Baby- Justin Morrow x female!reader
Content warnings- domestic fluff, smut, PiV, talk of pregnancy, sub!Justin if you squint, language
This story is a complete work of fiction portraying the likeness of a real person or persons in a fictional situation.
Justin drops the gallon of milk into the shopping cart and leans on the handlebar and top basket as he pushes back through the aisle. He’s tired; he never really enjoys grocery shopping, but he’d rather go than make you go right after work. So, he continues to push the half-full cart over the linoleum floor. He starts to turn down the bread aisle, but stops at the wet floor sign blocking his way. He groans and turns his cart down the next aisle over, sticky wheels skidding over the floor. Dead eyed and tired, Justin pays no attention to the contents of the aisle, until his eyes catch on a small article of clothing hanging off a rack. “Daddy’s little rockstar” reads the white, blocky lettering on a blue and white striped onesie. He slows the cart and straightens up with intrigue, reaching out to touch the miniscule piece of clothing. How can a human even be this small? He holds his hand up beside the garment and chuckles at the comparison. His hand extends to where the baby’s armpit would be, taking up the majority of the garment. He presses the soft fabric between his fingers and ponders it, a warm idea overtaking his annoyance. He gently slides the hanger off the rack and places the item in the basket of the cart and continues on to the check out.
You hear the sound of the front door closing and plastic bags of groceries being lowered to the floor with a thud. “Babe?” You call out and stand from where you were doom scrolling on the couch to make your way to the front of the house. You smile when your bear of a husband comes into view. “Hey, how’d it go?” You raise yourself on your toes and place a hand on his cheek, sweetly pressing your lips to his. Anxiousness bleeds off of him and he tenses, causing you to retract a bit. You furrow your eyebrows in concern and he looks down, biting his lip. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
“No- nothing’s wrong, but-” An unexpected object in one of the gray plastic sacks catches your eye and you cut him off.
“What’s that?” You start to reach down for it, but Justin places a hand on each of your upper arms, pulling you back upright.
“Baby, wait. I need to talk to you first.” You’ve only seen him this nervous a couple other times: the night he proposed, and the day he found out his dad was sick.
“Justin, you’re scaring me,” you say, feeding off his anxiousness. Is someone else sick? Did someone get into an accident? What has he been hiding from you?
“It’s nothing bad, not- well I guess if you don’t want it- but, we just- we’ve never talked about it and-”
“Justin,” you say firmly. “What are you trying to tell me?” He takes a breath and squeezes your arms, looking at you like he might drown if he looks away.
“I think I want a kid.” You’re silent. Stunned at his sudden confession. Neither of you speak for a few moments, both of you simply search each other’s expressions as the buzzing quiet fills your ears.
“That’s what you were so scared to tell me?” He nods and you hang your head, trying to contain your laughter. Justin looks at you apprehensively, not sure if he should be scared or hopeful.
“What?” Your laughter crescendos and you look up at him with a lighthearted look of shock.
“I thought someone died or something! You scared the hell out of me!” Justin lets out a few sheepish chuckles of his own, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Your laughter dies down to a loving smile. “I want a kid, too.”
Justin’s smile grows to a look of elation and his eyes grow lighter with hope and wonder. “Really? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I”m sure.” The words have barely left your mouth before you find yourself swept up into his arms, legs dangling over his forearms. You shriek in laughter and grip his shirt. “What are you doing?”
“We both want kids; I’m not wasting any time.” He takes quick steps to the bedroom, leg swinging behind him to shut the door. He tosses you onto the bed and yanks his shirt over his head. You take initiative and undress yourself, your pants landing draped over your nightstand, the rest god knows where else. Justin wastes no time in climbing over you, a dopey, lopsided smile tugging at his lips as his hair dips down over his forehead.
You grin in return and grasp his cheeks in each of your hands, pulling him down into a heated kiss. The warmth of his skin radiates into your chest as his brushes against you, his hips lifted barely above yours. Your lips work in tandem, throbbing heat coiling between you as each kiss deepens in passion. When you don’t think you can take anymore, the tip of his cock nestles against your opening, both of you moaning in unison.
“You ready, baby?” Justin pants against your lips. All you can do is nod. With a small grunt, he pushes his way inside you, breath suspending as he’s enveloped in your heat. You grip his shoulders, mouth dropping open as your head tilts back in a silent moan. It’s overwhelming; the feeling and the stretch of him inside you numbs your mind every time. Justin bottoms out and pauses, hips resting snug against yours. He lowers himself to his forearms once again, his face mere inches from yours. You both work to catch your breath.
With a deep inhale Justin’s eyes flutter open, searching yours for confirmation. You simply stare up at him, knowing he’ll get the message when you hook a leg over his hips. Eyes locked on yours, Justin withdraws his hips and pushes forward again with a moan. As he finds a rhythm, his mouth drops open to release obscene sounds. His eyelids are heavy as he completely surrenders to you.
“Fuck, baby,” he gasps, hands clenching the sheets on either side of your body. You grab a fist full of his hair and tug lightly before carding your fingers through the faded green tufts. Justin groans again and shifts his weight to one hand, using the other to grip your thigh as it lays anchored to his waist. Your body pulses with heat, each thrust sending a wave of overwhelming warmth through your system. “C’mon,” he grunts through gritted teeth. “Need a better position if we wanna keep a baby in you.”
Your eyes flutter open in surprise just in time for both of your legs to be thrown over his shoulders. A choked cry escapes your throat as your neck cranes back into the pillows, legs bouncing and swaying as his hips settle into yours with each thrust. Lewd sounds of wetness and panting fill the space between you, luscious heat settling deep in your gut. Your hips writhe up to meet his as best they can and Justin drops to both forearms. Sharp aches spread along your calves and arches of your feet, but you’re too far gone to care.
“Justin,” you strain desperately. Each thrust grinds his pelvis hard against your clit, walls clenching tight around him. A depraved whimper echoes from his throat before quickly pitching down to a groan. His jaw goes slack, eyes rolling as his hips stutter forward and still against you. His cock pulses and twitches heavily, hot cum spurting deep inside you. Justin can feel it, he knows you didn’t cum and he knows he has more to give you. He blows out a quick breath and drags himself back, slowly burying deep inside you again as his hand wedges between the two of you. He keeps steady pressure and lazy thrusts, slowly working you back to oblivion.
“Fuck,” he whimpers breathlessly. He’s so sensitive, body shuddering involuntarily. One of your legs slips slickly off his shoulder, the other plastered in place with body heat and tacky skin on skin. You gently take his face between your hands, bringing his forehead down to rest on yours.
“Baby,” you mutter, chest arching up as your core tightens. “Baby!” You cry out desperately. “Fuck!” Your nails dig into Justin’s cheeks, core pulsing tightly around him, and body flooding with a rush of unimaginable pleasure. Your orgasm triggers his second and he can’t hold back his wanton cries. He rides out both of your highs with slow, spastic thrusts before stilling, completely buried inside you. His chest heaves with overstimulation and aching breaths. A tired grin cracks his feature and he tilts his chin to brush your lips with his.
“You’re gonna be the best mom.”
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