"Y/N!" you heard Alan call through the house. You heard his bags hit the floor and you grinned, walking from the hallway so you were in his view. "Y/N, babe," he breathed out, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. You stood in front of him, a black silk robe opened to show off your maroon lace bra and panties, and a pair of black heels tall enough to make a stripper jealous.
He took two steps and took you in his arms. "What's all this for?" he asked. "Well," you began. "We've been married for a year and a half, and I think it'd be nice to have little Alan's running around," you said, smiling and kissing his neck. His hand slid to your ass and grabbed it, the other finding it's way to the side of your face and pulling you away from his neck to kiss your lips.
You pulled away and led him to the bedroom where he sat down at the foot of the bed. "Dance for me," he said, resting his chin on top of his hands that he had folded, his elbows sitting on his knees. You let the robe fall from your shoulders as you began to move your hips. You knew that Alan had a thing for fucking you when you were wearing heels, and you knew this was his favorite pair.
You walked towards him, shaking your ass before straddling him, grinding against him. He let out a soft moan, throwing his head back as you moved your hips above his. Alan flipped the two of you over, evening out his weight so that he was holding himself up on his forearms while he positioned himself between your legs. He began to kiss and bite your neck, making you a groaning mess beneath him.
"Do you even know what you do to me?" He smirked, sitting up and pulling your panties down your legs. He grinned when he noticed which shoes you were wearing before flinging your underwear behind him.
He kissed your ankle, moving up and placing another on your knee. And another on your thigh before his mouth was hovering above your core. He winked at you before sliding two of his fingers into you, causing you to arch your back and moan out his name. Thank god for marrying a guitarist; this man knew how to use his fingers.
His mouth found your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you, curling occasionally. A pressure began to build in your lower stomach and you knew you were close. You barely had time to moan before the pressure exploded into ecstasy, making you cry out and grip the sheets, your body shaking.
He stood up and grinned before pulling his clothes off, gesturing for you to take off your bra. He made his way between your legs again and entered you, groaning as his hips began to move slowly, letting you adjust. His thrusts for faster and you were looking for something to hold onto as you felt the familiar pressure building up again. But it was suddenly gone when Alan pulled out and turned you over, pulling your hips up so you were face down, ass up before pushing into you again.
You muffled your screams of pleasure into the pillow before Alan ran his hands down your side. "Who's making you feel like this, baby?" he asked, pounding into you harder than you thought possible. "You Alan. Oh my god you feel so good," you moaned out.
"Oh fuck Alan I'm gonna cum," you groaned, your walls tightening around his member. You came, collapsing onto the bed, but Alan wasn't done. He thrusted a few more times, making your orgasm last longer before he twitched inside of you and came, calling out your name.
He began thrusting slower, his breathing heavy before sitting up, pulling out, and giving you a light pat on your bum as if to say, "Good job". You giggled as he flopped down next to you, smiling and pulling you close.
"Do you really want a baby?" you asked, nervous of his answer. "Of course!" he said, grinning. "I'd have a million and one babies with you because that's all I've ever wanted. You, a family, and Miko are all I'll ever need," he said, gesturing to the cat who hopped up onto the bed, not seeming to mind that you had just had sex. You smiled before cuddling to Alan and falling asleep to his heartbeat.
