Oh, Baby!
✧ pairing: bf! eric x gf! reader
✦ genre: smut
✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, unprotected sex (don’t try this at home), mating press, breeding kink, daddy kink & lowkey mommy kink, fondling, creampie, marking, kissing, cursing, dirty talk, pet names, baby making business going on
this one is embodying sabrina carpenter’s “juno”
“one of me is cute, but two though?”
✦ word count: 4.0k words
✧ synopsis: baby fever is knocking at your door.
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“Hi, cutie!” your boyfriend talks in a gentle, hushed tone, a complete contrast from how loud his volume can range otherwise.
Rightly so though, as his niece sits over his lap, bouncing her lightly for her entertainment with his leg, looking at her through fond, endeared eyes.
“It’s your uncle Youngjae.” he follows with tickling at her tummy gingerly with pinched fingers. Simultaneously through pouted lips, his tongue clicks repeatedly and other noises peep out from him, cutely cooing at her.
Sitting across from them on a different sofa, you watched from your own affectionate perspective, smiling from ear to ear.
It was about time you two paid a visit to not only Eric’s sister, but to come see his niece. She was the first grand baby of the family, so that automatically made her a beloved gem in everyone’s lives.
She’s six months and only kept growing cuter as time went on. It was fascinating the way her boba-like eyes that seemed to never blink, stare up curiously at her uncle, mouth full of her small curled up fist.
You continued enjoying viewing Eric try to bond with her. He’d contort his face into different funny-looking expressions, using exaggerated lip movements and a high-pitched tone to crack any positive reaction out of her.
But she simply drooled while gnawing on that fist of hers, the only action of hers aside from the occasional kicking of limbs.
Only the adults in the room get a kick out of Eric making a fool of himself trying to get his niece to show any ounce of glee, jokingly agreeing that she doesn’t care for her uncle.
It isn’t until his efforts at last pay off through singing a Korean nursery rhyme, that a big, toothless grin bestows upon her. Melodic giggles and babbles spring out of her, almost as if she’s trying to sing along with her uncle.
It’s such a simple moment, but everyone lights up at her finally perking up, flinging her chubby arms around and spouting unintelligible sounds in chorus.
The current setting was so lovely and amusing. Getting a baby to display happiness was always a hit across all boards, especially when it came from someone as dear as her uncle.
Even though you and Eric’s sister further teased her brother with similar comments of how perhaps he should be the male version of Ms Rachel, seeing your boyfriend carefree as such a softie towards a precious, delicate little human, touched your heart.
You rarely witnessed this paternal-like side of his. Watching the man you’re in love with be so engaged and loving towards a baby awoke something within.
Listening to his mellow tone when talking to her, him repeating and imitating the sounds his niece made, and having his undivided attention on her was utterly charming. Not to mention the secure but careful hold he had on her, protective, yet nurturing behavior.
It all looked so natural for him. Perhaps it shouldn’t be a surprise considering how Eric was raised right. Yes he could be rambunctious and daring often, but he was also sweet, kind, and caring.
Observing him in this way opened up a window of thoughts— for instance, providing you a taste of what having a child with Eric could look like.
And you didn’t realize a baby being in good hands of your boyfriend could possibly make him more attractive than he already is. It really did.
“She smells fresh. It’s that baby smell.” Eric brings you out from your head as he directs his nose repeatedly over his niece’s hair, seemingly obsessed with inhaling her aroma. His face displays fascination and child-like wonder, genuinely impressed at how fresh and soothing she smelled.
“Okay, that’s enough of smelling my daughter, you canine.” Eric’s sister remarked and reaches for her daughter. She pulls her into her arms and laughs, ignoring the over exaggerated pout on her brother’s face when his arms don’t hold the sweet girl anymore.
“It’s Y/n’s turn!”
You perk up as the baby’s passed for you to grab, adjusting and straightening yourself up so that you can hold her well.
