Wes/Reader | Dollface Oneshots

Baby Fever (Smut)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to help you with your baby fever.

Content Warning: Breeding kink, impregnation fantasy, unprotected sex, pregnancy talk, fingering, established relationship

A/N: Happy Easter/Springtime!~

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There was something special about the Springtime. If it weren't for the pollen and loss of an hour of sleep, I might even dare to say that the season was perfect. In the very least, it was in the running for a comparable position to Autumn.

Of all the things to love about the season, though, my favorite was days like this. The sun hung happily in the sky, perfectly caressing the tiniest little faces. Puppies and kittens jumped at the opportunity to meet someone new, to fall in love with the future as it toddled over to pick them from the pack. I couldn't help but stare at them with wonder, living vicariously through cheery, blissful smiles of every variety of little ones.

If my boyfriend had noticed, he certainly said nothing of it. Of course, he was a bit busy trying to manage the dozens of mewling creatures and naive fingers reaching through cages.

The sight of him, surrounded by new life that he somehow always handled delicately, stirred something inside of me. I watched how the others were charmed by him. I saw the way they smiled at him and I wondered what it would be like to carry some part of him with me. To create something with the gold of his eyes and the sweetness of his lips.

My attention was torn between him and the polaroid pictures that sat on my lap from the day. Every now and then, I swore I'd heard him chuckle, but I was never quick enough to catch him in the act. Regardless, Wes must have grown tired of my silent yearning by the time we pulled into the driveway, because he wasted no more time ripping me from my reverie.

"Baby fever?"

The sound of his voice shook me more than the words, and I reacted on instinct by blurting out a curt, guilty, "What?"

But then the words sunk in, and my face began to burn with embarrassment and something else.

Wes seemed pleased by the reaction. I couldn't be certain, but I was fairly sure based purely on the way his hand settled on my thigh just above my knee. His finger slipped just beneath the hem, teasing out goosebumps that were worsened by the way his voice grew darker.

"Of which variety?" he asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied. I might have gotten away with it, too, if I hadn't been stupid enough to look him in the eyes. I immediately became stuck in pools of honey and longing that rivaled my own.

"No?" he mocked, "What a shame. Here I was willing to offer my help."

It was a trap I would fall for every time.

"Really? How?"

His fingers slid over skin slightly slick from sunscreen and excitement, dipping between my legs as he whispered close enough that I could feel it on my cheeks, "However you want."

My only response was a whimper. It was the only thing I could trust myself to do other than opening my legs to accommodate his hand. But it became obvious to me that he didn't intend to give me what I wanted just yet. No, he was continuing his trend of teasing me. His knuckles brushed over now underwear that quickly dampened in response to his ministrations.

"That tension you're feeling right now must be unbearable," he grumbled, adding more pressure to his fingers and his voice as he continued, "I feel it, too."