Archive of Our Own

Frankie can feel his mind start to wake up, though he refuses to open his eyes just yet.  His ears start to pick up on the sounds of the morning – the birds chirping, a lawnmower in the distance, and the other usual sounds of people just beginning their day.  

As he’s been doing every day since you showed him those two little pink lines, the hand that always finds its way to your stomach smooths back and forth over the area.  The baby books you two have been reading indicated that most women start showing in the second trimester so he recently can’t help but constantly feel for any sign that there’s finally a bump.  There’s been equal excitement from you, too, at not being able to wait until you can actually see your body start showing the pregnancy.

Frankie grins tiredly at what he feels.  Nuzzling your neck, he then leaves a soft kiss left on your nape, followed by another one a little higher up, “Girasol…” he quietly speaks.

Barely awake, you hum, “Hmm?”

“Baby, we have some height,” the sexy rasp of his morning voice whispers against your ear.

You know exactly what he’s referring to and a smile takes over your face. Eyes opening, quickly waking up at the news, you lean into him, turning onto your back.  The two of you share a smile before you push the blankets down and lift the hem of his t-shirt you have on, exposing the sight of his large hand covering almost the entirety of your stomach.  Your stomach that now has a more visible bump to it.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, tears pricking your eyes.  Frankie’s hand tenderly smooths over it once more before slowly sliding down to your thigh so you can see the sight of your growing body.  Your hand curves over it, admiring the sight.

“Frankie,” you quietly exclaim with a little wiggle that makes him chuckle, “That’s our baby,” you look to him, your smile so bright.  Frankie’s eyes glisten, emotional at the sight of his beautiful wife pregnant with the child you two made out of the love you have for one another. Pushing up on his arm, he leans over and kisses you, “I love you so damn much,” he mumbles against your lips. When he pulls away, he slides down a bit to kiss your bump, “You too, little one.”  As he says a few words of love to his unborn child, you brush your hand through his hair several times, unable to wipe the smile off your face.  

“Fuck, look at you,” he grins, cupping the bottom of your small bump as he looks to you, “You’re so beautiful, honey.”  You giggle at his words as you wipe at a stray tear from your pure joy at it all.   Frankie leaves one more kiss to your bump before laying on his stomach next to you, hand fitting to your cheek as you turn to look at him.  

“It seems more real now,” you grin, caressing your belly, “You know?  Actually, seeing that I have Baby Morales in there aside from just the sonograms,” you give his chin a playful scratch as he smiles.  

He nods, “I know what you mean,” and you both watch as he again caresses your swollen tummy, hand brushing yours, “I can’t get enough of it,” looking at you, “You have our little girl or little boy in there, Girasol. Our kid,” he smiles.  The two of you are teary as you think of how exciting this new chapter in your lives is going to be.

Frankie leans into you, his lips fitting perfectly with yours.  His nose nestled next to yours as he gives you several soft kisses in succession. The scratch of his mustache and facial hair a comfort in itself as he kisses your lips swollen.  

Rolling onto your side, Frankie accommodates you by doing the same.  Your arm hooks under his and you use his body as leverage to pull yourself up against his chest, one of your legs slipping between his as you smile into the kiss.  

“You knocked me up, Francisco,” you whisper against his cupid’s bow, “Have me carrying your child,” your hand slides up his bare chest and along his collarbone.  The scrape of his jaw moves along your chin and to your neck, his soft lips leaving kiss after kiss.

A mumbled, “I know what you’re doing, Girasol.”

There’s a sound of a smile in your voice as he nips the skin under your jaw, “Is that a statement or a complaint?”

He lifts his head and you meet his eyes as he runs a hand over the curve of your ass, “Statement,” he grins.

Frankie’s breeding kink was something new to the both of you.  When you two had decided to start trying for a baby, that very night as you lay naked on the bed as your equally naked husband started to move over you, you had smiled at him and said, “Put a baby in me, Frankie.”  The way his eyes darkened at that had tipped you off and you had went with it to see if you were right.  You were.

The leg you had slipped between his, now moves to drape over his hip, “Mmm, good.  Because I want to know if seeing me start to show has any kind of effect on you.  Does it?  Knowing you fucked me so good that you impregnated me, and now everyone will know when they see me round with your baby?”