For not even one second was your expression not bright. The little one looked up at you wide-eyed as you copied Eric’s action earlier of using mild movement of your leg to spring her up, helping her settle into you.
She grew quite a tad since the last time you saw her. Your fingers reached for her small curled hand, cooing out loud about how tiny it was in comparison to yours. It’s crazy to think that at one point, yours was exactly that small.
With the baby sitting over you, you fully inspect her features in awe.
It appeared like there wasn’t a single thought behind those doll-like eyes of hers, sporadically blinking through wispy, long lashes that had you envious and wishing your natural lashes were that beautiful.
While wiping away some spit that managed to slip past her lips, you continue lingering over the growing features she possesses.
She was apple-cheeked, full of color with a rosy tint shining through. Her skin was so tender and fresh-like. You thumbed at her cheek in wonder, the feeling so smooth and pillowy.
Everything about her seemed so minuscule. Such a fragile being was placed in your hold, brewing thoughts of the full life ahead of her, and that you’d get to be a part of it.
A hand of yours went up to her head, delicately grazing your fingertips over her thin, perfectly combed hair.
You’re compelled to take a whiff— despite laughing at Eric for doing it rather madly. You need to soak in what the hype is all about.
A clean, nostalgic fragrance wafts into your nostrils, humming at how comforting it was for your senses. No wonder Eric couldn’t peel his nose away; Her scent was addicting.
There must’ve been magic in that sweet scent, containing healing properties that made you want to kick your feet out of euphoria and attack her squishy cheeks with a load of kisses.
A simple scent triggered fuzzy feelings, developing cute aggression towards the darling angel.
It led you to think about the idea of having your own little one.
You wonder what it would be like to carry and raise your own flesh and blood. How it would feel to live the life of motherhood— rocking your baby to sleep in your arms, providing your baby with all the love and attention you have to offer, and watching them achieve multiple milestones.
You then circled back to pondering over raising a child with Eric. Just the mere thought of him being the father of your children someday gets your heart going. Your tummy does somersaults in thinking about his role as a father and creating a baby with him.
Without a doubt, he’d be the perfect person to raise a child with. There were a multitude of layers and sides to him that manifested naturally during the right times.
He was protective, respectful, and responsible. Eric carried maturity in the sense that he was considerate and caring when it came to those he loved. Hell, even towards strangers.
He also knew how to have a good time and not let the fact that he’s an adult get in the way of having fun. Thankfully uptightness was something he had an allergy to.
His personality consisted of goofy, playful, and eccentric at times. Charisma shined out from him whenever he spoke. One would never expect the random challenges he’d give himself to an absurd activity, or him barking like a dog as if he was one.
Expect the unexpected is a saying that fits perfectly with Eric. You’re always kept on your toes with him by your side— in a good way, that is. Dullness wasn’t something that existed when within his presence. All the excitement and color he brought to your life would only brighten and grow with the addition of his own kid.
Another thing you valued in Eric was how that man had no fear in unveiling his vulnerability. There was no ultra-masculine front put up to appease to societal expectations. Empathy and sensitivity were things some guys brushed off and hid, claiming that men shouldn’t be so sensitive.
But if anyone knows Eric, they know how emotional of a person he is. A crybaby, as you liked to tease. You can practically picture him crying at the delivery and birth of his child.
It touched you though, for he wore his heart on his sleeve and you admired how incredibly sweet and pure he was.
You’re positive he would fill in all the categories of what it meant to be a parent.
And God… don’t even get started on fantasizing over what your children would look like. Would they look more like you or him? Bless his genetics. As gorgeous as he looks and his whole family are, you’d imagine your kids to inherit remarkable beauty and physical attributes.
The idea of procreating and coming together to bring your genetics and love to life in the form of a human being, swelled your sex more than you liked to admit.
To think that you always destined yourself as ‘little miss rich aunt,’ being the auntie someday that would spoil the crap out of other people’s kids and not bear your own.
