Like A Cowboy

Give You My Wild

Warnings: HEAVY BREEDING AND IMPREG KINK, historical inaccuracy probably, crying (during sex and not), size kink, oral (f.rec.), fingering, big dick gyu, lowkey somnophilia?? (idk its more like pussy put his ass to sleep now he's calling you nyquil), cockwarming, dreams of pregnant sex, they want to have a baby i cannot emphasize this enough, feels v romance novelly to me

Reader Notes: hands are smaller than gyu's, has vagina and breasts, called baby, honey, sweetheart, wife

Mingyu watches from the porch, fondness and just a bit of exasperation in his eyes, as you organize and pack up the wagon. You're about to embark on your pre-freeze fishing trip and he tried to help, but you like the packing done a certain way. You arrange by what you'll need to take out first, keeping the tent closest to the edge and sustenance for the way there closest to the front, where you'll be able to lean back on the bench and take something should hunger arise.

He's itching to get going, partly because he wants to reach the river by nightfall, mostly because he's already envisioning what he'll be doing to you in the tent after you arrive. And on the riverbank, on top of a blanket and under the stars. Perhaps also in the back of the wagon on the way there.

He's got an excuse now, or maybe an explanation, for his voracious appetite for you.

It happened when you were cooking together a few weeks ago, pork tenderloin with garden grown squash. You were dancing a little dance to the beat of his humming and taps with the knife as he cut the vegetables on the butcher block when you stilled, a strange look crossing your face and your hands nervously wringing your apron.

Mingyu had been scared something was wrong, that he'd done something to upset you, and put down the knife immediately. He'd crossed the kitchen to you, his humming silenced with his heart caught in his throat like it was, and took you by the hand, tugging you to the dining table. He sat in the chair heavily and pulled you to sit across his lap, wrapping his arms tight around you and holding you secure until you gathered the courage to speak.

"I think I want..." you take a deep breath, looking away from him with teary eyes before finding his gaze again and continuing, "I want us to have a baby, Gyu. I want us to have a family."

The gasp he took in was followed by more, quick breaths nearly mistakable for sobs as he pressed his face into your shoulder and let the tears gather on his lashes. Mingyu had wanted this for so long, since you married him, really, but you hadn't been ready. Of course, he didn't push you, resolved not to bring it up until you did, and he really wasn't prepared for how he'd feel now that you have. He was sure you could feel his heart was trying to pound its way out of his chest with how closely he held you to him, but you didn't seem to mind. You just rested your head on top of his and let your own tears soak into his hair, gentle fingers grazing circles on his shoulders.

Once all the tears dried up, the mood changed.

It was like a switch flipped in him, realizing that the next time he made love to you, it would be with the purpose of filling you up with his baby. The herbs you took prevented it, but soon enough he'd get to watch your stomach grow and know that he'd been the one to make it happen. He'd get to rub your aches and pains away, fall asleep curled up around you with his hand pressed to your belly and tiny little kicks tapping against his palm, wait on you hand and foot once you got too big to easily navigate the house. All the things he'd been dreaming about, he would finally get to share with you.

He took you on the table that day, your legs caught in his elbows and his cock pounding into you, dishes clanking against the wood and flatware sliding off the edge with the force of his thrusts. After you climaxed and he emptied himself inside you, he'd knelt down and watched as your clenching walls pushed out his spend before gathering it all up on his fingers and pushing it back inside you, keeping you plugged up until your cunt stopped contracting around them and he was sure you'd be able to keep it inside.