapy-induced nausea. Would you be open to giving it a try?"

You nod, eager to try anything that might alleviate the queasy feeling in your stomach. Joel reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bottle of lavender essential oil. He uncaps it and wafts it under your nose, and you inhale deeply, feeling the calming scent wash over you.

Within a few minutes, you feel your nausea start to dissipate, and you can feel your body relax a little. Joel smiles at you, pleased with the results.

"Now, I'm going to let you rest for a bit. I'll be back in a little while to check on you, okay?"

You nod, already feeling yourself drift off. Joel's voice fades into the background as you slip into a peaceful sleep, feeling comforted by his warm presence.

When you wake up, you're surprised to find that you feel a little better. The nausea has subsided, and your head is clearer. You look around, and your eyes land on Joel, who's sitting in a chair next to you, taking your vitals. You swear he's the most handsome man you've ever seen.

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The next day, you return to the hospital, feeling a mix of emotions. On one hand, you're anxious about the treatment and the potential side effects. They haven't been too bad yet, but you know it's likely to worsen. On the other hand, you're grateful for the support and care you've received from the medical staff, especially Joel.

As you enter the treatment room, you notice that Joel is already there, setting up your IV. He looks up and gives you a warm smile, and you can't help but feel a sense of comfort wash over you.

"Hey there, darlin'. How are you feeling today?" he asks, his voice full of genuine concern.

You shrug, still feeling a little down. "I've been better," you admit.

Joel nods sympathetically. "I can imagine. Remember, you're not alone in this. You need anything. I'll be here for ya." As he speaks, you notice that he's holding a single red rose. Your heart skips a beat as he holds it out to you. "I know I'm not supposed to be bringin’ in flowers or scented things, but I thought this might help brighten your day.”

You can feel your eyes welling up with tears as you take the rose from him. "Thank you, Joel. This means a lot to me," you say, your voice choked with emotion.

"You're welcome, darlin'. Now, let's get you settled in and start your treatment, okay?"

As the treatment begins, you can feel yourself relaxing in Joel's presence. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, feeling the warmth of the rose in your hand.

As the chemotherapy drugs begin to take effect, you start to feel nauseous and weak. You can feel your body tense up, and you know that you're going to be sick.

Joel notices your discomfort and quickly moves to your side. "It's okay, darlin'. You're doin great. Let's get you to the bathroom before you get too sick," he says, his voice calm and soothing.

He helps you to your feet and leads you to the bathroom, holding your hair back as you vomit into the toilet. You can feel his hand on your back, rubbing gently, and his other hand holding your hair back. The warmth of his touch is comforting, and it helps you to focus on something other than the nausea.

After a few minutes, you're spent and leaning against him. Joel helps you to sit down on the floor, cradling you into his own body as he begins wiping a cool washcloth on your face. "Take your time, darlin'. It's okay to rest for a bit, I gotcha. "

You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. Joel stays by your side, holding your hand and rubbing your back. You wonder if Joel's this nice to every new patient.

After a few minutes, you feel well enough to stand up. Joel helps you to your feet and leads you back to your chair. He gives you some water to drink and encourages you to sip it slowly. "It's important to stay hydrated, darlin'. Even if you don't feel like it,"

You nod, taking small sips of water. It feels heavy in your stomach.

Joel looks at you and notices that you seem to be getting a little restless. "Hey, how about I tell you a story? It might help take your mind off things," he says, smiling at you.

You nod, eager to hear what he has to say. “Lay it on me.”

Joel begins, "So, there I was, just a young boy, livin' in the countryside with my family. We had this old, beat-up truck that we used to drive around on our farm. It was so old that the engine would sometimes just give out on us in the middle of nowhere."

He chuckles, shaking his head at the memory. "One day, my brother and I were driving the truck down a dirt road, and sure enough, the engine died on us. We were miles away from home, and it was gettin' late. We tried to start the engine, but it just wouldn't budge."

Joel pauses, taking a deep breath. "So, there we were, stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no cell phone reception, and it was starting to get dark. We were both getting pretty worried, but then my brother had an idea."

He grins, looking at you with a twinkle in his eye. "He said, 'Joel, we have to push the truck to the nearest hill, and then we can coast down it and hopefully make it back to the farm.' It sounded like a crazy idea, but we were out of options."

Joel starts chuckling again, and you can't help but smile, his laugh, his smile - it's all infectious. “We both got out of the truck and started pushin' it up a nearby hill. We were determined to make it back home without telling our parents. After what seemed like an eternity, we finally managed to push the truck to the top of the hill."

He takes a deep breath, still chuckling. "And then, as we were gettin' ready to hop back in, the truck suddenly came back to life. The damn engine started purrin’ like a kitten, and we were both stunned. We looked at each other, and then we both burst out laughing. It was the craziest thing. We never figured out why the engine suddenly started working again."

You laugh, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you. Joel's story has taken your mind off the treatment, if only for a little while, and you're grateful for it, for him.

When treatment is finally over, Joel helps you to your feet and leads you to the can waiting for you. He gives you a warm hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek. "You did great, darlin'. I'm proud of you."

You feel your eyes welling up with tears as you hug him. "Thank you, Joel. I don't know what I would have done without you today," you say, your voice choked with emotion.

"You're welcome, darlin'. I'll see you tomorrow."

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You find yourself growing more and more comfortable with Joel as the weeks go by, and you soon find yourself confiding in him about everything - your fears, your hopes, and your dreams. You know that he's there for you, no matter what, and you feel a deep sense of gratitude towards him.

One day, as you're feeling particularly vulnerable, before treatment, you find yourself wanting something more from Joel. You're not sure what it is, exactly, but you know that you want to feel closer to him, to experience a deeper level of intimacy with him, you want to feel something.

The words leave your lips before you have a chance to think them through, and you can feel the weight of what you're asking hang heavy in the air. You can see the hesitation in Joel's eyes, and you understand his reservations. You're asking him to cross a boundary that he's never crossed before, and you know that it's not a decision to be made lightly.

"I know this is a lot to ask, Joel. And I understand if you say no. But I feel so numb and heavy right now, and I just want to feel light. I want to feel alive," you say, your voice quiet and earnest.

Joel looks at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours. You can see the struggle in his expression, the war between his professional obligations, and his personal feelings for you. Finally, he takes a deep breath and nods.

"Okay," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it."

You feel a surge of relief and gratitude wash over you as Joel takes your hand and leads you to the small break room just off the treatment floor. He locks the door behind you and turns to face you, his eyes full of concern.

"Are you sure about this, darlin'? I don't want you to do anything that you're not comfortable with."

You nod, feeling more certain than ever. "I'm sure. I trust you, Joel," you say, your voice firm and steady.

Joel smiles and takes a step closer to you, his hands reaching out to touch your face. You can feel the heat of his touch, the warmth of his skin, and you close your eyes, letting yourself fall into the moment.

As Joel's lips meet yours, you can feel the weight of the world lifting off your shoulders. You can feel the lightness and the joy of being alive, and you know that this is what you need. This is what you've been searching for.

Joel's hands tremble slightly as he undresses you, and you can feel the heat of his gaze as he takes in every inch of your exposed skin. You can see the longing and the desire in his eyes, and you know that he's holding back, that he's trying to be gentle and careful with you.

You reach out and take his hand, guiding it to your breast. You can feel the warmth of his touch, the gentleness of his fingers as they brush against your nipple. You moan softly, your body responding to his touch.

Joel continues to touch you gently, his hands exploring your body with reverence and respect. You can feel the tenderness of his movements, and you know that he's taking his time, that he's trying to make sure that you're comfortable and safe.

You can feel the tension in your body beginning to melt away as Joel's hands continue to touch you, as his fingers continue to explore your skin. You can feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, the softness of his lips as they kiss your skin.

As Joel's fingers move lower, you can feel the heat building between your legs. You can feel the wetness gathering, the ache growing stronger, and you know that you want him. You want him to touch you, to explore you, to make you feel.

Joel's fingers begin to move in slow, gentle circles, and you can feel the tension building inside of you. You can feel the pleasure growing stronger, the ache becoming more intense, and you know that you're close.

You moan softly, your body trembling with pleasure, and Joel's fingers move faster, his touch becoming more urgent. You can feel the orgasm building inside of you, the pleasure becoming more intense, and you know that you're close.

With a cry of pleasure, you come undone, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm. Joel holds you close, his arms wrapped around you, his lips pressed against your skin, and you can feel the warmth of his touch, the tenderness of his movements.

As the orgasm fades, you can feel the exhaustion washing over you. You can feel your body growing weak, your limbs growing heavy, and you know that you need to rest. You lay in Joel's arms, feeling more at peace than you have in a long time. You know that what you did was a risk, that it could have consequences, but you don't regret it. You needed this.

"Thank you, Joel," you say, your voice quiet and sincere.

"Anythin’ for you, darlin'.” He smiles, kissing the top of your head.

As you lay there in Joel's arms, feeling the warmth of his body and the rhythm of his heartbeat, you can't help but feel grateful for this moment of respite from the harsh realities of your current battlefield.

"Hey Joel," you say, sitting up and looking at him with a mischievous grin.

"Yeah, darlin'?" he responds, looking at you with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"I think we should start a cancer patients' underground fight club," you declare, trying to keep a straight face.

Joel stares at you for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. And then, just as you think he's going to take you seriously, he starts to laugh.

"A fight club, huh?" he says, still chuckling. "You never fail to surprise me darlin'."

You grin, feeling a little silly but also relieved to have broken the tension. "I just figured it would be a good way to blow off some steam," you say. "And besides, who wouldn't want to see a bunch of cancer patients duking it out in a makeshift ring?"

Joel shakes his head, still laughing. "I think we'll leave the fight clubs to the movies, darlin'. But I appreciate the creativity."

You laugh, feeling a sense of warmth and affection towards Joel. Despite the challenges you're facing, you can't help but feel grateful for the moments of lightness and joy that he brings into your life. And as you lay back down in his arms, you know that no matter what the future holds, you'll always have this moment to look back on and smile.

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rocknrollbabe14 · 3 days

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Rock a Bye Professor

Part Three

Read part one here, part two here

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INERACT.

Warnings: Direct mentions of sex, birth control, missed period, nausea, vomiting, pregnancy and abortion. Professor/Student trope at college level. Both consenting adults. Don't like it, don't read. Thank you!

You sat in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, checking your watch. Joe was running behind for the baby’s appointment. You looked around as you bit your lip. This was an important appointment, hoping you’d get to hear the heartbeat today. There were a lot of pregnant women who were further along than you and some with babies. It hit you like a ton of bricks that soon, that would be your life. Your phone rang easily, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Hello?”

“Hey, love. Running a little behind. Had to leave class early. They haven’t called you back yet, have they?”

“No, not yet.”

“I am coming. Turning up the hill now.”

“Don’t speed, our baby needs its daddy.”, you smirked easily.

“Don’t wanna miss this, love.”

You laughed easily, feeling the happiest you had been in a long time. You all were really doing this. You all were going to have a baby together.

“I’m getting ready to park. I’ll be in shortly. I love you.”

“I love you.”

The phone clicked off easily as you stared down at your lap. The closer it got to your appointment, the more anxious you became. What if something was wrong with the baby? What if it no longer had a heartbeat? You’d feel so guilty having Joe here to be part of that. You shook your head, trying to shake away the negative thoughts as you looked up to see him rushing over to you.

“Hey, love. Sorry, I’m late.”

Joe was in black slacks and a green sweater along with his black blazer. It was cold outside today, nearing twenty degrees. The scent of his cologne already hit your nose, sending chills down your spine. It was like home. How did you manage to stay away from him for weeks?

You stood up to hug him before you both shared a small kiss. “It’s fine. I’m just glad you’re here.”

You both sat down and he took your hand easily, thumbing over your hand. You smiled up at him, his brown eyes shining. He looked so happy and ecstatic.

“Have you been feeling okay today?”

“After this morning, I’ve felt alright. I didn’t eat before I left.”

“You’ve not eaten anything?”

Concern was evident in his voice, his brows raising in surprise.

“No, I was too nauseous.”

He sighed softly. “Did you throw up after I left?”

You shook your head. “No, just super nauseated.”

While you and Joe were waiting, he picked up a maternity magazine and began flipping through it. You watched him easily as he began skimming over a few things. He was wearing his glasses or otherwise, he would have to squint to read.

“Did you know that our baby’s eyes are half closed but can react to light?”

You smiled. “No.”

“Yeah, that’s amazing. At only ten weeks old.”

It was cute how excited he was becoming about the baby, now that he knew. You watched as he continued reading, leaning back in the chair.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.”, the nurse called out as she opened the door, catching your attention.