But here you are, romanticizing and melting over picturing your life with a child. With Eric as the father, by your side during long nights when the baby is having their nightly feeding, or watching him teach your child (regardless of gender) how to play baseball.
The rest of the evening, there was a persistent tingly sensation in your lower region. Your hormones were whirling in a frenzy, seeing him continue to be gentle and interactive with his niece. It was so attractive seeing him so nurturing, able to handle a baby.
He rocked her in his arms and played peekaboo with her, eliciting the most adorable giggles.
It’s like your uterus jumped into a different dimension. You found your heart, mind, and ovaries exploding, growing warm at how insanely well your boyfriend handled a child.
Seems like you have a case of baby fever.
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Later while you two were heading home, you scrolled through your camera roll, looking at some candid photos you took of Eric with his niece.
Every image brought you the same feelings a happy pill would. Even through the images, it was obvious how careful and attached he was to her. You guys were just with her, but you’re already reminiscing being around the baby.
“Your niece is the cutest thing ever. Those Sohn genes run strong.” you zoomed into a picture that displayed her face clearly, turning your phone so that Eric could see.
Since he’s concentrated on driving, he takes a couple quick glances, grinning at the image you managed to catch of her smiling in Eric’s lap, gums on proud display.
“I know right! She’s like a splitting image of my sister. I just know she brags about it to everyone.”
“I miss her already.” you admitted, longing eyes staring at the photos, wishing to have your own bundle of joy.
“We can go over next weekend. You know my sis would love getting her hands off the baby for awhile.” he assures.
“Makes me want a baby.” you sighed out truthfully, gaze unable to peel away from the pictures you took, clutching your phone tightly imagining as if his niece was still in your arms.
Eric doesn’t know what to say at that. He’d like to think there was no real seriousness behind those words; It was common to feel that way after being around a cuddly, tiny human.
He plays it safe by merely laughing. On the inside however, there’s turmoil over the possibility of raising a child with you. He wonders if that is in your cards, and if you’d want to delve through the journey together.
It’s not really a conversation you two have openly had aside from pregnancy scares. However, if he ever got you pregnant, he doesn’t believe it would be the end of the world. Quite the opposite, actually.
“Eric…” you began shortly, face getting hot at the conversation you’re wanting to have.
“What’s up, babe?” he asks normally, eyes focused on the road.
You slid down just a tad in the passenger seat and reclined, fiddling with the seatbelt and feeling small as you muster courage to spit out what’s been on your mind.
“Do you wanna have kids some day?”
Thankfully his reaction and answer is as clear as day. A genuine smile appearing on his face has you straightening yourself up.
“‘Course I do. I’d love to be a dad.” his response is straightforward and confident, making you secretly thrilled.
“Imagine having a whole baseball team of kids, y’know.” he smirks.
You quickly give him a deadpanned-look, one that threatened to chuck something at him for his ability to say something foolish when you thought this current conversation was going to be wholesome.
You had no right to hate, though. You’ve said way more out of pocket comments. What he said was mild, but you’re just always looking for an excuse to make him sweat.
“Kidding, I’m kidding!” he laughs, defending himself before you even have time to berate him.
“Do you?” he bounces your question for him back to you.
“To be honest… I never really thought too much about the possibility until today.”
In other words, you held no desire to reproduce with someone until… him.
“You’d be a really good dad.” you take this opportunity to tell him. Confident in that statement, and hoping he’d get the hint.
His lips part as he thinks about what you said, visible amusement plastered over him from the genuine compliment. He turns his head to look at you, your face wearing a sappy look.
“Ya think so?”
“Seeing me with a baby wind you up, huh?” he follows with a teasing tone and raise of brows, not leaving room for you to elaborate or comment further.
You wanted to smack the smug little smile he’s wearing right off— because he was right.
