Imagine Book 2

Against All Odds- Amanda (Taken) Pt.3~ Pregnancy Pains

Male Y/N

𝔖𝔪𝔲𝔱 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤

The golden hues of the late afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains of their bedroom, casting a warm, serene glow. Amanda sat on the edge of the bed, her hands resting gently on the small but noticeable curve of her growing belly. At four months pregnant, she felt a constant tug of joy and wonder, but lately, it had come with an unrelenting soreness that made simple movements a chore.

Y/N knelt in front of her, his brows furrowed in concern as he untied her shoes with careful precision. "You've been on your feet too much today," he said, glancing up at her with a mix of love and worry. "I told you to let me do more around here."

Amanda smiled softly, her hand reaching out to caress his cheek. "I'm pregnant, not broken. I like staying active."

"Active is fine," Y/N replied, slipping off her second shoe and setting it aside. "But you've been wincing all afternoon, and don't try to deny it. I notice everything, Amanda."

She laughed, the sound light and melodic, but it ended with a grimace as she shifted slightly. "Okay, maybe it's been a little uncomfortable. My back and shoulders feel like they've been through a battle."

Y/N straightened, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. "Then let me take care of you."

Amanda tilted her head, her lips curving into a playful smirk. "What did you have in mind?"

Y/N leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, soothing tone. "A massage. You relax, let me do all the work, and I promise you'll feel like a new person."

Her eyes sparkled with amusement and anticipation. "You make it sound impossible to say no."

"It is," Y/N teased, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before standing and gesturing toward the bed. "Take off your top. Lie down, face down if you can. I'll grab some lotion."

Amanda chuckled but did as he asked, carefully shifting onto her stomach with the help of a strategically placed pillow under her hips for support. The bed's plush surface cradled her body, and she sighed, already feeling a small measure of relief.

Y/N returned a moment later, a bottle of lavender-scented lotion in hand. He sat on the edge of the bed and poured a generous amount into his palms, warming it between his hands before touching her. His large hands settled gently on her shoulders, his thumbs beginning to knead the tense muscles there.

"Let me know if it's too much," he murmured, his tone soft and tender.

Amanda hummed in response, her eyes fluttering closed as he worked. "It feels amazing already."

Y/N smiled, his fingers pressing and circling with practised precision. He could feel the tight knots in her shoulders and back, evidence of the strain her body was under as it nurtured the life growing inside her. He focused on each spot with care, his touch firm but soothing, drawing small sighs of relief from Amanda.

"God, Y/N," she whispered, her voice muffled by the pillow. "You're really good at this."

He chuckled, his hands moving down to the middle of her back. "I've had a lot of practice taking care of you. You deserve this."

As his hands glided over her skin, Amanda felt her body slowly release the tension it had been holding. His touch was both comforting and electrifying, the warmth of his hands seeping into her muscles and spreading through her entire being.

When he reached her lower back, Y/N adjusted his position, sitting beside her and leaning over to ensure he could reach every inch of her sore muscles. His fingers moved with deliberate intent, tracing the contours of her body with a mix of reverence and affection.

"You're carrying so much weight here," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I wish I could take it all away."

Amanda turned her head slightly to glance at him, her gaze soft and filled with love. "You're doing more than enough, Y/N. I feel like I'm floating right now."

He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to the small of her back. "Good. That's exactly what I want."

As he continued, his hands moved lower, kneading the tops of her hips and the sides of her thighs. Amanda let out a low, contented sigh, her body melting under his touch. The intimacy of the moment wasn't lost on either of them—every movement, every brush of his hands against her skin, was a reminder of the deep connection they shared.

Y/N's hands gravitated lower still, tracing the curve of her ass before finding her pussy. "May I?" he asked, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

"Mmmm, you may," Amanda responded, wiggling her ass a bit for him, making him chuckle.

He ran his fingers through her folds, making her moan lightly and bite her lip. Y/N then began to circle her entrance before sticking one finger inside of her warm tightness, making her gasp. He stilled for a moment. "Is this okay?" 

"Y-Yes," Amanda stammered out, feeling her body relax further as Y/N began to curl his finger inside of her. It was only one finger, but it was working wonders, and she felt herself tightening around it with each stroke. "Ohhh Y/N, that feels wonderful..."

Y/N smiled and gently added one more finger. "Good, my love. I'm glad." He made sure to keep his movements small and soft, not wanting to excite her pregnant body too much.

A few moments later, Amanda let out a tiny, prolonged moan as she orgasmed around Y/N's fingers. The sight was adorable, and it made Y/N's heart swell with adoration. "There we go, that's probably much better, hm?" Y/N asked, and Amanda nodded in response. He grabbed a cloth from her bedside table and used it to wipe her clean, and then continued to massage down her legs.

After a while, Y/N's hands stilled, and he leaned forward to press a series of soft kisses along her spine. Amanda shivered at the sensation, her skin tingling where his lips met her. "Y/N," she murmured, her voice a mix of contentment and something deeper.

He shifted, his lips finding her shoulder as his hands came up to gently sweep her hair aside. "You're so beautiful, Amanda," he whispered against her skin. "Every part of you. I can't believe how lucky I am."

Amanda turned onto her side, her hand reaching up to cradle his face. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Y/N leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was slow and tender, but quickly deepened into something more. The warmth of their embrace and the fire between them was comforting, and neither could've asked for a more perfect partner

When they finally pulled apart, Amanda rested her head against a pillow to look up at Y/N, her fingers trailing down his cheek. "Thank you," she said softly.

"For what?" Y/N asked, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone.

"For everything. For loving me, for taking care of me, for being my rock."

He smiled, his eyes shining with adoration. "Always, Amanda. Always."