Joe laid the magazine down, and you both rose up from your chairs. Joe let you go first, disappearing behind the door. He followed. The nurse checked your weight and vital signs before taking you back to a private room. She asked you a few questions about how things had been going—how you were eating, if you were having a lot of morning sickness, the usual. Next, she told you the doctor would be in shortly. The nurse gave you a gown, you undressed easily before getting back on the table.

The door closed, leaving you and Joe alone in the room. You sat on the exam table, holding your very small bump. If you could even call it a bump. It wasn’t long before a knock came to the door, the doctor entered and introduced herself.

“Hey Y/N, how have things been going? This must be your husband?”, she asked, looking up at Joe.

Before you had the chance to answer, he did for you. “Not yet. Boyfriend and baby daddy.”

Not yet? What did he mean by that? You looked at him, surprised.

“Okay,”, she began as she sat down on her stool. “Have you decided about what you’re going to do?”

“We’re keeping the baby.”, you breathed easily as Joe took your hand and kissed your forehead.

She looked surprised before nodding. “So, you’d like to see your baby today? You’re ten weeks. Vitals look good, weight is still okay. You’ve lost a pound since your last appointment. Have you been having morning sickness?”

You looked at Joe easily before answering. “We’d love to see the baby. And I have been having a lot of morning sickness.”

The doctor scribbled some notes. “I’ll write you some Zofran for nausea. Any other symptoms?”

“Just normal ones.”, you sighed.

She nodded. “Alright, well we will do another ultrasound today to check on the baby, see how it’s growing. So if you’ll lay back for me and pull your gown up, I’ll turn off the lights and we’ll look at your baby.”

You nodded as you laid back, Joe pulling the sheet over your legs right at your pelvis. Your belly was exposed, and he gave it a small rub before the doctor came back.

“Alright—really cold gel.”

She squirted the gel on your belly, causing chills to instantly cascade down your spine. You tried to take a deep breath and relax, but your baby was on your mind. You needed to know if your baby was alright. Joe smiled softly at you, holding your hand. His eyes were glued to the blank screen as the doctor placed the transducer on your belly, running it over, looking for the perfect view of your baby. The screen was hues of black and white, the swish and swoosh sounds running together as she searched for your baby.

Her eyes were narrowed, she was focused. Joe rubbed your arm with his other free hand, trying to soothe you. He knew deep down inside, you were worried. Truth was, he was nervous too. He wanted to see his baby. He was chomping at the bits, ready to see his baby. The baby you both had made together.

All of a sudden, she found your baby. Its small arms and legs which were beginning to form came into view, along with its head and small body. Joe laughed, shocked and amazed while his brown eyes glanced over at you. You were smiling back before you both turned your attention back to the screen.

“Ah, here it is—here’s your baby.”, your doctor smiled, beginning to capture some pictures for you both to take home.

“Look at its little arms.”, you smiled at Joe, sniffling easily.

He sniffled, you could see the tears pooling in his brown eyes before he smiled at you. “And it’s little body.”

You giggled. “It’s really our baby.”

He smiled before he leaned down to share another kiss with you, brushing your hair out of your face easily. “Sure is, baby.”

Suddenly, the sound of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room, once again gaining your attention. Joe smiled, a tear sliding down his cheek.

“Our baby’s heartbeat.”, he smiled, his voice hardly above a whisper.

“I know.”, you smiled, sniffling.

Joe wiped the stray tear that was sliding down your cheek.

“It’s such a beautiful sound.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

The rhythm of your baby’s heartbeat was displayed on the screen. The doctor was printing everything as she smiled at you both.

“Everything looks good. Baby’s measuring about a week ahead, but it looks perfectly healthy. Heartbeat is 140. Perfect.”, she smiled as she prepared to shut off the machine.

You took a sigh of relief before you and Joe shared another kiss.

“Alright. I’ll see you back in four weeks. Hopefully, then, we’ll get to find out the gender of your baby. Call the office if you need anything. I’ll send in your prescription for Zofran to your pharmacy. Okay? Here’s the pictures of your baby.”, she smiled as she handed the printouts to you, Joe instantly looking over your shoulder at them.

The doctor left, allowing you to get dressed. Joe grabbed your waist from behind, placing a kiss on your neck. “Wanna grab some lunch and coffee?”

“Isn’t caffeine bad for the baby?”, you smirked as he felt your belly.

“One cup of coffee is okay. About twelve ounces. That’s what they recommend that you drink.”, he mumbled as he placed soft kisses on your neck, sending chills down your spine.

“I guess I could eat.”, you smirked easily.

“You need to. You’re eating for two.”, he smirked as you opened the door, ready to leave.

“Okay, I’ll eat.”

You both decided on the small cafe in town, most people didn’t go there to hang out. Especially from college. So, it felt safe to go there to eat and relax after seeing the baby and hearing its heartbeat. It was a happy day, one to celebrate. You rode with Joe, he parked on the street. Joe got out first, opening your door. You thanked him, still not used to a man doing nice things for you. But Joe was different—he went out of his way to make you feel cared about. He grabbed your hand before holding the door open, allowing you to both enter the small cafe.

The weather was freezing, causing you to shiver. You pulled your coat closer, teeth chattering inside your mouth. Joe rubbed your shoulders easily as you both looked at the menu, trying to decide what to order. You decided on a chicken salad croissant, coffee, and water. Joe decided on a salad and tea. It was going to be a light lunch, but he promised to make dinner for you. After Joe pulled your chair out, you both sat down. He grabbed your hands from across the table, acting like you were both love-drunk teenagers.

They brought your drinks and food to the table, leaving you both to talk.

“So, are you gonna stay over tonight?”, Joe stirred in his salad, mixing the vegetables with the dressing.

“Yeah, if you want me to.”

“Of course, I want you to. I wanna look at pictures of our baby while we’re laying in bed and start trying to guess what it will be.”

You smirked as you took a sip of water. “You do?”

“Yes, love. Sound like a good night to you?”

You nodded before taking a bite of your croissant, looking up at the register.

“Shit.”, you hissed, almost dropping your croissant.

“What?”, Joe asked easily, instantly worried.

“There’s Haleigh from class. What do—what do we do?”

Panic instantly began to coarse through your veins. Joe could read the panic in your eyes, letting go of your hand easily. You instantly saw the disappointment in his eyes as his happy, giddy mood slightly faded as he looked down at his salad. It pained him to have to continuously hide this, but he understood. With the baby coming, he didn’t want to lose his job and didn’t want you kicked out of college. You instantly felt guilty for ruining his mood—or at least you felt like you had.

“Just act natural.”, he said softly, continuing to stare down at his salad.

You took a sip of your water, trying to wash down the bite of chicken salad croissant you almost choked on. You held your breath as your classmate and your boyfriend’s student finished ordering, praying that there was some slight hope she might miss you all, maybe she wouldn’t notice you. That would be the best-case scenario, but things are not looking good right now.

But all your efforts were futile.

“Oh hey Y/N!! And—Professor Quinn?”

You looked up, seeing Joe’s eyes close at the sound of his name. Now, you all would have to come up with a cover.

“Oh hey—Haleigh. Nice to see you out in town.”, you smiled, praying you were a good liar.

“Yes—nice to see you, Haleigh.”, Joe smiled softly.

“So—is this like a study date? Or what?”, Hayleigh laughed easily, but there was some jealousy evident in her voice.

You knew there were a lot of students that lusted after him. You could see it in their eyes when they watched him turn to write on the board, biting their lip as they stared at his ass, giggling softly. It made you burn with jealousy and part of you worried that he would find a new flavor of the month, forgetting you completely. So far, he hadn’t. He still loved and cared about you. There were some of the same girls who asked him for tutoring sessions after class, making sure to show a little extra cleavage. It was one of the reasons he was home late sometimes.

Were there nights when you worried that things had gone too far? That he had allowed the girls to take things too far? That the tutoring session may have progressed to something more. The thought plagued you, but you never let him know about your doubts and fears.

“Oh—I saw Y/N here and she asked if I wouldn’t mind running over a few things with her—if I could spare my dinner time and I agreed.”

Hayleigh laughed easily. “Oh—I was gonna ask the same, Professor Quinn. Could you spare next Thursday evening? Maybe after our night lab?”, she twirled a piece of her hair, smiling as she bit her lip.

Joe smiled easily, but your smile soon faded into a frown.

“Yes, get with me after class on Thursday.”, he nodded.

“Thanks so much, Professor Quinn. Can’t wait.”

She walked off and exited the cafe, him breathing a sigh of relief. Your smile was still a frown, taking a sip of your coffee.

“What’s wrong, love?”, Joe asked.

“Nothing.”

“It’s something. Tell me.”

“You’re agreeing to tutor Hayleigh after your late lab.”

“You’re upset?”

You didn’t make eye contact with him, taking another sip of your coffee.

“Y/N, this is my job. It’s nothing like that.”, he breathed.

“Not right now.”

Joe scoffed easily. “Love, I would never—”

Your voice cracked, and your eyes instantly began to swell up with tears. “You say that now. But I’m gonna get all fat and pregnant and hormonal—God, it’s already starting.”

Leaning on the table, you already put your head in your hands and began to cry.

“Baby.”, he breathed softly, feeling instantly horrible for seeing you cry.

Your eyes were still closed as you waved him off, trying to make him stop.

“I love you, Y/N. Yes, you’re pregnant. But you’re having my baby. And it’s normal for you to feel emotions you’re not used to feeling. That’s normal. Your body’s changing, love. I know all about the process, trust me. And I want to be here with you and be there with you through it.”, he took your hands, rubbing his thumbs across them.

You looked up at him, hair slightly in your eyes. “You mean it?”

“Of course, love. I love you.”

“I love you, Joe.”

“Now, let’s go home. Maybe take a bath together and lay in bed and talk about our baby.”, he smirked.

“Don’t you have papers to grade?”, you laughed lightly, blinking the tears out of your eyes.

“They can wait.”

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After arriving home, Joe took it upon himself to run a bath for you. You sat on the bed, only in the robe he had bought for you to leave at his house. There were subtle signs you were at his house, him asking you to leave a few things to show you wanted to be there. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be there, but you weren’t used to feeling this way about someone and your last relationship wasn’t exactly a fairy tale or anything like your current one.

“Hey babe! Bath’s ready!”, Joe called from the bathroom.

You got off the bed easily, making your way into the bathroom to find Joe standing there completely naked already, wearing nothing but a smile on his face. Your mouth dropped easily, but you tried to fix your face quickly. The lights were off except for the candles he had lit.

“Mind if I join?”, he breathed easily.

“No—not at all.”, you smiled back as he took you into his arms, beginning to kiss your neck softly as his hands wandered down to find your tie on the robe and began to undo it gently as you both shared soft kisses.

One thing about Joe was he made everything sensual and romantic and you loved that about him. He never failed to be romantic, even sending flowers anonymously to your dorm for your birthday.

Once he undid the tie on your robe, he slid it off your shoulders and allowed it to fall to the ground, now leaving you completely naked. He pulled you flush against him, instantly feeling his hard-on against your thigh.

“Ready for the bath?”, he whispered between kisses.

You nodded. “Are you sure you don’t want to just forego it and move to the bedroom?”

He broke the kiss. “And miss a chance to bath with my sexy girlfriend? No chance.”

You smirked as he helped you over into the bathtub, you scooting to the front instinctively to allow him to get behind you. You closed your eyes as he slipped in the tub behind you, instantly pulling you against him. You felt his rock-hard cock press into your back as he began to pour water over your body, instantly making you sharply inhale and you felt your nipples growing hard from the contrast of the warm water and cold air.

“Just relax, baby. Gonna take real good care of you.”

You hummed in response as you sank into him further.

“It’s so sexy you’re carrying my baby.”, he breathed as he grabbed some bubbles, dumping them into the water.

“Yeah?”, you breathed, closing your eyes.

“Oh yeah. Can’t wait until your belly grows and you get that cute little bump.”, he breathed as he kissed your neck.

You laughed lightly in response. “So I can be fat?”

“No—you’re gonna look all cute and sexy carrying my baby. Gonna be hard to keep my hands off during class.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”, he confirmed as his thick, broad hands began to roam your chest, finding your breasts and cupping them with his hands.

“Are they still sore?”

“Not—as bad.”, you breathed.

“Mhmm….wanna rub them, play with them….”, he moaned softly into your ears, his breath tickling your ear, sending chills down your spine. “If that’s okay with you…..”

“Yeah….”, you hummed, relaxing further into into him while spreading your legs instinctively.

“Already spreading your legs for me?”, he teased as he placed soft kisses on your neck.

His left hand left your left breast, cascading down your belly until it found your clit, his fingers instantly slipping inside. His right hand stayed on your right breast, kneading it while pinching your nipple with his thumb and pointer finger.

“Is that what you wanted, love?”

You nodded breathlessly, humming. “Feels so good, Joe.”

“Because….”, he chuckled. “I know your body so well, don’t I baby?”

