Kyruskumiho27 - Armani🎀

Said I would write for Miguel Ohara but idk what to write. I have a few tropes in mind but which ones do you guys want more. Last poll it was a tie between fluff and smut, so whatever I write will have both included. (Plus I need to find some more motivation lol😋):

It would😞

Me writing about any fixation I have at the moment:🥰🫶🏽💕😍😘😜

Warnings: •fluff (towards the end) •smut •breeding kink •penetration •illusion to multiple rounds

Summary: Miguel finds out you’re pregnant (find out🙄 he got you pregnant!)

Your husband stared you from across the room, licking his lips in deep thought.

You looked so sexy, in that sinful dress that hugged your body in just the right ways, your hair and makeup done just the way you liked it. Just the way he liked it.

And to top it all off, you were holding a baby.

You coo at the child in your arms, smiling down at it as it babbles some nonsense back at you. He knows you’d be a good mother. You’re already a good wife. He can imagine it now.

Your belly swollen and plump, waddling around the house. Fucking perfect.

Your breast full and achy. He knew just how to make them feel better.

It took to long for the party to end. To long for you to say goodbye to friends and family. To long to get out of that house and into the car.

He listen to you talk and gush about everything and anything, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel with so much force. He wanted to stop the car right now and just fuck you in the backseat. Stuff you to the brim.

But that was no way to treat the future mother of his children.

The car was tense when you pulled into the driveway, and if you hadn’t seen the large bulge in your husbands pants you would’ve thought he was pissed.

You saunter into the house, him close behind, watching as he strips everything off. His breath is labored and he feels all sweaty. You’re still in that dress, the one that makes his dick swell up and heart beat faster.

He groans as he pulls you closer, slotting his lips against yours.

You kiss back, just as starved as he is. He situates his hips in between yours, moaning into your mouth when his cock rubs against your clothes sex. Next he leaves open mouth kisses on your jaw, down your neck. He cups your breast through the dress, feeling how hard your nipples are from rubbing against the fabric. Fuck.

“If you don’t take this shit off right now I’m gonna tear it to pieces.” He growls lowly, watching you give him a mischievous smile.

You slowly peel the dress off your body, his eyes watching you in appreciation.

He was so sexy when he got like this.

His dick throbs at the sight of you, so perfect and hot in every way. He palms himself for a moment before he strips down all the way. Your eyes widen, gazing at his cock. You’ve seen it many times before, but you could never get tired of looking.

He’s on you instantly again, hands groping whatever skin he could reach (all of it).

Carrying you to the bedroom, and throwing you on the bed.

His eyes are cloudy with lust. Dick swollen and balls full of cum.

He takes little time to prep you, so desperate to just be inside. He sighs as his cock slips in, biting back a moan when you tug at his hair. He thrust hard, eyes rolling back.

“S’to good” he mutters, burying his face into your neck. Miguel’s panting like an animal in heat, hips moving back and forth wildly.

Your eyes roll back into your head, in disbelief because what the fuck? He has you in a mating press, trying to bully his cock into the deepest parts of you. The tip hits you so perfectly, you can’t help but let out pleasured gasp.

The sound and smell of sex turns him on, the air humid from the exertion.

He’s so close. So. Fucking. Close.

His fingers sip down to your pussy, rubbing in circles on your clit.

He needs to feel you cum.

You whine, his fingers are so thick, and the added pleasure of his dick is making you see stars. You chant his name over and over again as you feel yourself reaching your peak.

He whines to, telling you how sexy you’d look full with his seed. How perfect you and only you are to carry his child. His legacy.

He grips your hips, slamming himself repeatedly into you over and over, head thrown back when your orgasm comes crashing down. His hips stutter once, twice, three times before he’s spilling his load into you. He actually whimpers, squeezing your ass as your cunt squeezes his cock.

He pants into your mouth when you both come down from your highs, still hard cock nestle into your pussy.

“Not done mamas, not by a fucking long shot.”

🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀

Your husband smiles fondly as you sit on the couch. Fuzzy socks on your feet and blanket laying comfortably on top of you.

Your belly bump is getting bigger and bigger by the day.

He’s such a good husband. Readily available and performing whatever task you need him to do.

Can’t cook tonight? Done. Too tired to take a bath? He’ll help bathe you. Just feeling lazy? He’s taking a day off work.

He was so attentive and you were so grateful, taking anything you could get.

And when your baby girl came?

You’d never seem Miguel get more emotional since the day he found out you were pregnant. (And the day you got married). He cops at her, smiling lovingly as she stares up at him with wide eyes.

Life couldn’t be more perfect.

Yippee🥳🎀