Baby fever (Charles Smith x fem!reader)
Charles has followed his plan on moving to Canada and getting married, but there's one thing still missing.
Anon, you have such a big brain for requesting this
Word count: 2.9k
Tags: fluff, established relationship, explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, oral, vaginal sex, creampie, post-canon
The blowing wind outside whistles and rattles at the windows, but you're sheltered inside the cozy cabin that you share with your husband. It has been a while now since the two of you got married and while you both have had the children talk, you've never discussed any details. Something inside you desperately wants to change that.
Maybe it's the low temperatures and your need to feel his warmth at all times. That man is a walking furnace after all. Maybe you're just in that specific part of your cycle, the one where everything, that Charles does, turns you incredibly on. You'd watch him chop wood through the window and get the urge to throw yourself at him.
Whatever it is, all you know is that you want him and preferably tonight. As if on cue, the front door is being swung open. Most likely more by the wind, than your husband's action. For a man his size, he's moving around surprisingly quietly. A wide smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, one he returns when his gaze lands on you.
Careful not to let any of the snow in, he quickly closes the door behind him and leaves his boots, coat and hat next to it. Charles walks up to you, the fabric of his button up shirt stretching over his broad chest and shoulders. His large hand finds your cheek and he places a soft kiss on the top of your head.
"Sit with me.", you say, gently grabbing him by his wrist and pulling him down onto the sofa next to you.
Even if he would be busy at the moment, it's impossible for him to say no to you. Since day one, he has been doing nothing but roll out the red carpet for you. Whatever you want or need, just utter the word and he's on it. His dark eyes flicker towards the lit fireplace infront of you.
"Is it warm enough? Should I bring in more logs?", he asks to which you hastily shake your head.
"No, it's good. Just stay here and rest.", you answer, while both your hands wander to his shoulders and you give them a firm squeeze.
That gets you a low, pleased hum from him, which shoots a hot sensation into your lower stomach. The two of you sit there in comfortable silence for a long while and you work on massaging the tension out of his muscles. No matter the season, Charles never rests. He's always out and about and working on something.
"I've been thinking.", you mumble and steal a glance at his face. He raises his eyebrows ever so slightly to indicate that he's listening, but his eyes stay shut. "About children."
Now he turns his head to look at you and you gauge his reaction. His expression doesn't give away anything, nothing is telling you what he might be thinking right now.
"Yeah?", is all you get from him.
"I know we talked about wanting them, but we never discussed any specifics.", you continue and pull away from his shoulders, folding your hands neatly on your lap. "I've been thinking about it a lot lately and I don't know."
All words fail you, as you struggle to come up with a good way to explain your intentions. Charles' fingers brush over the side of your face and he stares into your eyes.
"Does that mean you want them? Now?", he speaks, guessing your thoughts, not much to your surprise.
You've always been an open book for him and you relax a little, knowing that he understands you.
"Yes, I think so." Then your eyes go wide and you raise your hands. "But there's no rush, really! I don't want to put any pressure on you, if you don't feel the same."
Your small outburst makes him chuckle and he slowly shakes his head. There's a rare, genuine smile on his lips, one he reserves only for you and you alone.
"How can I not feel the same, hm?", he asks and kisses the tips of your fingers.
"So you wanna start trying?"
The soft noise of fabric shuffling fills the air as he moves closer to you.
"Of course.", he mumbles and meets your lips with his.
The kiss is slow at first, with Charles pouring in every ounce of love he has for you. It doesn't take long for things to get heated though and before you know it, you're straddling his lap. His big hands roam your waist, the curve of your hips and travel down to grab handfuls of your thighs.
Meanwhile your fingers are buried in his long hair, as you lick his lips and slide your tongue past them. Heat rolls off his body in waves, keeping you warmer than any fire ever could and you lean further against his chest. Despite his muscles making him feel as hard as a board, each touch is incredibly soft and tender.
When Charles reaches out for you, when he caresses your skin, he does so in such a careful manner. As if he's scared break you. You know that he's had a difficult life to a point where he sincerely believed that he was born to hurt. Though you like to think that he feels at least little bit better about himself now, after the two of you have built a comfortable life out here together.