You nodded. “Mhmmm….so good.”

He chuckled as his fingers simultaneously worked inside your clit all while playing with your nipple twisting it and rubbing it just as he knew you loved it. You couldn’t hold back your pleasurable moan, feeling like you were on cloud nine. The rest of the world around you both didn’t matter. Nothing else matters to him except pleasuring you and worshipping your body. He loved you more than anything else in the world and he wanted a chance to prove it to you.

Before another moan could escape, his fingers left your clit abruptly causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry, baby. It’s still gonna feel really good….spread those legs a little more for me…..”

You did as he asked, feeling his fingers slip inside your wet slick, working in and out of your cunt causing a gasp to elicit from your lips.

“Like that baby?”, he placed more kisses on you, continuing to multitask and doing a damn good job at it.

You nodded, inhaling sharply. For once, everything else was melting away.

“Good girl, such a good girl.”

His words sent chills down your spine, making your stomach twist into knots.

“Joe…..”

“You know, we still gotta make sure you pass. Gotta get you graduated before our baby comes.”, his hand moved from your breast, rubbing your belly softly.

“Been doing good…..in all my classes…..”

“I know, baby. You have…..I’m very proud of you.”

You had to admit it made you all giddy and horny just to hear him praise you.

“Gonna be cutting it close……”, you breathed.

“About?”, he hummed.

“Graduation—keeping this baby in until then.”

He sighed softly. “You know what the doctor will recommend if you’ve not gone into labor, don’t you?”

“What?”

“Sex.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, seriously. I’ve been reading.”, he smirked.

You rolled your eyes playfully, feeling his finger diving deeper into your cunt. Your back arched as you let out a drawn-out sigh.

“You’ve already—been reading about the baby?”

“Of course, I have. I mean—I do know a lot from being an anatomy professor and all, but when it’s your baby—there’s just something about that.”, he breathed before kissing your neck.

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, he was excited about having a baby. The situation was going completely opposite of what you would have imagined it would have. He wanted this with you. He wanted to be a dad.

“It’s really sexy that you want this. Can’t wait for you to be a dad.”

“Mhmmm, me too.”, he hummed, placing soft and slow kisses on your neck.

You could feel your nipples harden at the rush of his touch. You sighed into him, the only sounds feeling the room were the subtle splashes of water as he worked his fingers in and out of you. He felt you spread your legs wider, giving into him.

“You really want this, don’t you?”

“Yes.”, you moaned.

“Right now?”, he breathed against your neck.

“Yes, please. Don’t—can’t wait.”, you swallowed hard.

He chuckled softly. “Don’t you want a bath, baby?”

“Just gonna be made a mess again.”

“Mhmm, want me to take you to bed and fuck you properly? Is that it?”, the speed of his fingers increasing.

You nodded, your plea drawn out. “Please.”

“Alright, love. Your wish is my command.”, he breathed as his fingers slid out just as fast as they had entered.

You whimpered at the loss of his fingers inside of you. He easily stood up in the bathtub, getting out. You felt yourself fall back against the rim of the bathtub, taking him in. You bit your lip as you admired his perfect ass, his perfect broad shoulders. Your chest was heaving just at the sight in front of your eyes. He grabbed a towel, quickly getting most of the water off before grabbing another for you. He came over to the tub, smiling at you.

“Ready love?”

You nodded before he kissed you deeply. He helped ease you out of the water as he wrapped the towel around your body. He held you in his arms, making you feel protected. You felt the cold air hit your body, shivers cascading down your body as your nipples hardened causing them to ache slightly.

“Let’s go to bed, baby.”, he breathed as he kissed you softly and slowly.

He picked you up easily, causing you to laugh before you wrapped your legs around his waist. Both of your lips crashed into one another, chaotic and full of desire. His hands slipped under your ass, not missing the chance to feel up on it. He somehow managed to grab the light switch on your all’s way out of the bathroom, flipping it off before ending up in his master bedroom. He had a very dim light just enough for you all to find your way to the bed. He eased you down on the bed, breaking the kiss.

Your hair was still wet but neither of you cared. Your towel loosened up, not leaving much to his imagination. His was long gone, still in the bathroom. His cologne mixed with his natural musk still managed to tickle your nose, causing your stomach to twist into knots. It wasn’t hard to imagine how you ended up pregnant in the first place.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful.”, he smiled, brushing a piece of damp hair out of your face.

“Whatever.”, you laughed easily, smiling up at him.

“No—I mean it.”

His fingers brushed your cheek, melting into his touch. Your towel was the only thing separating him from you. He leaned down, pressing his cock into your thigh as he kissed you softly and slowly. He was amazing at making love to you. He never failed to make you feel special.

“Mhmmm.”, you moaned, the taste of his lips and tongue mixing with yours.

His hands moved from your cheeks down your chest, grabbing where your towel was tucked together. He easily undone it, the towel falling on the bed, leaving you exposed.

“I’m surprised your sex drive is still high.”, his broad, thick fingers roaming your body.

“Ten weeks. I should be on the mend with the morning sickness and nausea, right?”

“Mhm, ideally. Ten weeks, your hormone levels usually will drop off meaning you’ll experience less fatigue and nausea.”

You kissed him, deepening the kiss. It was sexy to hear him talk about your body and the changes he knew was happening. It just did something to you.

“I feel a little better.”

“I can tell.”, he chuckled as you shared soft, slow kisses.

“And what are you gonna do about it?”

Your tone was teasing, laced with eagerness.

“Mhm, what do you want, baby? Don’t you want fucked?”

“I do.”, you moaned easily. “So bad.”

“That’s what I’ll do then. Gonna make you feel good—feel better. You deserve it.”, he breathed as he kissed down your neck and chest, sending chills all over.

“Why do I—deserve it?”, you gulped.

“You’re pregnant with my baby, you deserve to be spoiled, don’t you?”

You nodded as he placed one last kiss on your stomach, beginning to line himself up with your entrance. You could feel the tip of his cock brushing your entrance, causing you to close your eyes and swallow hard. It made you think back to all the times you all had made love—one of which you had ended up with your baby. You didn’t expect to get pregnant, even thinking taking a couple of pills late wouldn’t make a difference.

“Of course you do.”, he agreed softly.

You smiled up at him, waiting for the moment he would enter you. It would be like a dream come true. It wasn’t just something you wanted—it was something you needed. He needed it just as badly as you did.

“Ready baby?”

“Please, Joe.”

That was all it took, giving him permission to take you. You felt the tip of his cock brush your entrance again before shoving deep inside of you, splitting you wide open. You hissed lightly before it turned into a moan, gripping the silk sheets on the bed. He groaned, ensuring he was as deep as he could be in your cunt.

“So tight, baby. Feels—so good.”, he groaned, beginning to thrust inside of you.

“Yeah?”, you swallowed.

“Oh yeah, how does it feel for you baby?”

“Amazing.”

“Good, baby.”, he groaned as he pushed deep enough to hit your g-spot.

You could feel the hot aching twist in your stomach as your legs wrapped perfectly around his waist. It was clear this wasn’t the first time you all had done this, working together like a well-oiled machine. Your hands moved from the sheet to his chest, running your delicate fingers down. Having him inside of you was like heaven. Any intrusive thoughts from the day was melting away, you only being able to focus on him.

It was a relief, euphoria beginning to flood through your body. Like a dam breaking free. He took his time working in and out of you, making sure you were enjoying it as much as he was. Making love with him was one of your favorite things to do since getting together. He was intelligent—you loved to listen to him lecture even explaining things as you all had laid in bed while he graded papers by the light of his lamp. He was caring—always making sure you were okay. He could read you like an open book. He was hot—you thought back to all the times that you walked in class, taking a seat near the front of the room. It wasn’t hard to look at him while he lectured, matter of fact, it gave you an excuse to look.

You would jot down notes as you bit your lip, knowing deep down inside you’d do anything for a chance with him. Never once did you imagine you would actually get that chance.

“Are you okay, love?”

“Yes, why?”, you moaned.

“Just checking, love. Wanna make sure you’re enjoying this and it’s feeling good for you.”

“Oh—it is.”, you moaned with a smile.

“Yeah?”, he hummed as he thrust deeper inside of you.

“Yeah—feels so good, babe. You’re hitting it just right.”

He loved it when you praised him. It made him feel good. A smile spread across his lips as closed his eyes, giving into the euphoria. He didn’t want to keep his eyes closed too long, he was afraid he’d miss those seductive, alluring sex faces of yours.

“I’m glad, baby. So glad I can make you feel good—fucking your cunt just right.”

“Joe.”, you moaned easily, shivers cascading up your spine.

“What, love? Easy to see how you ended up pregnant, isn’t it?”

“Wasn’t—trying.”

“I know but it happened, didn’t it? And I’m so fucking happy that you’re having our baby.”

You couldn’t help but smile. It was a relief that he wanted to be in your life and be a dad. It ws all you’d ever wanted or imagined once you became pregnant. You just never imagined it would be this soon or with your professor.

“Me—too.”, you gasped through thrusts.

“Mhmm can’t wait until you get that cute little bump. You’re gonna look so sexy.”

“Will—not.”

“Will—so.”, he grunted, thrusting deep inside.

“Fuck—Joe.”

He felt your toes curling against his waist as your fingernails sank into his shoulders. He knew what this meant and he couldn’t wait. Your breathing hitched as you were barreling to your orgasm head-on. It felt like you were floating, the aching feeling in the pit of your stomach rising into your chest. Your moans were becoming louder as you begged him to fuck you—begged him for a release.

“Fuck, Joe. So—close. Make me cum, please—pretty please.”, you begged.

“Aw, baby you know you don’t have to beg.”, he breathed as he threw one leg over his shoulders, giving him more leverage and allowing him deeper penetration.

You nodded, legs beginning to shake. “I—know.”

“This is all about you, baby.”

As if you needed reminding, your eyes rolling back in your head from the pleasure he was providing you. He wished he could stop time for just a second so he could revel in this moment. It was always his favorite during sex, the moment you would release and all his hard work would pay off. He didn’t mind working hard if that meant both of you came to a release. He loved being on top—dominating you.

“Joe—I’m gonna cum—so close.”, you moaned out, back arching as you sank your fingernails further in his back causing him to groan in return.

“Fuck—cum, baby. Can’t wait to feel you all over my cock.”

You took a sharp inhale before the dam finally broke free. You let out a reverberant moan, gripping his shoulders as you felt yourself tighten around his cock, pulling him in. His lone curls were beginning to stick to his forehead which was damp with sweat. All the tension and anticipation that had built up was finally resolved. Your juices washed over his cock as he softened his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm high.

“Oh—Joe….”, you moaned out pitifully, already spent from your orgasm.

He took a free hand, brushing your hair out of your face. “I know, baby. Let it out. You’re such a good girl.”, he cooed.

“Oh——”

Your right hand slid down his arm, rubbing over his hand. He knew what you wanted—he wasted no time in grabbing your hand, lacing your fingers in his.

“That what you needed baby?”

He chuckled lightly as you nodded in response, another string of moans fell from your lips as he felt your body begin to relax underneath him. He was still thrusting inside of you.

“Can I cum now?”, he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded while wearing a cock drunk smile on your face. “Yeah, I’d love that, babe.”

“Okay, baby. I’m gonna go a little faster, okay?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut. “Okay, babe.”

He was on a mission. You were sensitive, each thrust intensified as he began to chase his orgasm. In your hazy state, you counted how many thrusts it took him before his release. One—two—three—four—.

“Fuck, here it comes, baby.”, he warned as his thrusts ceased almost immediately, a guttural groan coming from his throat.

His fingertips sank in your hips, his hips stuttering as he kept himself buried inside of you. You felt his cock pumping his cum deep inside your cervix. A smile spread across your lips, thinking about how there was already a baby. His chest heaved, your legs still trembling. He tried to catch his breath as he let himself finish inside of you, making sure he didn’t pull out and deprive you of any of his seed.

“How was it, baby? Feeling okay?”, he asked as you brushed his curls back.

“Amazing—perfect, just what I needed. Thank you, babe.”

He leaned down to kiss your lips softly and tenderly before he pulled out easily, eliciting another whimper from you.

“So sorry, love. Guess I could have let you cock-warmed me.”, he breathed as he collapsed in bed, pulling you towards him before grabbing the sheet and comforter and pulling it up and over you both.

You shot up easily. “You know what cock-warming is?”

He chuckled lightly. “Just because I’m well educated doesn’t mean I don’t know the slang terms, love.”

He gave you a peck on the cheek, causing you to laugh. You snuggled into his warm arms, closing your eyes. You were beginning to get some of your energy back. Joe kissed your head before making sure you both were comfortable under the sheets—warm and protected.

“What do you think the baby will be?”, you asked softly.

“Hmmmm,”, he pondered out loud. “A girl.”