“Hm?” he elbows you when you don’t react verbally, always enjoying turning the conversation towards a suggestive direction.
The nudge makes you pout, reaching over and pinching at his arm like a bratty five year old. To which, he responds with that same childish energy, drawing out an ‘ouchhh’ and giggling obnoxiously.
“I’m being serious, Eric!” you whined, flustered even though you want for him to take care of you so well physically, that you end up full of his seed in the end.
“So am I!” he swears. “Did you imagine me as a dad? As a DILF?” he eggs you on. It doesn’t help that all of what he’s saying is true. You’re unable to deny or brush his claims off.
In your head, you can see him clearly as a wonderful dad. One that was attentive, affectionate, and supportive.
Your mind specifically glamorizes over how Eric would look as one. Mr bulky, strong arms rocking your child. Imagine how sexy he’d look when he reached a new level of maturity as a father.
He’d probably grow absentminded or careless with his own needs occasionally, like letting the stubble on his face grow out more than he’d like. Of which, would work in your favor. For seeing stubble strikes your hormones from how ruggedly-manly it made him.
He’d also be extra cautious and protective. Not only when the baby’s alive and breathing, but since the second he’s aware that you’re pregnant. Your stomach feels like it’s flipping at the thought of him being so vigilant.
If he currently is already so possessive and clingy, you can’t imagine how that could increase more. His two babies would be his top priority, on guard 24/7 like a dog.
Especially during the expected-9 months of carrying. You can imagine that he’d be fascinated with your growing bump, hands roaming over and on you at all times. The princess treatment would skyrocket while you worked on staying healthy and allowing the baby to develop.
The envision has you all hot and bothered, legs shifting and core squeezing at nothing.
“And what if I did? What are you gonna do about it, daddy?” you coat that last word with extra sugar and tease, even giving him pouty eyes for extra emphasis.
You swear he grips the steering wheel more than necessary, hearing a name that whips out from your lips when you wanted to be a submissive, dirty little slut.
Given all this talk about babies, being called daddy never hit him this hard. He pokes his inner cheek with tongue, hearing nothing but the replay of your fake-innocent tone in his head.
He takes a couple seconds to send you a look that signals you’ll be in for a real treat when you arrive home. One that would entail giving you what you wanted, doubling down.
You’ve succeeded in horning him up. Now, let’s see if you can take it.
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Within a matter of time, Eric had you locked in mating press, his hard cock suffocating deliciously inside your tight, weak hole.
“Want me to make you a mommy? Yeah, baby?” he breathes out lowly, a sultry tinge to his words that travels hot straight into your sex.
All you can do is moan helplessly, losing any coherence as you bear the weight of his build and manhood. Your only response is greedily sucking him in through your walls, mouth spilling out huffs and puffs uncontrollably that varied in pitch.
Your legs were spread out as far as physically possible, making room for Eric to penetrate into you with great depth, his tip hitting your spongey spots, base and all getting squeezed and dripping wet.
Palms flat on the mattress on either side of you, he uses all his force and sexual urge to drive hungrily into your aching cunt. He’s balls-deep into you, determined to fuck you so well that you’ll be filled up to the damn brim with his cum.
Eric’s taking full charge; Your body’s feeling so small and writhing underneath his. You can barely manage to move your arms since the pleasure consumes your mind so much that all you can do is keep up with his breaths, crying out profusely.
However, you somehow manage to slither a hand down along to find the balls that slapped hard against your ass. You get a grip on them, thumbing the skin friskily and even tugging and juggling at them gently.
“Mine.” you whispered, referring to the full sack in your hold, practically salivating from how close and personal you are with Eric. You’re also dying for him to spill his milky substance into your core, a token of belonging.
A guttural groan emits from him first, followed by hisses and whimpers as more seconds with his sensitive sack in your hand goes by.
You’re killing him. You’ve got him hooked for life.