Quickly, you push those thoughts to the far back of your mind and steer your attention back to what's happening at the moment. You take in a deep breath, filling both your nose and lungs with his familiar scent and it immediately puts you at ease. Suddenly he stirs underneath you and has you two stand up.
His hand finds yours and he intertwines his fingers with yours, wanting to guide you to the bedroom door. That's when an idea pops up in your head and you tug at his arm to make him stop. Charles gives you a puzzled look that is accompanied by a hint of worry.
"Everything alright?", he asks, turning his whole body to you and you nod hastily.
"Yes, but I thought that we could maybe...", you answer, trailing off and let your gaze wander to the fireplace.
It has been on your mind for quite a while now, a small fantasy. Nothing too extra, really. Charles immediately understands what you mean and gets to work by pulling the coffee table to the side. Once that's done, you go help him spread some furs and blankets over the carpet.
There's a soft, yet mischievous smile on his face as he steps closer to you.
"So you wanna do it here?", he speaks up, his fingers brushing over your arm.
"Thought it would be kinda romantic. Doing it infront of the fire.", you admit with a low chuckle.
"I agree."
Charles dips his head down to kiss your neck and leaves a trail along your collarbone. Next thing you know, he's working on your dress and it falls off your body with ease, pooling around your ankles. He takes a moment to admire your now exposed body and you shy away under his intense gaze.
Then he cups your cheek to make you look at him. It's a gentle gesture, one to show you that he finds you absolutely stunning. Everytime you get naked infront of him, it feels like the very first time. He always makes sure to drink up the sight like a parched man who was lost in the dessert for way too long.
With each passing second, you're growing a little bit more impatient. Charles was out all day, leaving you alone with your thoughts and fantasies. Now that you finally have your husband right where you want him, it takes every ounce of self-discipline not to pounce on him. Though you can't mask your excitement and hungrily press your lips against his.
Your hands roam his chest and stomach, eagerly fiddling with the buttons of his shirt in an attempt to open them. He smirks against your mouth and you almost roll your eyes, already knowing how smug he must look and feel. Without breaking the kiss, you pull him down until you're both laying on the pile of blankets, with him above you.
Charles works his way down your body, leaving a burning trail with his mouth. He stops at your chest, licking and sucking one of your nipples while he brushes his thumb over the other. His large hand cups your breast, giving it a firm squeeze and you let out a pleased hum. Soon after that, he continues his journey down, until he reaches your thighs.
He nibbles on the soft skin, taking his sweet time while you involuntarily and impatiently buck your hips. A chuckle rumbles in his throat and he lifts his head to look at you.
"Patience.", he comments and you throw a half-hearted glare his way.
That amuses him only more and he places a kiss on your aching core. You're already dripping wet, have been ever since he stepped through the front door. A whine leaves your lips when he drags his tongue over your folds. With your legs spread wide, you bury both hands in his hair, trying to keep the loose strands out of his face.
Charles gives your cunt a few more slow licks, earning surprised yelps whenever his tongue flicks your clit. Once he starts giving it more attention, moving it in circles, you have your back arching and eyes closed shut. He uses one hand to keep your hips in place and to stop you from squirming around so much.
With the other, he teases your entrance with his middle finger, until he slowly slides it in. Next thing you know, a second one follows and he curls them up inside you, while his mouth works on your clit. At this point every single muscle in your body is trembling and shaking and you're squeezing his head with your thighs.
If any of that bothers him, then he's not showing it. You allow yourself a quick glance in his direction and moan from the sight alone. There he his, face buried deep in your cunt, humming with content, as he bucks his own hips into the blanket. Oh, how you wish you were that thing now.
Charles picks up the pace that he has set with his fingers, brushing over your g-spot over and over again. You sense the familiar feeling of an orgasm building up within you and you throw your head back.
"Just like that, yeah.", you gasp to let him know that you're close.
Your husband keeps a steady rhythm, devouring you, as if it's the last time he will ever get to do that again. Before you know it, he pushes you over the edge and you moan his name in a plea. He let's you ride out your orgasm on his mouth and fingers for a few more moments, before he pulls away.
Sweat is covering every inch of your body and you feel feather light. A satisfied smile graces your lips, which only widens when his face appears above yours. The skin around his mouth is glistening with your wetness and you pull him down for a long kiss.