He was already trying to doze off, voice become slow and soft. The voice that drove you crazy, you loved hearing it first thing in the morning. Your mind instantly began running, thinking of him holding the baby on his chest and kissing its head as he rubbed the baby’s back, kissing its head and telling the baby how much he loved it and how amazing it was that you gave him a baby of his own. It made your heart swell, and butterflies rise in your stomach.

“A girl?”

“Mhmmm.”

“I think it’s going to be a boy.”

“I’ll be happy either way.”, he kissed your head.

“Me too. I love you, Joe.”

“I love you too Y/N, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

A few more weeks passed, a few more appointments came and gone. You were sixteen weeks and your pregnancy was becoming harder to hide. Joe was downstairs, making coffee. He had taken a few days off from teaching to spend some time with you. It was approaching Thanksgiving break, a chance for you all to spend some time together away from school. You had debated going home to see your parents, but they didn’t even know you were pregnant yet.

“Mhm there’s my baby.”, he smiled as he took you in his arms, placing his hand on your belly.

“Yeah.”, you smirked as you both shared a soft tender kiss.

Joe was counting down until the appointment where they told you what the baby was going to be. They were going to try at eighteen weeks if the baby cooperated. He was so excited he could barely contain himself.

“So can we talk for a minute?”

You pulled away from Joe lightly. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine, love. Just—mum and dad would like to fly in from London around May, near your due date so they can be here and see the baby once it’s born—if you’re okay with it.”

“You told your parents?”

“I did—have you not told your mum and dad?”

“Not yet—I was wanting to wait until I was around twenty weeks.”

“Gonna tell them your professor got you pregnant?”, he smirked lightly.

“Well—not sure.”, you smirked back easily.

“Mhm, I see. So can I tell my parents that’s okay?”

“Yeah—did you tell them you got your student pregnant?”, you teased before sharing another kiss.

He smirked as he parted from you, going over to grab you a cup of coffee.

“Isn’t caffeine bad for the baby?”

“One cup will be okay.”, he rolled his eyes playfully.

Even though it was November, there was the threat of a terrible snowstorm. It was expected to begin later this evening. You weren’t going to complain if you both got snowed in together. This time next year, there would be a baby to share it with. The holidays will be an even more joyous time and you couldn’t wait to have the baby’s first Christmas. You all were going to have a baby of your own, become a family.

You didn’t know if you all would be married. You didn’t know what that part of your future was going to bring. But you were ready for it, you were ready to share it with him.

“I’m gonna go to the grocery store in case it snows and we’re stuck for a few days. I’m still not quite used to the snows here—London wasn’t quite like that.”, he chuckled lightly.

“Alright.”

“Anything you or the baby wants?”, he smiled, rubbing your belly.

Your morning sickness had practically subsided. There were still moments of nausea but they often left almost as quickly as they had came.

“Just some yogurt—blueberry specifically. And some macaroni and cheese—oh and pickles.”

“Pickles?”, Joe scrunched up his nose.

“That reminds me—ice cream too, please.”

“Flavor?”

“Vanilla.”

“Alright, love. If you think of anything else you or the baby wants, text me. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He gave you another kiss before grabbing his keys, bending down to give your bump one last kiss. “Daddy will be back, baby.”

You watched Joe leave before making yourself a quick bowl of cereal and going to sit on the couch. Propping your feet up, you turned on the television as you attempted to find something to watch. It had become a habit for you to put your hand on your belly, rubbing it gently. It was a comfort thing—it was comforting for you both. You hoped anyway. Both you and Joe talked to the baby at night or in the evenings. He had read it was good for the baby in a book and he had been doing it ever since. It was cute, you had to admit.

Minding your own business while eating your cereal, you felt add odd feeling—one you had never felt before. You had read about it before or you think you had. You rubbed your hands over your belly again, feeling it with your own fingertips. It was the baby moving. Tears immediately came into your eyes and you instantly wished Joe would have been there, but it could have happened at any point. Wasting no time, you pulled out your cell phone and dialed his number immediately.

The line rang a few times before he finally picked up, you on the brink of crying.

“Hey, love. Is everything okay? I’m trying to hurry.”

“Joe.”

“Yes?”

“The baby kicked.”

“What?”, he laughed, you knowing he had a smile on his face.

“Yeah, I was eating some cereal and I felt the baby moving. I had to call you.”

“Record it. I wanna see it when I get home, please.”

“Okay.”, you laughed easily. “See you at home.”

“Alright, love. I love you.”

“I love you.”

You ended the call easily before turning your camera on, facing it on your growing belly. You pulled your pajama shirt up easily to reveal your belly. Staring at your belly, you waited for the baby to move again. Rubbing your belly, you attempted to coerce the baby to move. The baby waited a moment before beginning to move and kick again, causing a smile to spread across your face. It was hard to imagine you were having a real baby before when you just read a positive pregnancy test.

Seeing your baby on the first ultrasound made you realize this was really happening—you were really having a baby. Now, you were sixteen weeks pregnant. Your bump was bigger, finally giving a visualization that you were indeed growing a tiny human. In the video, you asked your little peanut to show Daddy how it could kick. The baby didn’t disappoint, giving a lot of good kicks and movement. You smirked, knowing Joe would adore this. He would be over the moon, just like he was any time he rubbed your bump or saw the baby through a doctor’s appointment.

Caught up in the fact that you had finally felt your baby move, you didn’t notice when Joe pulled in or when the door opened, an arm full of bagged groceries in his hands.

“Hey, love.”

“Hey, Joe.”

“Is the baby still kicking?”

“Yeah—showing off now.”, you smiled.

Joe brushed the snow off his peacoat as he slid his boots off and closed the door, heading straight for the kitchen. He sat the groceries on the table before coming back into the living room, quickly sliding off his peacoat and taking a seat beside you on the couch.

“I’m guessing the snow started?”

“It did. It’s coming down hard and fast. I’m glad I went to the store. I got a few extra things for us in case it snows us in.”, he smiled as he leaned over, sharing a kiss with you.

“Thanks, babe. You’re the best. Wanna feel the baby?”

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about driving home. Pretty sure I broke the speed limit a couple of times.”

He chuckled softly as you began giggling, grabbing his hand and placing it on your belly. You moved it gently, trying to find exactly where the baby was kicking.

“Don’t get shy around Daddy.”, you told your bump, feeling slightly discouraged.

“You took a video, didn’t you?”

You nodded. “But I want you to feel the real thing.”

“Maybe the baby is sleeping. Mommy’s all relaxed and maybe the baby thought it was a good time for a nap—which you need to take too.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at Joe. He had insisted on you taking naps after class and even between your classes, giving you a key to his place. He didn’t live far from campus and it was much more relaxing at his house than in the dorm rooms. You would admit that it felt good to get a nap in and it was nice that he was pitching in to cook dinner, pick up dinner, do the dishes, and do the laundry. And you were now even leaving clothes at his place.

“I will after we put away groceries and I eat something else. Ugh, my cravings are so bad.”, you rolled your eyes again, still moving his hand in an effort to get the baby to kick.

“Mhm, that’s normal. You’re eating for two.”

“Yeah and I’m gonna gain weight.”, you groaned.

“A pound a month is ideal. You lost in the beginning from morning sickness and nausea. It’s not going to kill you to eat what you want. You’re only gaining in your belly.”, he sighed.

“It will kill me when I have big, ugly stretch marks.”

Joe sighed. “You’re still going to be beautiful and it’s just a reminder that you’re growing and nurturing our baby. You’ll still be the most beautiful and sexy woman I’ve ever met.”

You smiled at him easily before moving his hand in just the right spot, distracting from your conversation. You and Joe both gasped in excitement, a look of awe on both of your faces.

“Joe, did you feel it?”

“I did. Daddy’s little peanut.”

You both had tears in your eyes as you looked at one another. Joe’s brown eyes were beaming—just like you knew they’d be.

“I love you.”, he breathed.

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

“Not possible.”, you argued back playfully.

He held his hand there, feeling the baby under his hand. It was the most magical feeling, one he never thought would happen. There were times he never imagined he would be a father and now, it was happening. He imagined he would be married ideally, but he wouldn’t change a thing. You giggled easily, making your belly shake as he moved his hand ever so slightly just to keep up with the baby. You smiled at him widely, him returning the same gesture.

“Oh it is.”, he hummed before leaning in, sharing another slow and passionate kiss.

“Can we put groceries away now? I’m starving.”, you eyed him.

“I don’t even want to stop feeling for a second.”, he sighed.

“I know, babe. But you’ll have plenty of time to do it once I’ve ate something.”

He pouted playfully. “I know, love. What do you want to eat?”, he rubbed your belly easily, still feeling the baby move around under his hand.

“Ugh. A sandwich. Like with everything—ham, cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles, mayonnaise, mustard, and ketchup. And ice cream. With a pickle?”, you smiled nervously.

Joe’s nose crinkled up. “You hate mustard and pickles.”

“I know. I can’t help it. I’m craving it. Your baby is craving it.”

He laughed easily, pinching the bridge of his nose above his glasses. “I know. I’ll get it. Just relax and get comfy, baby. What did you want to drink?”

“A little caffeine….soda?”, you eyed him.

He smirked, teasing you. “Fine. I guess we can make an exception. I thought for dinner we could make baked ziti.”

“Never had it, but it sounds good.”, you eyed him as you both stood up before he leaned down to kiss your bare bump, sending shivers and chills down your spine.

“I thought we were relaxing.”, he eyed you over his glasses, a true teacher look. “But baked ziti is similar to lasagna, but better.”

“I said I’d help you put groceries away.”, you sighed. “I’m just pregnant—not helpless.”, you eyed him.

“You need to relax. It’s cold—snowing. Perfect nap and cuddle weather. We could even go to the bedroom and cuddle if you’re more comfortable in bed. Watch Hallmark movies—isn’t that what you all do near Christmas?”

You eyed him before rolling your eyes. “Yeah, we like our cheesy, romantic Hallmark movies. And I guess that would be okay once I eat.”, you smirked.

Secretly, you both had an understanding that it would turn into more. ‘

“Alright and once you fall asleep—I’m getting up to make dinner.”

“You’d leave me? And our baby?”, you pouted, rubbing your bump as you both made your way into the kitchen.

He sighed as he began sitting the groceries out of the plastic bags, stuffing them under the sink. “Just to make an amazing dinner for you both.”

“Fine.”

You both laughed, sharing a kiss. Life was good—perfect practically. The only downside was still having to keep your all’s relationship a secret. It was getting harder, the closer you both grew to one another. This baby wasn’t making matter any easier. Tori still didn’t know you were pregnant as you were still able to hide it. Soon, you’d have to tell her but there was no way you were telling her who the baby’s father was. You watched Joe put away the groceries, you helped by handing him the items sitting on the table.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip as he bent over, even his slacks showing his ass almost perfectly. It was one of your favorite things physically about him. He put the last of the groceries away before getting the ingredients out to make your sandwich. He seemed to notice that you had been staring at him, causing a smirk to spread across his lips as he began cutting the vegetables for your sandwich.

“Enjoying the view?”, he teased.

“Maybe.”, you shrugged easily.

He chuckled softly as he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose before going back to cut your vegetables. “Maybe you can enjoy it later top, hm? If you feel up to it.”

You smirked easily, feeling like a love-sick teenager. “I’d like to. As long as your baby cooperates.”

A smile spread across his lips as he laid the vegetables on top of your ham. “You’ve had a lot less nausea lately.”

“I know but it still happens—at night which is really weird.”

Joe laughed. “I know.”

He was finishing your sandwich, putting all the condiments on it before setting your drink beside it. You wasted no time in moving over to the countertop and grabbing your drink and sandwich, beginning to eat immediately. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took your first bite of the sandwich, feeling like you hadn’t eaten in days. These pregnancy hormones were taking a toll on you but it would all be worth it for this baby.

“Does it taste good?”

You nodded, humming in agreement. “Mhm, you did amazing babe.”

Joe came over and kissed your head. “Glad I could make you happy.”

“More than happy.”

Joe smiled as you ate your sandwich, finishing it almost as quickly as he made it before chasing it down with your soda. You both smiled at one another before Joe went back over to the freezer pulling out your ice cream and a pickle—just like you had asked. He tried to suppress his slight disgust as he brought it over to the kitchen table, sitting it down in front of you.

“Thanks, babe. After this we’re going to cuddle in bed and watch Hallmark, right?”

He nodded as he sat down at the table beside you, eager to feel your belly again. You giggled as his hands found it again.

“We’ll watch your Hallmark movies and cuddle.”, he reaffirmed.

You all shared another kiss before you dug into your ice cream and pickle, not taking very long to scarf it down either. You got up, rinsing out your bowl before grabbing a glass of water to take to the bedroom. You couldn’t help but look out the window, seeing the snow falling. It was a thick, heavy snow that was quickly coating the ground and everything else in its path.