“Ah, Fuck, Y/n— mph, my nasty girl.” he grits out, feeling a pleasing tickle rippling through his skin, his pace growing off focus from you not resisting in keeping your hands to yourself.
He takes a moment to swiftly redirect your playful hand away and attaching it up to his back, your other hand shortly following. Your nails pressed sharply into his shoulder blades, gripping onto his skin as he fucks you senseless.
You’re drowning in the delicious pressure of his girth beating your pussy ferociously, his hips thrusting hard and deep. He chases that feeling of ecstasy, determined to fill up his pretty baby.
Your nails grip him like you’re afraid he’d stop any moment, digging and scratching into his back and marking him. If you let go of him, you also fear you’d completely lose yourself. So, you hold onto your anchor.
“Mhm, good girl. Take it, princess. This dick belongs to you.” he growls, pushing through your mighty clawing, praising you for responding so well to him.
Squelching and irregular, desperate breaths serve as the soundtrack to your baby making. You’re beyond aroused, wetness coating his entire cock and running down your ass. His hot breath hits your face, lust and desperation casting over his sultry eyes.
You whined, mumbling ‘daddy’ dreamily, locking your legs around his waist. Your legs were straining from being spread out, and you grew more eager to be milked by his cock, anxious in needing him closer to you even though given your current position, how can you get closer than this?
He pushes his face right at one of your ears, brushing his lips sensually over your lobe.
“Tell me, baby. Talk to me.” he whispers, begging to hear your voice form words.
You attempt to formulate something clear, but that goddamn mouth of his delays your thoughts from voicing. Contrasting from his rough thrusts, he sweetly kisses your earlobe lazily but intently. He even draws his tongue out to swirl the muscle over your fleshy flap of skin.
“Make me cum. I wanna cum. Need you, daddy.” you babbled, whining even more when you hear him chuckle through his panting.
“Please— ah!” your plea gets cut off when he unexpectedly sneaks a hand down to toy with your puffy clit, rubbing your needy bud.
Your body arches into his hand, tightening all of your muscles from the direct stimulation over your bundle of nerves.
Eric throbs inside you when your body reacts eagerly, like your walls are tugging at his cock inwards. Your pussy begged to be bred.
“Come on, ma. Cum for daddy, yeah?” his voice is throaty with some fine edge to it, persisting with some final vile rams into you that soon grow sloppy as his own body is rising with tension, leaking tip warning him that he’s preparing to fully erupt.
He fulfills all of your desires, kissing and filling your tingling hole with his manhood, then, coming undone at the same time as you.
Your pussy squeezes his cock all the way empty, your hole now creamy with both of your spilled cum. You cry and cry out to him, arms glued to his upper back as he paints your walls with his love.
“That’s it, ma. Good girl.” he breathes out, drained from all his efforts but relieved to have busted all that he had.
It’s a few minutes of recovery before he pulls out of you, leaving worshipping kisses all over your shoulders and neck while he does so. The blended cum attempts to ooze and drip out of you, but Eric stops that from happening with the magic of his fingers.
Two fingers are inserted into your hole to plug your sex. He pushes the fluids back in, allowing your pussy to soak it all up, still kissing your body as he fills your ears with praises and promises of loving you eternally.
Your walls hug his digits, responding cheekily towards his string of darling words that never seem to have an end. And you like it like that.
After a while, he now spoons you from behind with your back pressed against his chest, bare skin-on-skin contact. His dominant hand reaches over to cup your lower tummy. The feeling is soothing, your eyelids heavy as he rubs at your stomach as if you already have a swollen belly full of life.
“You’ll be a beautiful mama.” he murmurs, pressing a kiss into your cheek, face flushed with a honey glow.
He thinks about the seed he planted inside of you, dreaming about it blossoming into something that grows in your belly and pops out as a mini human.
Your love being enough to make a whole being has him smiling fondly, snuggling into your figure extra close and never letting your tummy go.
Hopefully you’re extra fertile today.
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