I Want To Have Omi's Baby - Tumblr Posts
— PORCELAIN DOLL | sakusa x fem!reader
-> synopsis: warming up to expanding your family
-> cw: NSFW, 18+ MDNI, smut, mentions of children and pregnancy, breeding kink, creampie, mating press, spit as lube, unprotected sex, fingering
-> wc: 1.5k
-> a/n: added more cos the whore in me took over but @chi-anpan gave me the original idea (happy?)
A soft smile lifts the corners of your lips as the fabric spills through your fingers. It’s soft and a little worn with age, yet still as pretty as it was all those years ago. The cotton is light, complete with tiny, puffy, pink sleeves and little ribbons. There’s another, stitched from emerald velvet, just as small, just as dainty.
The collection of dresses is small, a mere few, but you cannot bring yourself to part with them. When you look at them, you can almost picture what a miniature version of yourself and your husband would look like.
Would she have his dark curls? Or hair like yours? Would her eyes be as dark and bottomless as his, sparkling with curiosity or would they look like your own pair? Would she have his moles? His slender fingers? His bluntness? His quiet demeanour? Would she be daddy’s little princess?
Your eyes grow unfocused, looking somewhere beyond the present, at something unwritten. So lost in your fantasies about the future that you don’t hear the creak of the door as he enters the living room, only jolting from your thoughts when he brushes against your fingers.
“What’s this?” he murmurs, plucking another dress from the pile and scrutinising it, a furrow nestling between his brows. You sigh wistfully, placing the dress back onto the sofa and smoothing it out so that you can continue to admire it.
“My mum sent me some of the clothes she kept from when I was little.” Sakusa hums, holding the article of clothing up before him.
“You were tiny.”
“I was a baby, Omi,” you giggle and he shrugs, neatly folding it up and putting it to the side. “Are you keeping them?”
“I’m not sure.” What purpose did they serve, apart from taking up storage space and fuelling your daydreams?
The two of you had discussed children in the past, and Sakusa was a little unsure about the two of you starting your own family. Children were messy, expensive and loud. They needed attention and love, and he didn’t know if he was able to share what he poured into you with another being. His love was for you, and you alone.
But the longer he looks at these tokens of your childhood, images begin to fill his mind. Of a little girl, barely coming up to his knees, tottering around in one of these very dresses. Her hair would be tied into bouncy little pigtails with pretty ribbons and her pudgy little hands would reach up for him to lift her into his arms. She would cling to him, sweet and shy and looking every bit as angelic as her mother.
Slowly, he stands, still stuck on the image of the little girl gazing up at him with your eyes, framed by wispy lashes and soft wonder.
“Omi?” Wordlessly, he tugs you up by the wrist and you stumble a little in your surprise. There’s an unreadable expression on his features, one that makes your pulse quicken. Large hands come up to cradle your cheeks, his long fingers finding their way easily into your hair, tangling themselves into the strands.
His stare is intense before he swoops down, lips pressing against yours almost fervently, desperately. He’s pulling you closer, driven by a need, a want, something archaic in nature. He parts from you, breathing hard and a little flushed, chewing on his bottom lip as the last of his resolve crumbles.
“Bedroom. Now.”
With one smooth movement, he sweeps you into his arms, ignoring your shriek of surprise as he marches you to your room.
“Omi! What- wait a sec!”
“I wanna try,” he says simply, unceremoniously dropping you on the mattress before tugging off his t-shirt. His curls bounce when they catch on the collar, and he moves to hover over you to capture your lips once more. “I wanna know.”
His tongue slips between your lips and you moan, both from the sensation of him licking into your mouth and the implications of his words. Because if there’s one thing your husband has always been, it’s careful. The man has always taken every precaution to prevent an unwanted pregnancy, and though it’s highly unlikely that you’ll bear results from this moment, it’s a step in the direction of adding to your little family.
“I can’t get the image out of my head,” he breathes against your lips, helping you tug off your shirt before gently pushing you back into the pillows. You lift your hips without prompt, helping him shimmy your pants and underwear down your hips to leave you bare for him to admire. Sakusa smooths his hands up your thighs, pushing them apart and settling between them as he pushes the waistband of his joggers down.
“What?” you ask curiously, watching him pump his hardening cock with one hand and slipping the ring and middle finger of the other into his mouth to wet them. They pop free, shiny and slick. Your husband doesn’t answer, instead running his slippery fingers over your clit and down to your entrance, where he prods experimentally.
Careful. Always careful.
Easing his fingers inside you, he thrusts them shallowly a few times, thumb nudging at your clit and forcing you to let go of a pleasured gasp. He leans forward, your bare chests pressing together as he offers you an open mouthed, messy kiss, fingers working steadily until your hands are in his hair and you’re tugging at his curls.
“‘M gonna fill you up,” he mumbles against your mouth. “You want that? Hm?”
A whine escapes you when his fingers draw away and smear over his weeping cock, guiding it to drag heavily over your clit. “Want it, Omi. So bad.”
Even though the hunger leaks from his very pores, he can’t help but admire the way your cunt shines in the dim light of your room, soaked and ready to suck him in over and over. Tongue flicking out to wet his lips, he lets his cockhead slide down and part your labia before he slowly pushes in with a grunt.
Sakusa loses the little scraps of composure left in him once he feels your silky walls immediately hug his shaft and invite him to sheath himself to the hilt. Your achingly hot insides unravel every ounce of logic and restraint in him, filling his bones and blood with his baser instincts.
To fuck you.
To fill you.
His hips draw back before he’s pounding into you roughly, making you cry out and cling to his broad back, nails digging into his skin as he pushes you down into the bed. Grunting, he bears down on you, the angle of his hips shifting slightly so that his cock brushes against your sweet spot and makes you mewl.
“Gonna fuck you so full,” he growls, bringing your thighs higher. “‘Til you can’t hold it in. That should work, right?”
“Please!” you gasp, pulsing around him.
“Should be enough to make you a mama, right? You want that? Wanna give me a little baby?”
Incoherent babbles of yes and please tumble freely from your lips as your back arches and you snap, cumming hard with a sob of his name. But Sakusa doesn’t pause, even though your cunt constricts tightly around his cock. Instead, he pushes forwards and folds you in half, guiding your legs to dangle over his muscular shoulders.
There’s no way you can even squirm now with how his large body looms over you, trapping you in place so that he can slip his cock deeper into you, stroking your insides slowly, the tip kissing your cervix with promise. He hums as the glazed look in your eyes fades a little, turning his head to press a soft kiss to your calf. A hand smooths over your damp skin before resting at your belly, his thumb stroking thoughtfully at the soft flesh.
Hips pulling back, he forces the air from your lungs, quickly returning to a relentless pace. You feel him everywhere, inside and out, through skin and sinew. There’s no telling where either of you begin or end. You are more at one with each other than you have ever been, intertwined down to your souls at the thought of giving breath and life to the epitome of your love.
“‘M gonna cum,” he pants, gripping your hips firmly, blunt nails denting your skin as he drives himself into you as far as he can go. His fingers find your clit and push you to another orgasm, your toes curling as your cunt contracts and squeezes on him. A strangled noise leaves his throat, a mix between a groan and a keening sob as he climaxes too, thick ropes of cum filling you one after the other. You whimper, dizzy with pleasure, clinging onto him for dear life.
Breath hot against your cheek, he raises himself slightly, brushing the hair from your face and leaning down to kiss you softly.
“I’m not done yet,” he whispers, cock twitching inside you. “Nowhere near.”
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