“It’s really coming down out there, isn’t it?”, Joe asked coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Yeah.”

“I think I’ll kick on the fireplace. And don’t worry, it’s propane, not actual logs.”, he smirked as he pecked your cheek.

You smirked softly. “Want hot chocolate or something?”

“I’ll just take tea. I need to try to stay awake and grade papers.”, he sighed. “Before dinner or the power goes out.”

You nodded easily, remembering exactly how he liked his tea.

“Shouldn’t I be waiting on my pregnant girlfriend?”

“I am perfectly capable of making you tea and myself hot chocolate.”, you glared back at him.

“Okay, love.”

You went back to hit, boiling water on the stove as you worked on your hot chocolate. Once the water was hot enough, you pulled it off the stove and poured it into a teacup, careful to add the tea satchel.

“Be careful with the hot water, love.”

“I will.”

He eased off slightly, trying not to be too overbearing. He knew he was worried, but he couldn’t help it. He’d never had a healthy stable relationship much less an unborn baby he had to worry about. He knew you were doing everything right in your pregnancy. You were going to the doctor like you were supposed to but he still was waiting for the other shoe to fall. When was something going to go wrong? The thought alone terrified him. What would he do if something happened to you and the baby? He tried not to focus on that.

You brought him out of his daydream but handing him his cup of tea with a smile on your face.

“Thanks, baby.”

“I think I’m ready for a nap.”, you yawned as you stretched your arms. “Is it bad I’m still in my pajamas?”

Joe laughed. “No, it’s not bad. You deserve it."

He offered to carry your hot chocolate as you both made your way into the bedroom. It was dark except for the fireplace that he had lit. It was warm but not too hot—just cozy.

“Soon we won’t be able to do this.”, you sighed as you sat down on the edge of the bed before climbing in it.

“I know. We can—it just won’t be exactly the same. We’ll have a baby.”

You nodded easily as Joe undressed down to his boxers, climbed in bed with you, took you in his arms, and pulled the sheet and comforter over you both before kissing your head.

“Goodbye sleep.”, you smirked.

“I’ll help you and get up with the baby. You won’t do this all alone. We haven’t really talked about this—but are you planning on breastfeeding or using formula?”

You sighed, closing your eyes as he changed the television over to the Hallmark channel, your tiredness already hitting you full force. “I want to breastfeed.”

He nodded. “Okay, love. Sounds good. We’re gonna have to find you a breast pump. Best of the best.”

You smirked before grimacing slightly. “The baby is moving now.”, you groaned easily, turning over in bed towards Joe, trying to get comfortable.

“Maybe the caffeine and ice cream woke her up.”

“Her?”, you smirked.

“I’m thinking it’s a little girl.”

“It could be a he.”, you laughed before Joe kissed you again, brushing your hair out of your face. He knew you would fall asleep soon.

“Either way, I’m going to love it with everything in me.”, Joe smiled as he placed his hand on your belly, rubbing it and lulling you off to sleep.

“Me too. I love you, Joe.”, you smiled softly, voice slurring as you were already dozing off.

“I love you, baby.”, he breathed, leaning down to kiss you again before you dozed off.

You weren’t sure how many hours had passed. You turned over in bed, stretching and attempting to find the alarm clock. It was five in the evening according to the bold, bright red numbers. You immediately turned to look for Joe but he was gone, his papers laid out on the bedside table with his red pen on top of them. His teacup was gone, and the Hallmark movies continued to play on a loop. You sat up easily, feeling like you smelled food. Did you smell food or were you going crazy? You definitely felt hungry again.

Stretching, you pulled the covers back and got out of bed. Soon, you’ll have to buy some more clothes. Your belly wasn’t going to get any smaller. Most of your jeans didn’t fit. You opened the bedroom door and sniffed. It was definitely food. Joe had to be in the kitchen. You held your belly as you made it to the kitchen, seeing him turned away from you and being fully focused on cooking. He bent over, checking the oven and making sure he wasn’t burning the baked ziti…that’s what he was making if you remembered correctly.

He was dressed in his pajama pants, opting to match you and give up his dress clothes. It was such a shock to see him in more casual and comfortable clothes—still. He must have felt your presence because he turned around almost immediately.

“Hey, love. Did you have a good nap?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“I ended up dozing off with you for like an hour before I woke up. I got a few papers graded and then I came down here and started dinner. It’s almost done.”

You nodded easily. “How’s the weather?”

“Bad. They said on the news we’re under a state of emergency now. They advised everyone to charge their phones and all that stuff because they said there would be a lot of power outages. I lit the fireplace in the living room as well.”

Your eyes widened easily before nodding. “Yeah, I think mine is at a hundred percent.”

“Said flights would be delayed for the holidays.”, he added as he turned around back to make the salad.

Joe was an avid news and weather watcher, something he said he had learned to do since moving to the States. You watched Joe toss the salad before setting it to the side. His phone timer went off, prompting him to pull the ziti from the oven. The warm smell hit your nose, causing your eyes to flutter shut. Man, this baby was making you hungry. You felt like you were starving and hadn’t eaten in days but it had just been a few hours.

“Really? Glad we aren’t traveling.”

“Yeah—my mom and dad had wanted to come see me but they saw the predicted weather and changed their minds.”, he smirked, looking back at you.

Your heart practically dropped into your stomach. “You were going to let them?”

He laughed out loud. “Yeah, but you aren’t super pregnant yet. I was going to ease them into our relationship then tell them about the baby a little later.”

“Oh.”, you nodded.

You didn’t know what it was but something made you very nervous when it came to the idea of meeting Joe’s parents and telling them you’re pregnant. You even wondered if you all were moving things way too quickly.

“Maybe when we find out the gender.”

“In two weeks hopefully.”, you sat down at the table, rubbing your belly.

“Mhm, sure hope so. We could have done the blood test.”, he teased.

“But I worry those aren’t totally accurate.”

“True. But some ultrasound techs still get it wrong.”

You rolled your eyes before they panned to several candles adorning the table and you imagined they were there for the possibility that the electricity was going to go out while you all ate dinner.

“Here you go, love. Baked ziti and a salad. What dressing do you want and what to drink?”, he kissed your cheek.

“Um, ranch and some water.”

“Okay, love.”

He grabbed the ranch and some water from the fridge, setting it down in front of you. He kissed your cheek again before feeling your belly.

“I hope you enjoy dinner.”

“Oh I’m sure I will—I’m starving. This kid is making me hungry all the time.”

Joe smirked before kissing your cheek again, going to fix his own plate. “It’s all the hormones and growing a tiny human. Completely normal, love.”

He came over to join you at the table, setting his plates down and grabbing some soda from the fridge. He poured himself a drink, and began to eat. You felt like a ravenous animal, stuffing your face. You all made small talk, talking about what gender you thought the baby would be and throwing around a few names. Joe was still very adamant it was going to be a little girl while you were sure it was going to be a little boy. Just thinking about a little boy, who was identical to Joe running around made your heart melt. He had the dominant features—especially his brown eyes.

“You’ve never shown me pictures of you as a baby.”, you stirred in your ziti before stabbing some with a fork.

Joe stopped mid-bite. “Neither have you.”

“All mine are at home.”

“Most of mine are with Mom. I brought a few with me. But I know we’re going to make a cute baby.”

“I wanna see them.”

“Okay, I’ll dig them out after dinner.”

All of a sudden, the lights flickered before going completely out, leaving you and Joe only in candlelight.

“Or maybe when the power comes back on.”, he cleared his throat.

“It’s so dark.”

“It’s okay, love. I’ll go upstairs after dinner and grab some pillows and blankets and we can sleep down here if you want.”

“Okay.”

“Will you be comfortable enough? I know you get a little uncomfortable at night.”

“I’ll make it. We are going to have to invest in a pregnancy pillow for me. Please.”

“I will get you one as soon as the weather clears up, I promise. If you need something, tell me.”, his eyes darkened as if there was some undertone.

“Anything?”

“Of course, love. I’ll do my best to oblige.”

“Okay.”, you smiled as you sipped your water, already thinking of an idea in your head.

You all finished up dinner, Joe clearing the plates and cups before putting the leftovers away and putting the dirty dishes in the sink. He said he’d wash them tomorrow when the power would hopefully be restored. You asked him to get your gown and bring it down when he brought everything else but you couldn’t help to sit on the couch and have your stomach twist and turn in desire. That was something else they never told you when you got pregnant—sometimes you’d want to avoid sex and cuddle but then most of the time (in your case), you wanted sex.

The noise of Joe coming down the stairs grabbed your attention, seeing him with several pillows and blankets in his arms, almost obscuring his view. You noticed your gown was on top before he sat everything down on the couch.

“You sure you’ll be okay, love? I worry about you.”

“I’ll be fine for one night, I promise. If not—I can always move to the couch.”

Joe nodded. “Okay, love.”

You both shared a kiss before Joe began spreading the blankets out and placing the pillows just so-so. You watched him—the ways his arms flexed as he bent down and fixed the blankets and his soft grunts as he made sure they were just right causing you to bite your lips and shift from your spot on the couch, eventually causing you to stand up and slip off your pajamas and change into your gown which made your baby bump look that much more prominent. Joe smoothed the bottom blanket out before adding the top one. He was definitely going to make sure you all were warm and as comfortable as he could.

“Okay, love. How’s that?”

“Great.”, you smiled softly as he turned around, quick to notice you had changed.

His eyes panned up and down your body.

“Like it?”, you smirked.

“Love it. You look more pregnant.”

“I know.”, you began, rubbing your belly. “Soon I’m not gonna be able to hide my bump.”

“Mhm, it’ll be okay.”, he breathed as he took you into his arms.

You took a deep breath as you inhaled his scent. You didn’t know if it was the hormones or something else but you craved his scent. His pheromones were much stronger, mixed with the hint of his Dior cologne.

“Joe?”

“Yes, love?”

“Did you really mean it earlier when you said you’d do anything for me?”

“Mhm, do you need something love?”

“Um,”, you cleared your throat as he pulled back easily to look at your face before brushing your hair to the side all while looking deep into your eyes with concern and care. “Actually I do.”

His eyebrows raised in surprise. “And what’s that, love? What do you need?”

“Um,”, you laughed from embarrassment lightly. “I feel like I really—need…”

Your mouth was going dry.

“Need what, love?”

“Um, sex.”

“Sex?”, his eyes widened as he repeated the word.

You nodded softly. “You can say no.”

“And what if I don’t want to say no?”, he spoke barely above a whisper.

“I’d be really happy.”

He smirked. “And what a shame—you just put this gown on.”

“I know, but it’ll look better on the floor, won’t it?”

Joe hummed in satisfaction, already feeling his cock growing hard. “It would.”

You smirked as you reached down, grabbing the hem of the gown and lifting it up and over your head. It left you almost totally exposed, leaving your panties on. Joe took a deep inhale, taking in your body. Sure, it was changing a little but he still loved you and thought you were the most beautiful and sexy girl he’d ever seen. You bit your lip shyly as you looked up at him.

“God, you’re so sexy.”, he breathed.

“Am not.”

“Are so.”

“Your breasts have grown a bit.”, Joe commented as he took them in his hands, watching for your reaction.

Your breathing hitched as you closed your eyes shut, waiting for the pain and sensitivity to hit, but it didn’t. Not too much, anyway. It wasn’t unbearable.

“Yeah—think I may need a new bra soon.”, you sighed.

“I’ll give you some money to go shopping.”

“No, you don’t have to.”, you eyed him.

“I can and I will. It’s all my fault things are getting tight, isn’t it?”, he chuckled.

You bit back a moan. “Kinda….”

He nodded. “See? And when we find out what our baby is gonna be, we can go shopping for her.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You’re stuck on a little girl.”

“I am.”, he smirked as he flicked your nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger.

“And what are you gonna do if it’s a little boy?”

“Love him just the same. But it’s gonna be my little girl.”

“We’ll see.”

“We will.”, he hummed as you let out a moan, desperate for more.

You needed him in so many more ways than one.

“Joe, please.”

“Please what, love?”, he kissed your neck, fighting the urge to sink his teeth in your neck and leave a hickey.

It would be gone before school started back.

“Fuck me.”

“I’m sorry?”

He just wanted to hear you say it again.

“Fuck—me. Please.”, you repeated.

His breathing hitched as he felt his cock twitch under his pants. “Not without a little foreplay first, right?”

“Right.”, you agreed.

This was almost a wet dream. His hands left your breasts causing you to moan lightly as you went for his pajama pants, pulling them down. He swallowed hard as you came back up, grabbing the hem of his boxers and flashing him a seductive smile. You jerked them down quickly, allowing his cock to spring free. He moaned out loudly, closing his eyes as he felt his cock twitch, waiting for you to touch it or put it in your mouth. He wasn’t picky. He just wanted you—however you wanted it.