While the orgasm has left you out of breath and mildly exhausted, you're still far from being done with that man. And so you pull at his belt, signaling that you want it off now. You don't have to tell him twice, his dick being so hard that it almost hurts. He can't wait to be inside you, to have you clench around him, as he fills you up completely.
Once the rest of his clothes are off and aimlessly tossed in some random corner, he grabs your legs and presses them down to your chest. It's clear that he's struggling to hold back, his own lust obvious in his eyes.
"Are you sure about this?", he asks, his gaze keep darting down to your awaiting cunt.
"Absolutely.", you answer, your voice barely a whisper and filled with anticipation.
Charles has an average length, but good God, is he thick. The first time you guys had sex, it had taken quite a while until he managed to get inside you completely. It's not a problem anymore nowadays, but he's still extremely careful. Just like now, with how slowly he slides his tip in and waits, even though everything inside that man is screaming to fuck you into the pile of furs and blankets.
Unable to take this torture any longer, your hands fly forward, grabbing his hips and pulling him close. It catches him off-guard and you earn a delicious moan. Normally he tries to keep as quiet as possible, occasionally letting out a low grunt, but that's about it. To hear him like this is music to your ears.
His fingers are digging into the soft skin of your thighs, while he keeps your legs pressed down and you feel his cock twitch inside you. Though now you wait, granting him a few very much needed moments to compose himself. Your action just now has surprised him and he had almost come right then and there.
Slowly, he bottoms out entirely and slides back in. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, his eyes locked with yours, as he takes in your expression. You feel every vein on his shaft dragging along your walls, his hot tip brushing over that sweet spot, similar to how his fingers did earlier.
"That's it.", he murmurs, voice strained and low.
Charles drives into you in a steady pace, each thrust slow, but deep. The small cabin is filled with the sound of wet skin slapping and the crackling of the wood in the fireplace. Now that you think about it, it would have perhaps been better to take it to the bedroom. The heat of the flames mixed with your husband's, has you practically boiling now.
You're slick and sticky from all the sweat, but you still feel amazing. For a second you think that it couldn't get any better, until you feel his thumb pushing down on your swollen clit. It's still sensitive from before and so your squirm and tremble when he starts to gently rub it.
"You're taking it so good.", he praises, as he watches your reaction like a hawk.
Having you twitch around this much, forces him to slow down his own movements, wanting to feel you come around his cock before he does. Now his thrusts are a bit more shallow, but that's still enough to have you see stars. You buck your hips and arch your back, clawing at the blanket underneath you like you've been possessed.
A loud moan tears from your throat when a second orgasm crashes into you like a wave and you pull Charles down for a kiss to stifle your noises.
"You did so well.", he whispers, while planting a gentle kiss on your temple. "You're beautiful."
He pins you down with his entire body, covering your form like some protective shield, as he begins to move again. You weakly wrap your legs around his waist, while he thrusts into you like his life depends on it. A few words of praise leave your lips, signaling him to go faster if he wants to.
"You're so good to me. So good.", he keeps on saying, more so stammering than talking.
His thrusts are growing more rapid, his hips stuttering, as his cock hits you deeper than ever before. You hold onto him, digging your nails deep into his strong shoulders, while he basically pounds you into the floor. You can tell that he's close with the way he's groaning into your neck and he has lost all rhythm.
"I'm so-", he warns you, but the words get caught up in his throat.
Every muscle in his body tenses up for a moment and next thing you know, something warm is spreading inside your pussy. Charles thrusts into you a couple more times, giving you all he's got and filling you up to the brim. You're more than happy to take it and you take the opportunity to just bask in this wonderful sensation of being absolutey and completely full.
The two of you lay there for a long time, until he slides out of you and rolls to the side. One arm is lazily throw around your body and you feel his loving gaze on you.
"That was great.", you somehow manage to breath out, making him chuckle.
"It was.", he answers and traces the bridge of your nose with his finger. "But there's no telling that it worked. We might have to try again."
"Oh no! However shall we survive?", you exclaim, your voice oozing with sarcasm and he shakes his head in amusement.
He stares at you for a long time, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I reckon you'll make an amazing mother.", he then says, making you grin from ear to ear.
"And you'll make an amazing father."
"I really hope so."
"I know so."
