husband!joel taking care of his beautiful pregnant wife | suggestive content, established relationship, pregnant!reader
a/n: from the husband!joel Lore, here’s a little interlude where Joel and the reader return from their honeymoon, before Trevor was born—since the reader was pregnant with him at the time. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
The weeks began to feel like torture. It was your first pregnancy: you felt like tearing your skin off, yet at the same time, you had more carnal desire, as if this process were like ovulation, but happening every now and then.
You were five months pregnant; your belly was already big, which made it hard for you to move around easily. Your back hurt more, and the headaches kept coming back.
Joel spent most of his time away from home because of his job as the boss of his business. But he would come home some nights, and on weekends he took care of you all the time. During the week, your mother visited you often, either to bring you food or even to tidy up your house a bit.
That morning you woke up furious, with your hair standing on end and your skin throbbing with unbearable pain. Hunger was gnawing at your insides; your mother couldn’t visit today, and you had to figure out a way to manage on your own.
Joel wouldn’t be there for another four hours, so your anxiety grew even more. Without wasting much time, you made yourself a quick meal—something big and filling—just to stave off your hunger until Joel arrived.
The hours felt like an eternity; you felt as if your stomach might explode at any moment, and the migraine was growing, intensifying little by little. Regardless of what the clock said, it was already time for Joel to be home, but he still hadn’t shown up.
You grumbled and reached for your phone to call him, but the sound of the front door opening made it clear that he had already come home. You didn’t even bother going downstairs to greet him; Joel knows perfectly well that he has to come straight up to see you.
Joel left his things in the living room, kicked off his work boots, and left them by the door. With determination, he calmly climbed the stairs, heading toward the room he shared with you.
When he opened the bedroom door, he swallowed hard at the sight of you. Angry, brow furrowed, he knew what was coming.
“Hey, mama,” he said in a sweet voice, a smile on his lips. You clenched your jaw to keep from shouting or letting out the anger you’d been bottling up. “Hi,” you said slowly. Joel took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack near the bed, then sat down on the edge of the bed. “How’s my beautiful wife?” His sweet tone eased the tightness in your jaw. You relaxed your frown and looked at him. “It’s killing me,” you said, and he sighed and placed his hand on your belly. “Oh, so bad, baby?” he looked at you tenderly.
You hated it, but you loved the fact that he could make you forget your anger in the blink of an eye. “Yes,” you declared firmly. “Need something?” He pressed his lips against yours and looked at you with those brown eyes. “You,” you blurted out without further ado. Joel opened his eyes in surprise, his hand on your belly, caressing in circles. “In which way do you want me, mama?” He shifted in the spot where he was sitting; your words were already taking effect.
You tugged at his shirt and said reluctantly, “Stop asking and do something.” The tug on his shirt excited him even more, clearly affected by you. He placed his warm palm on the back of your neck and held you gently: “I’ll do whatever my beautiful wife asks of me.” After his words, he kissed your lips softly, tracing a path from your mouth down to your neck. He settled onto the mattress, positioning himself better to continue.
His hand on your belly never moved; he continued to caress it tenderly, but as the atmosphere grew hotter, his hand moved upward until it reached your breasts. You gasped as your fingers tangled with the strands of his soft hair, letting him know to continue.
Joel trailed his kisses down to your collarbone, his fingers playing with the elastic band of your loose-fitting blouse; he pulled the band covering your breasts down until they were exposed. He pulled his mouth away from your skin and gazed at your breasts with admiration. “They’re beautiful,” he whispered, licking his lips, before encircling a nipple with his mouth. You gasped and dug your fingers into his hair.
He licked the nipple carefully, his tongue drawing continuous circles, and when he sucked, he tasted something warm coming from your nipple in his mouth. You moaned and arched your back slightly; Joel had discovered something that could make you feel incredible. He pulled his mouth away from your nipple and looked at you. “You like that?” You nodded, breathing heavily. "I need something more.” Your desperate tone sent a shiver down his spine, ending directly at his bulge.
You took his hand and guided it to where your thighs meet, right in the center. He understood immediately and, without hesitation, positioned himself between your thighs. Without wasting any time, he pulled aside the fabric covering your center, seeing it all wet and swollen. Joel unzipped his pants, freeing his glans. He easily thrust inside, but not all the way. You were tighter than usual. You grabbed his arms and held him tight as he moved in and out slowly.
Joel was panting as he watched your belly look huge in comparison to his glans sliding in and out of you at a steady pace. The mere sight of having you in this position, in that state, and panting… it drove him wild. It didn’t take long for him to come at the same time as you; your swollen walls squeezed him tightly, trying to push him out, but he stayed inside, letting his cum stay deep inside you.
He gasped as he caught his ragged, heavy breath, your hands gripping his arms tightly, your inner walls still pulsing, your folds swelling even more. Joel thrust into you a couple of times and finally pulled out, leaving you, watching as a few small drops trickled out of your entrance—you were so tight inside that he couldn’t fit it all in. “You got tight,” he whispered as he smoothed his hair. You laughed and sighed, “I guess because a baby is growing inside me.”
Joel smiled and lay down beside you, adjusting his underwear to cover his glans. “And you’re doing it so perfectly,” he said, then planted a kiss on your forehead.
The role of husband didn’t do Joel justice; he’s the best, he knows how to do his duty, and soon he’ll be the best dad.
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