A smile spread across your lips, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. It was sexy that you got him that hot and bothered. You grabbed his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, and tossing it to the floor before he gently pushed you against the wall, beginning to kiss you.

“How—do—you—want it?”, he breathed between kisses.

“Missionary?”

“You’re so vanilla, aren’t you, love?”, he teased playfully.

“What’s wrong with vanilla?”

“Nothing—nothing at all.”

“I mean we could do more—just I really want missionary.”, you breathed.

“Okay, love. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He picked you up, causing you to gasp before taking you over to his little pillow and blanket bed he had made in front of the fireplace, softly laying you down on the pillows. You gently pulled a blanket over yourself just enough to cover your breasts and cunt, leaving little to the imagination. Most of your belly and thighs were exposed. The only light was from the fireplace, the rest of the house completely dark. He began kissing you, pressing himself down on top of the blanket, and making you feel his cock through the blanket. It was so hard and you knew it was just for you.

“Fuck, just look at you.”, he breathed as his hand ran down your leg.

You smirked. “How bad do you want me?”

“So bad—do you want anything else?”, he breathed.

“Like?”

“Want me to eat you out?”

Your breathing hitched. “You wanna?”

“Of course, I do. I want anything you do, love.”

“If you want to, I’d like it.”, you breathed, feeling your cheeks turning red but you were unsure whether it was from embarrassment or how warm the fire was.

“Mhm, okay love. Spread your legs for me. Wanna see how wet you already are for me.”

“Okay.”, you breathed as he moved the blanket slightly to the side, dipping his head between your thighs.

Suddenly, you felt his fingers down your slick causing you to moan lightly while arching your back.

“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked for me.”

“Can’t help it. Really horny.”, you breathed.

“I love it.”, he hummed as he pulled his fingers out almost as quickly as he had inserted them before bringing them to his mouth and sticking them inside, licking them off like a sucker. You couldn’t help but watch him, your chest heaving up and down. You bit your lip as he sucked off every last bit of you from his fingers.

“God, I want more.”

“Then take it.”

He leaned down to kiss you, allowing you to lightly taste yourself. You ran your hands through his thick, curly hair. You were the perfect mix of salty and sweet, realizing why he liked it so much.

“Are you sure?”

He broke the kiss to look deep in your eyes, brushing your hair back gently with his fingers as a small smile spread across his lips.

“Uh-huh.”, you shifted easily, feeling the aching feeling in your core increase.

“Okay, love. Anything you want.”

He shifted to the floor, focusing his attention down south. He easily spread your legs, getting a perfect view of your cunt. He took a deep breath, yearning to be inside of you. You smiled up at him easily, the blanket barely covering your core. If he was being honest, he loved this view and he couldn’t wait to wreck you. It was amazing that he was going to have you all to himself. It was something he was still trying to wrap his head around.

As he was positioning himself, he noticed you shift easily and take a deep breath.

“Everything okay, love?”

“Fine. Just a little nervous.”

“Nervous of what?”

“I don’t know—it won’t be that great.”

Joe’s face crinkled slightly in confusion. “What do you mean, love?”

“I just mean—what if I don’t smell or taste good.”, you swallowed hard, saying it out loud only intensifying your fear further.

“Love, it’s amazing.”, Joe reassured as he rubbed your inner thigh before placing a gentle kiss on it.

“Are you sure?”

You knew you didn’t taste bad—but your hormones were acting up again. There was a fear that he would find someone else, moving on to a new piece of ass. You had nightmares about it daily but chose not to discuss them with him, afraid he would find them annoying or agitating.

“I’m absolutely sure, love. It’s amazing and it drives me crazy. Makes me want to fuck you even worse.”, he smirked.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.”

“Are you ready now, love?”

You nodded easily, trying to put your fears and concerns on the back burner. You did your best to try and shift, relaxing your body and attempting to relax your mind. You felt his breath between your thighs. Without further warning, you felt his tongue take a long, slow swipe between your slick, wet folds causing your back to arch and your breathing to hitch. He noticed, his brown eyes looking up at you.

“Does it feel good?”, he hummed against you.

“So—good.”, you moaned softly.

He chuckled against you, continuing to work his tongue in and out of your slick folds. You were doing your best to focus on the euphoria that was engulfing you. His grip on your thighs tightened, making sure to keep you close to him. This was one of Joe’s favorite things to do to you.

Interrupting your thoughts again, you felt his tongue once again swipe between your wet slit, eliciting a moan from you. You could tell this pleased Joe. You parted your legs as far apart as they’d go, allowing him full access to you. You eyed him, resting your head on the pillows he had used in this makeshift bed. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible while he fucked you with his tongue and cock, soon enough.

“Fu-fuck, Joe.”, you moaned, grabbing the blanket on top of you.

His lips curved into a smile again, pulling away from you just for a moment. “Do you like my mouth, baby?”

You nodded feverishly as if you were silently begging him to continue. He teased you, just enough to feel his breath once again on your clit.

“Words, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Don’t stop—please.”

“Good girl.”, he praised as he moved his mouth back to your folds, flicking his tongue over your folds.

Your eyes rolled back easily, this already blowing your mind. Joseph easily took his hands, moving your legs up to his shoulders, allowing him more leverage. It was hot. So very hot. Was it the fireplace or the chemistry between you both? Your hands continued to grip the blanket with each flick and swipe of his tongue, you not being able to hold back your feral moans.

You couldn’t wait any longer before you decided you needed something else to sink your fingers into. You eyed Joe’s curls hazily, your brain already turning to mush. You lifted your gripped hands from the blanket before brushing them through Joseph’s hair. What you did next slightly caught him by surprise. You tugged at his curls, causing him to moan, sending vibrations all over your cunt and throughout your heat. His fingers dug deeper into your thighs. The sounds filling the room were those that reminded you how wet you were.

Another sensation struck you suddenly—his beard.

You could feel the tickle of his stubble rubbing against your sensitive, throbbing clit. His stubble brushed against your clit as he moved his face, fucking you with his tongue. Joseph was well aware of what he was doing, his stubble dragging against your skin eliciting moans of pleasure from you. He was being so dirty and you loved it.

Joe’s tongue was fucking you the right way in all the right places, and you beginning to feel your high take over. It wasn’t taking very much from him with his stubble and motions of his tongue to bring you close to your release. Joe felt pride at this, considering it an accomplishment he was going to make you cum this easy. You could feel the building hot, twisting, ache in your stomach signifying your impending orgasm was near.

“Joe—”, you moaned out, mewling under his tongue.

“Hmm?”, he hummed against you.

“I’m gonna—cum.”, you choked, feeling the intensity increase.

He pulled away from your dripping cunt just for a moment, another whimper escaping from you for the lack of his tongue buried in you. “Cum for me, baby. I wanna taste you so fucking bad.”

His tongue went back to its dastardly deeds and that was all it took to send you over the edge.

“I’m cum—cumming.”, you moaned out as you gripped your fingers in his curls, tugging slightly.

He ceased working his tongue, allowing you to have your orgasm for just a moment before he stuck his tongue back in you, he was going to give himself the pleasure of tasting your sweet juices. Considering he was the one who worked so hard for it. Your toes were curled near his head, your vision going blurry as you cried out, feeling your cunt tighten around his tongue, releasing your juices.

Your chest heaved up and down as he lapped at you, smothering himself in your cunt to get that final taste. Once he was content, Joseph pulled away and looked up at you, feeling his breath against your core once more. Joseph was usually a man of composure and class, however, how he looked right now made him that much more irresistible. He looked so feral and lustful, craving you.

He wasn’t breaking his eye contact with you as you noticed his beard glisten in the low light with the coating from your juices. You swallowed hard at the sight. He ran his tongue over his lips and upper stubble from his beard, tasting the remainder of you from tongue fucking you. A small moan escaped you taking in the sight of this. Now, you need him more than ever.

“Joe.”, you sighed.

“Yes, love?”

“Can you please fuck me? Please put your cock inside of me?”

Joe wore a shocked expression at the use of your candid language. “Love, you’ve barely recovered from my tongue.”

“Don’t care—need you inside of me—please.”, you begged, swallowing hard.

“You know you don’t have to beg, love.”

You nodded softly as he cupped your cheek. He gave you a soft kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hard cock already brushing your slick.

“Are you sure you’re ready, love?”

“Please—never been more ready.”, your eyes fluttered shut, preparing yourself for him.

“Okay, love. Wanna hold my hand while we do it? Makes us feel closer.”, he breathed.

You nodded softly again, reaching your trembling hand out. It didn’t matter how long you all had been together, you still got nervous at times. But he always reassured you.

He took your hand, threading his fingers in between yours. “You’re so beautiful.”

A smile curved on your lips. “Promise?”

“Always.”, he smirked with a soft chuckle.

You smiled up at him, eyes becoming slightly watery. It was the damn hormones again, wasn’t it? He leaned down and shared another kiss with you before lining himself up with you and entering you, causing you to gasp lightly.

“Sorry, baby. You’re so tight—even after fingering you and eating you out.”

His face was full of concern, he hated hurting you just for a second—even if it would turn pleasurable for you.

“It’s—it’s okay, babe.”

He watched you, still holding your hand as he began to thrust deep inside of you. His rhythm started off slow in an attempt to give you time to adjust. He saw you take a deep breath as he grunted softly, rutting himself inside of you.

“Feeling better?”, he asked softly.

You nodded. “Mhm.”

“I swear I’d put a baby in you if I hadn’t already.”, he groaned.

Your eyes flew open. “Yeah?”

“Yeah—so happy you’re having my baby.”

You smirked before moaning softly as he hit the right spot that made you see stars. The thought that had entered your mind left as quickly as it came.

“God, just looking at you right now drives me mad.”, his eyes rolled back in his head as he continued to thrust into you, the sound of his balls smacking against you filling the room.

You would have never in your wildest dreams imagined being in this position with your professor—who was now your boyfriend. It was like a dream come true. You smiled up at him, clearly cock drunk right now.

“Mhm feels—so good, Joe.”, you moaned softly, his grip tightening on your hand.

“So glad, baby. Love taking—care of you.”, he groaned.

His thrust continued, steady and he slightly began picking up the pace as he closed his eyes, throwing his head back lightly.

“Joe….”, you hiccuped easily.

“Yes, love?”

“I think I’m gonna cum…..”

“Cum for me—cum all over my cock, baby. Can’t wait to fill you full.”

You were climbing the high of your orgasm, not able to focus on anything but that. Your brain was focused on his movements, feeling him deep inside of you. You closed your eyes, drowning out any other care in the world. You took your free arm, rubbing it up and down his arm—anything to hold onto.

“Joe…..”, you moaned out.

“Yes, love?”, he breathed.

“Gonna cum—right now.”, you moaned as you instantly felt yourself tighten around him, juices spilling over his cock.

Your eyes shot open, his eyes closed as he reveled in the feeling of you releasing. His job was done, he had done what he wanted to do.

“Fuck—cum baby, cum all over my cock. Feels so good.”, he hummed as his rhythm slowed, giving you time to work through your orgasm.

He wanted to help you ride it out, he always did. You sank your fingernails in his hand as you moaned, the final waves of your orgasm hitting. Lightheadedness took over at this point, you felt the heat of your orgasm wash over your entire body. Every sensation, every time he fucked himself into you was so much more intense now causing you to whimper. He smirked, watching you come down off your high. Your chest was heaving, visibly trying to recover a little before he came.

You felt his cock twitch and pulse, a reaction from your orgasm. He could tell you were soaked—utterly soaked. He could feel your juices all over his curls at the base of him.

“Ready for me to cum, love?”, he breathed.

“Please.”, your mouth was dry.

He mentally counted how many thrusts it took after you came. One. Two. Three. His thrusts ceased immediately as he released the loudest groan he had of the night. His fingertips sank into your hand this time, his hips stuttering, keeping himself buried inside of you as deep as he could. You felt his cock pumping his cum deep into your cunt, careful to keep himself there and make sure none of it was missed. You both smiled at each other, beginning to laugh lightly.

“How was that, love?”

“So good, Joe. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, love. Are you sure you’re going to be comfortable on the floor?”

“I’m gonna be fine. Just come cuddle me.”, you flashed him the puppy dog eyes that you knew he couldn’t resist.

He smiled as he fell beside of you, a little of his seed spilling out on your thigh but you didn’t care. All that mattered was him being with you. He kissed you again before pulling you close to him, covering you both up with the huge blanket and a few smaller ones. Without contemplation, he held your bump before rubbing his hand over it easily.

“She’s being quiet.”, he smirked.

“Maybe he’s asleep now.”, you looked back at Joe with a smirk on your face.

“After all that, it would be hard.”, he laughed.

Suddenly, you both felt the baby move, kicking Joe’s hand easily. You smiled back at him again before you both shared a kiss.

“Now, get the baby to settle down and sleep, please.”

“On it.”, he kissed you again before you both cuddled up together, your back facing his and feeling his cock resting against your ass.

You snuggled into your pillows, closing your eyes as he rubbed your bump and attempted to lull both you and the baby to sleep. It must have worked at some point. You only woke up once, his arm wrapped around your waist while hearing him snore causing you to smirk before you dozed right back off to sleep. You were both trying to enjoy sleep before the baby came, but it was a good trade-off. Getting a new baby that was part of you both and losing a little sleep—it’d be worth it.

#eddie munson #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #joseph x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things

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vilwil-brr · 2 months

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so. in light of recent news, I’m logging on here so I can delete what i have written for cwilbur - I was already debating on leaving it up or not anyway - and I’ll be changing my username once I figure out a new one. I know this hasn’t blog been focused on his characters for literal years, but I figure it’d be best to let y’all know - especially considering the username change.

I will probably continue to be inactive for the next month at least, but will be active for the next few days trying to edit things here, if anyone wants to talk through asks or DM’s. I hope you all are doing well, and I hope Shelby continues to receive the support she deserves.

#a little more personal in tags. bc I know for me his music especially was so important to me. and this sort of image he’d made for himself #his music has gotten me through some of my worst moments he’s put out music I relate to. and it makes me kinda sick to think abt now #basically its okay for you all to grieve too about this #fuck him. he claims to have grown but there’s no accountability in his actions #and no apology where he claims to be taking accountability #I hope Shelby continues to face support and I hope other victims are helped by this in feeling seen and heard #and see the warning signs in both what she has shared of her experience and in that manipulative ‘apology’#and I hope despite his ass ‘apology’ he really has changed. or will continue to do so moving forward #this all hits a bit too close to home for myself. that’s all I’ll say on that. I hope you all are doing okay in light of this all #will babbles #info

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babygirljake · 10 months

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#so #I guess I need to vent bc I can’t handle my anxiety and isolation any longer ig #my mother has been in the hospital for a week now #she had pneumonia but then they found all these things #like a blood clot in the lung and stuff #and they said it was symptoms of long covid bc me and her got hit hard in 2021 with covid #and they put her on a lot of medication and ran a bunch of tests #and they said that from long covid #she has some damage to her heart #idk anything about medical stuff and she’s waiting on the cardiologist to go talk to her #but I am 2000 miles away #and feel so helpless and so hopeless #and i’m really close with my parents/the baby of the family #and I have had severe anxiety since she went in #and each day it gets worse bc tests show something new #and I literally do not know how to handle it #I also have obsessive repetitive thoughts that are god awful and they have not stopped in a full week #so I have made myself ultimately SO sick from anxiety like I have my own chest pains rn #and then the hypochondriac in me is like…I had covid when she did and we had the same lingering symptoms so like. is my heart damaged too 🙂#and yeah like. I have had severe panic attacks daily now like I just had one in a parking lot and had to go home and now I just feel?????#so numb and so????? I genuinely hate this I cannot handle shit like this

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vaguelyhauntedcornfield · 1 year

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Okay but like I really need to rant about this a bit so like spoilers for ep 3 of tlou below but like

idk I’ve never played the game so I had no idea what to expect going into this, but when Frank showed up, I was like “I can’t tell if Bill is going to kill him or marry him.” WELL. Nick Offerman did such a GOOD job of looking on guard and uncomfortable. His shoulders are like up to his ears the entire meeting sequence and it made me so jumpy, and then we skip 3 years and he’s so visibly relaxed. And my heart started to melt. And I found myself so enamored with these two men who, against all odds, found love in a situation where that should have been impossible. Frank was the last alive from a group fleeing a collapsed quarantine zone, Bill a preper who had decided to be alone long before the pandemic even started. We expect Bill to die the whole time--comments about him getting old faster than Frank, getting shot by raiders. The jump to Frank being sick...they showed so much through his paintings. You weren’t expecting it, and they showed you through his art how his illness has been progressing, and how him being able to see that himself affected him. They showed how Bill broke down and made a deal with Joel to get medicine despite saying he never would. This show. THIS SHOW. I was sobbing up until Bill became weirdly calm during the dinner, because I realized he’d made the decision too. They died on their own terms in a world where that had become nearly impossible. They had a beautiful life together in a world where that had become a pipe dream. Two characters that we never even meet thru the main characters, not in the present day, but who matter so much.

#also i have a lot of feelings as a chronically ill artist about everything with Frank (not bad ones! just like i feel a lot 🥲)#it hit close to home #honestly bill resonated with me too but not bc of the preper conspiracy theorist part lol #more bc of the self-imposed solitude and not seeking out relationships #i know from other posts that this is nothing like how they were in the game but this seems like such an improvement tbh #like this episode deserves awards for how much it hit me in the feels #tlou hbo spoilers #the last of us spoilers #it's 5 am so like i am not coherent but i also cannot sleep #idk how we got my horror-hating mom hooked on this show and now we're making her sob over gay romance like #that right there tells you this show is good lol #i feel like i could write an entire book on how illness can impact art and handwriting #my handwriting became that of an entirely different person when i started to get sick #my drawings changed too #tho maybe not in a way anyone but me noticed #my friend who has a similar health issue just with more presentation had to give up art almost entirely #idk it's a kind of hard i can't explain and that i dont think you can understand unless you've experienced it yourself #seeing the progression of your symptoms in the things you create #seeing how you're unable to hide it even with care #idk man #it's honestly an emotion i dont think i could name #but i feel it so strongly every time i look at more than a few lines i've written by hand #or at a page of studies ive drawn #i feel like they never made frank a tragic character. they never made illness tragic #they just made it real #the tragic theme was the idea of one without the other and it went both ways #they hit on that repeatedly throughout the ep #and in the end they didn’t have to face that tragedy #idk i feel like it’s one of the few depictions of chronic illness/terminal illness ive seen that doesn’t play the illness as tragedy #and i found that…refreshing

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phoebemunster · 1 year

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I finished midnight mass and mike flanagan really can’t do anything wrong can he?

#it took me months to watch it completely not because it was bad but because a lot of it was hitting too close to home so I needed breaks #all of the different relationships with religion and riley's relationship with his parents like it was too much but so well done #pike's death was probably genuinely one of the most upsetting things I've ever watched and joe's entire storyline was just completely #heartbreaking and I was so mad for him by the end of it #pike was such a beautiful dog though I'm still so upset about it #and the easter service made me feel sick to my stomach while I watched it it was all so good #the last episode has scenes that reminded me of 30 days of night which I loved because the amount of dread it makes you feel #it sounds like I tortured myself by watching this and I guess I did a little kdjfhgkd but truly I enjoyed it #I'd say it might be hard to watch if you do have religious trauma but there's going to be a character you relate to in some way #and I loved the set design in riley's room so much that I'd recommend it just for that like I can't lie #the seven/scream/x files posters like YES that is storytelling through sets that is subtle foreshadowing that is character design #and they were just posters!!!#I guess it's no surprise to anyone that I loved it and I'll recommend any of his series #nell crain is such an important character to me and watching dani in bly manor was literally what made me realize I was a lesbian #riley was that for me in this series he was my little buddy I was traveling through the story with and I'll miss him now that it's over #I'm really excited for his next series and I'm sad that the midnight club was cancelled I read his plans for season 2 and cried lmfao #I could go on about this for forever honestly but if you haven't watched it you definitely should

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starchild--27 · 1 year

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<<🙏🏻>>

#i'm only rarely posting about horrible events anymore #simply because i get overwhelmed by the bad news. because there is so much of those.#because there are always horrible things happening. there are things that have been happening for years that no one talks about anymore.#not posting abt something does not equal not caring - i think it's important to say that again #as a reassurance for myself really #because i know that i am incredibly privileged for being able to decide what badness i let into which spaces of my life.#not everyone can have a safe space like this. people live and die in wars everywhere around the world. peope live and die in protests.#people get stripped from their rights. people are unrightfully imprisoned. people are forced to work under horrible conditions.#people people lose their homes. people are hungry. people have no clean water. people get sick.#people get crushed in a too big crowd in a too little street on what was supposed to be a fun party night.#my thoughts are with the injured. with the dead. with everyone who lost somebody under such horrible circumstances.#we all just want our lives to be ok. and horrible things keep happening for reasons that are sometimes easy sometimes hard to understand #i always hope everyone is safe and i know that is impossible. but i still hope.#i hope everyone can still find pieces of happiness in these trying times too.#on that note: i am fully supporting sm cancelling the halloween party and postponing jongdae's album.#it's the right thing. anything else would be disrespectful towards everyone. this hits so close to home for them.#i hope they all are ok over there #anyway i am rambling. i just needed to put these thoughts into words.#in a way that won't depress me when i go through old posts in the future #stay safe everyone. if anyone feels alone with this or just the need to talk with someone i am always here. take care ♡

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cathedralbells · 2 years

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do i have a lot of complicated and personal emotions abt mcr releasing new music that are not all necessarily positive. yea. am i going to enjoy the new music so much. YEAAAAAA

#like i am actually. um quite sad that they did decide to release new music DSHKJFGGH <33 #but only bc im sick and twisted and 20 years old and when the things i know and love suddenly change it hits a Little too close to home #anybody else feel like theyre being viscerally confronted w what it means to grow up. anybody. no ok just me then #BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY. WE BALL.#CANT WAIT TO SEE AMERICAN ROCK BAND MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE TWICE THIS FALL. SENTENCES I CAN SAY #nat.txt

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raeathnos · 1 month

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#yall im having a wild time lately #Saturday was really good- grandma is doing better so I ended up going to the beach for the day after all #had a really good day; I saw a bald eagle and dolphins + found a huge whelk and the bay sunset was beautiful #had the ride home from hell tho #took twice as long to get back because road work + detours + google maps fuckery while trying to find a gas station #we also almost hit a deer and like I live in PA who hasn’t almost hit a deer #but I have never been so close #he leaped out in front of us on the highway and froze #my husband was driving and omg reaction time #he slammed the brakes and I was like there’s no way #either we’re hitting the deer or the car behind us is hitting us or both #we stopped just a couple feet away from it #luckiest deer alive- he snapped out of it and looked at my husband then looked at me and then ran off #shoutout to the car behind us too- they swerved and did not hit us #but yeah he was a big buck and def would have not only totaled my car but gone through the windshield on the passenger side where I was #we got very lucky and so did he #but now I’m sick and I feel like crap #which perfect timing because we have a huge visit tomorrow and the stockroom is a mess #i was dying today cause I gotta lift all the furniture and shit #I literally came home and passed out for five hours and I still feel like I could just go right back to sleep #also I had a video interview last week and they said they wanted to bring me in for an in person interview #and like it’s at a really good company and it pays well and has good benefits #but now I havent heard back #so like watch me get ghosted again 🙃#I emailed them today so hopefully I hear back but I’m not holding my breath #I need everything to not be so much for a bit #Saturday was good but now things are crazy again

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slttygeto · 6 months

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SWEAR IT’S JUST RIGHT FOR YOU. | NANAMI. K

જ⁀➴ synopsis: when you and nanami are equally as obsessed with each other, it creates this perfect balance. you cook for him, and he treats your pussy like it’s a blessing.

જ⁀➴word count: 3,3k

જ⁀➴ c.w: pure filth with a bit of fluff, soft dom! nanami, he turns a bit rough towards the end, rough facefucking, cunnilingus + fingering, dirty talk + praise, riding, multiple orgasms + squirting.

When Nanami praises you, it’s soft, gentle and endearing. His rough palm gently collides with the soft skin of your jaw and his thumb traces your cheek. He is reminding you of how much you mean to him, how he would burn the entire world if it meant keeping you safe and protected. You are his fairy, his delicate girl whom he could never imagine even raising his voice at. When he scolds you, his voice is stern and filled with worry despite the displeased tone, his hand grabs at your shoulder not to hurt you, and you want to caress your thumb over his forehead and get him to stop furrowing his eyebrows so deeply.

“You’ll get wrinkles, Ken.” Your voice pulls him out of his displeased state for a moment, and Kento hears birds chirping outside of the window and the sunbeam caresses your skin—It hits your beautiful eyes and he takes in every detail; your eyebrows, the slight discoloration the bottom of your jaw, the mole that seems to bring out the beauty in you even more, your eyelashes that aren’t curled but naturally have a pretty shape to them and he heaves out a sigh. He is consumed by love wherever you are near.

Heaven knows how much the man craved domesticity. He found comfort in it—a routine, a promise that when he comes home, he gets to take off his brown shoes at the front door, put his keys in the small bowl that has a mirror hanging right above it. He would then look at his reflection in the mirror and look away immediately when he notices the sweat stains as he removes his jacket. He hears your footsteps as you rush out of the kitchen with a pretty apron around your waist. You made bread, and Nanami isn’t sure whether to be infatuated by the smell of it, or the smell of your hair that hits his nostrils as you wrap your arms around his waist.

He wouldn’t care that your hair is slightly damp, but he would breathe out how the tank top you were wearing was going to get you sick if you don’t watch out. And Kento cares a lot about your comfort, he respects you a lot, so when you hug his sweaty self, his hands would gently try to remove your arms from around him and protest that he was dirty.

“It’s all hard work, Ken. I like it.” To which he wouldn’t say much but give in and let you hold him. He understands that to an extent, having a natural smell like this was attractive, he’s always told you that he likes it when you come home complaining about sweating too much and all he says is that it makes you even more attractive. Your flushed cheeks, your hair sticking up in small antennas, your nose scrunching up at how disgusting it feels to have your shirt cling onto your skin—

“Can I join you in the shower?” Which always catches you off guard, but you accept of course and Nanami sets his book down, he removes his glass and folds them neatly on top of the book before following right behind you in the bathroom. You giggle nervously when you see him close the door and lock it before leaning against it, and you let out a small and timid ‘what?’ when he keeps eyeing with the same intense eyes.

“You are beautiful.” He never denies that he is looking at you—admiring you, but instead reminds you every time that nothing in the world can change his mind about his infatuation with you.

And somewhere in between that comforting thought of coming home to you, a show playing on TV in the living room, bread baking in the oven and the smell of a clean home—Nanami dreams of fucking you stupid on the couch. He wouldn’t remove your apron, he wouldn’t let you wash your hands off of the flour—he would simply drop his pants, push your shorts down and spread your legs only to find out that you weren’t wearing any panties.

He feels sick to his stomach at thought, sighs and rubs his forehead at the fact that he was imagining such dirty things to do with you. If it were a normal fantasy like coming home and fucking you on the bed, he wouldn’t feel that bad. But that was the thing about fantasies, they existed in our head without our control, and it was up to us to act out on them or not. Kento cherished you too much to scare you off with his oh-so-called sick and twisted fantasy of his.

He comes home after a long day at work, and it’s a few minutes past seven. The house isn’t quiet, there is a show playing in the background and that was the first thing that had Kento stop dead in his tracks. He chooses to brush it off and simply rids himself of his jacket and shoes, sets his keys on the bowl before the smell of bread hits his nostrils and his lips part in confusion.

Was he dreaming? Did he somehow astral project into another dimension where his fantasy was a reality? It only confuses him further when you come out of the kitchen wearing an apron—in this reality though, you’ve chosen to wear one of his shirts instead, and Nanami doesn’t know if it’s better or worse. He tries to hide it, the way he can feel his cock hardening in his pants as you approach him with his shirt, fuzzy socks and hands that had traces of flour on them.

“You’re home.” Is how you greet him, your cheek resting on his chest and melting against his body as you breathe in his scent, a constant reminder that you get to be greeted with this sight five times a week around the same time. You boyfriend’s hand travels up to the back of your head and his fingers comb through your hair as he hums a tired response.

“Did you miss me?” Obviously, is what you want to say. But instead, when you look up at him and notice his hooded eyes, you feel his other rest on the small of your back and your heart leaps in your chest. All of a sudden, you feel hot and you feel something poking at you and you’re just surprised.

It was normal for your boyfriend to have needs, you were used to the sexual frustration that comes with having such a stressful job—but normally, Kento would avoid initiating anything with you until he’s showered and made sure he was clean. For him to insinuate that he wanted you, and so loudly with those eyes—you could feel your panties getting ruined.

“Pretty girl,” he calls out for you again when he notices your silence and the hand resting on your waist holds your chin whilst the other firmly grabs your hair. “Did you miss me?” He asks again, stern and you nod. You missed him too much, you realize. Because the lack of conversation beside greeting him and telling him he’s home—all of it was intensifying the sexual tension. It was almost like your body was warning you that Kento wasn’t going to go easy on you this time and you felt jittery.

“I missed you, Kento. Did you miss me?” You say as your hands grab onto his blouse in fists. You bring him closer to you, and gasp when you feel his hand travel down to hold your neck. He isn’t trying to cut your air, but when you make eye contact with him and see that his face has darkened, you let out a small noise.

“Let me show you instead.”

On the couch, Nanami wastes no time to attach his lips to yours and kiss you breathless. He was such a good kisser, always so passionate, always making sure to tease the corner of your lips before biting nibbling here and there—and fuck, did he lose his mind every time you tried to suck on his tongue. He would just push you on your back and cage you between his strong arms.

Nanami feels like he is constantly losing his breath whenever you are near, but when you grab onto his forearms and moan, he goes feral. Suddenly, he is reminded of how much weaker you are compared to him—frail, delicate, soft and sensitive to his touch. He is lucky, he is blessed and he makes sure to spoil you and that pretty pussy.

His kisses trail all the way down from your neck to your collarbones, his takes a whiff of your perfume and hums.

“You smell so sweet,” he mumbles against your skin. Instead of removing your apron and shirt, he pushes them up to reveal the cute panties that you were wearing and his finger traces the wet patch that’s already formed.

“Kento,” you call out to your boyfriend breathless, desperate—as though you were on a deserted island and he was the water to quench your thirst. Your legs spread on instinct for the man to settle between them and you feel his hot breath right against your panties.

“But you smell even better here… Right here,” he says and he pushes your panties to the side to reveal the wet mess hiding behind the fabric. You prop yourself up a bit higher to be able to look at Nanami while he eats you out, and you blush when you notice that he’s already staring at you.

“Up.” He pats your ass and you lift up your hips to allow him to remove your panties for you, but instead of throwing them on the floor, you see him take a whiff of the fabric and sigh and your blush darkens.

“Can I keep these, my love?” He asks sweetly, voice so deep you felt like your pussy was embarrassing you with how wet it was and you mindlessly nod. “Is that so?” He knew you wouldn’t say no, but he still wanted to thank you for trusting him with his perverted intentions.

“You’re too good for me.” Is the last thing that you hear from him before he dives between your legs and fuck—he is too good. You know Nanami is good, you don’t doubt that he can make you cum as many times as he wants before reaching his own high, but something about him eating your pussy like a treat, enjoying every drop and sucking on your clit with the intention of making you lose your mind—that was too much.

You feel his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks before smothering his face in your pussy. His nose nudges at your clit while his tongue licks at your folds and you think that for a moment, maybe he is enjoying this more than you do. His hands grip your thighs to keep them in place, and when he notices that your legs are starting to shake and your hips are bucking up, he takes one look at you and his dick almost bursts.

Flushed chest, swollen lips and a fucked out face. If Nanami wasn’t already in love with your beauty, then he feels himself falling deeper for you. You fall apart on his tongue a couple of seconds later, he enjoys the way you gasp, moan and cry as he keeps his lips attached to your clit and you try to push his head away.

“Too much,” you gasp. “Kento!” you cry out when you feel his two fingers nudge at your folds and by this point, you are breathing too hard. You feel his thick finger prod at that one spongy spot almost immediately and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He presses a hand to your stomach and praises are spilling from his lips like a chant, watching as your soul almost escaped your body with every thrust of his thick fingers perfectly against your spot.

“That’s right baby, you’re doing so good,” “this pussy takes me so well,” “you make me so proud, look at this pussy—fucking filthy,”

The mixture of praise and him losing his composure and cursing has you reaching your orgasm again faster than expected. But this time, you make a bit of a mess and you try to apologize for ruining the couch and his clothes but he is quick to shut you up with his lips.

“You’ve just squirted on me, and you want to apologize?” he mumbles against your cheek, fingers still buried inside you and you whine.

“I made a mess,” you try to reason with your beast of a boyfriend but he quickly retreats his fingers back and delivers a harsh smack to your pussy.

“It’s never been a problem when it’s our bed, has it?”

“Kento,” you call out softly when your boyfriend starts to kiss at your neck again. “Kento, fuck my mouth.” Nanami’s brain short circuits at this and the shock is evident on his features. He doesn’t have time to stop you or protest because you are quick to get off the couch and on your knees for him.

“You’ve been so good to me, keeping me satisfied and happy—I bet you want to fuck my mouth sometimes, don’t you?” Your hands are quickly unbuckling his belt. You don’t remove his pants completely, only enough to free his painfully hard cock from his boxers. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and you watch as he throws his head back on the couch with each slow stroke.

“You don’t know what you are asking for,” is what he says as he tries to get you to back out of this, but you are determined to let him ruin your life. Him, the only man on this planet whom you would blindly trust with your life.

“I know what I am asking for.”

“I could hurt you,”

“I will tap your thigh if you do,” and then there’s a few moments of silence where Kento just stares deeply into your eyes. When you see him lean down towards you, your breath catches in your throat and your lips part in shock when his hand goes to the back of your head and the other one grips your jaw open.

“Open up.” And when you do, he rests the fat tip of his cock on your tongue. The pre-cum is a bit salty but you don’t say anything as you let Kento handle your mouth to his liking. He tells you to open up a bit more and breathe before he starts to thrust his dick in and out of your mouth at a slow pace.

You’re taking it well at first, but when you notice your boyfriend’s thighs shaking, indicating that he is holding back on you, you decide to take matters into your own hands. Quite literally.

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and you push his dick down your throat, nose nuzzling against his pubes and he curses out loud.

“Fuck--!” You repeat the same motion over and over again, and by the third time, your boyfriend finally breaks and starts fucking your mouth like a starved man. Your knees burn, and so do your lungs—the couch is moving every time Kento brings your head back on his cock and you’ve braced yourself on his thighs for support.

“Sorry—fuck, I’m sorry baby,” he says between gritted teeth. However, when his eyes catch that you’re rubbing your swollen clit to the same rhythm of your head on his cock, something in him snaps.

He pushes you off of his cock, and any complaint you head is drowned out when he stands up and his cock stands proud. You look up at him from your spot on the floor and brace yourself on his thighs again when you feel him grab your face and push his cock inside your mouth.

“Filthy fucking girl,” he breathes out. “Can’t even let me be sweet to you—shit,” based on how difficult it is to even talk properly, you guess that he is close and so you sneak a hand between his legs and starts fondling with his balls—you squeeze them, and that’s when Nanami finally breaks and cums down your throat with a broken moan.

Even while trying to catch his breath, Nanami’s hands caress your face and neck as he takes a seat and pulls you closer to him. He then helps you get back up on your feet and pulls you on his lap to kiss you. He can taste himself on your tongue even after you’ve swallowed everything.

“Was I good?” You ask when he pulls away from your lips to kiss your cheek and down your neck once again, a pattern that he’s learned always turns you into putty.

“Perfect, my love. You are perfect for me.”

You are surprised at how fast he gets hard again, but you supposed it’s also because you were literally grinding your bare pussy against his dick. Your hands hold onto his shoulders for support as you try to slip his dick past your folds, but you let out a surprised noise when he easily lifts you up and aligns the tip of his cock with your pussy.

“Noticed that you like my arms a lot,” he says and you are obliged to stare at his forearms and good lord—the way they flex as they hold you above his cock, Nanami lets out an amused chuckle when he sees a string of arousal drip directly on top of his cock. “You do like them, huh?”

“Baby,” you whimper and Kento cannot find it in him to tease you any longer. He gently drops you down on his cock and he immediately gets to work. His hand rests on the small of your back and pushes you towards him to press your chest flush against his, his hands then grip your ass cheeks and he starts to slam you up and down on his cock with so much ease.

You sound like a mess. The combination of your boyfriend’s strong arms and the tip of his thick cock abusing your spot turns you into a blabbering mess on top of him.

“So good, so good—fuck, oh fuck,” sounded like music to his ears. Your whines your moans, your fucked out look and your eyes begging him to ruin you—Nanami was addicted to every part of you.

And it only takes a few more messy and sloppy thrusts from him and you cum around him with a loud cry.

“There you go,” he says breathlessly, feeling his own orgasm creeping up on him. “Make a mess on me, baby,”

You shake like a leaf on top of him, hands gripping onto his shirt for dear life and lips pressed against his neck.

“Think you can take a bit more for me? I’m really close, darling,”

“Hurry up,” you say desperately and as promised, Kento thrusts a few more times before he is cumming inside you with a loud groan. He buries his face in your neck, taking in your scent that has now been mixed with his own and a hint of sweat. He relaxes in your hold, hand tracing the small of your back as a way to get you to come down from your orgasm and perhaps even apologize for being a bit rough with you earlier.

All of his worries are brushed off when you pull away from him to press a kiss to his forehead, his nose then down to lips.

“I love you, Ken. I love you too much,” you announce, a hint of sleepiness to your voice and a smile finds its way to his face.

“I love you too, darling. I love you too much.”

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