You hear his growl just as you feel his hips press against yours.  The thickness between his legs pressing to your clothed heat.  

“Of course, it does,” he groans at your words, “I love you being all mine, hermosa. Love knowing that it’s only me that gets to fuck you until you’re pregnant,” his hand skimming your bump again before dipping between your legs and running a fingertip along the crotch of your panties.

The next kiss he gives you has his tongue slipping between your welcoming lips, “All that cum I fill you with, all of it that your pretty pussy takes from me, and now we have a child from it.  I’ll give you as many as you want, Girasol.”  

Hooking your leg to press against his ass, you grind your cunt against his hard-on, “God, fuck me, Frankie, please.”  

Between sloppy kisses, he hurriedly pushes at his boxers as you help him, until you feel his cock brush your wrist.  As you yank aside the crotch of your panties, Frankie guides himself to your sweet pussy, pushing in before grabbing your ass to help steady you as he fucks up into you.

“That’s it, baby,” you praise, forehead pressed to his, “Oh fuck, that’s it,” you moan. His other arm slips more underneath you until he has you wrapped in his hold.  You grip the back of his head as he uses his strong thighs to fuck you as hard as he can in this position.  

“You’re going to take it all, honey, right?  Already pregnant and you still want every drop,” he pants, kissing you rushed and sloppy.

Pressing your forehead to his, you nod against him, “Yes, baby. Give me so much that you’re dripping out of me.”

“Fuck,” he crushes his mouth to yours.  

The movement of your bodies shifts the sheets and blankets more to the foot of the bed.  With that, you push at his shoulder and throw your weight towards him until he’s flat on his back, with you on top, his length still stretching you.  The hem of his shirt curls in your hold as you reach down and pull the t-shirt up, tossing it to the floor.  Both of you whimper when you slowly lift off of him in order to shift around until you pull your panties completely off.  Gripping his hard length, you then lower back onto him, hands braced on his chest.  

Those military hands of his, slightly calloused that give you delightful shivers, caress up your arms until they’re tenderly taking hold of your face and pulling you down as he lifts his head to meet you.  It’s for a passionate kiss that has you clenching around him.  

“Girasol, baby, let me see all of you,” he gently requests between moans.  Smirking, you lean back with your palms on his knees, rolling your hips as your husband’s eyes take in every part of you.

His hands, so much larger than your own, graze along your hips and up your sides until he squeezes your growing breasts.  They continue to move until he’s cradling your bump, “Shit, I love you like this. I love seeing you pregnant, mi alma,” his thumb brushes along your navel before looking up at you.  

The movement of your hips slow as you sit up and lay your hands over his, holding them to your belly, “Frankie, I love you so much. Con todo mi corazón.” (with all of my heart).

Frankie sits up, coming face to face with you where your quick to take his face in your hands. The grin on his face has you feeling the dip of his dimple against your palm.  He kisses the tip of your nose, “You’re my whole world, Girasol.”

Those slightly rough palms of his cover your back as he smooths them up your spine while you two share a loving kiss.  He chases you for another when you pull away faster than he wanted, making you smile against his lips.  He lays back down, eyes never leaving yours as you brace against his knees again.

“Baby, rub my clit,” you breathily request.  Your husband happily obeys, licking the tip of this thumb before expertly finding that nub he loves so much.

“Yes, oh my god,” you lean your head back with a moan.  

Absolutely enamored with you, Frankie doesn’t take his eyes off of you.  His eyes linger on the slender curve of your neck as your body reacts to the impending pleasure, they coast down to your gorgeous chest with a new fullness from the pregnancy, and down to the bump that brings out this new primal side of him.  

As soon as you lift your head back up, his eyes move back to your gaze.  “Frankie, you feel so fucking good,” you gasp with a moan.  He rubs faster between your legs and that’s what you needed.  Your eyes locked on his as your brows furrow slightly, mouth falling open with a pleasurable cry as your body trembles and your pussy hugs his cock.  He’s quick to sit up again, wrapping his other arm around you as he keeps playing your clit as you ride out your orgasm.  Gripping his arms, your body continues to quiver in waves of ecstasy as he feels you fluttering around him.  

“Fuck, baby,” you gasp, leaning forward into his hold as your body finally calms down.  The brush of his facial hair moves along your shoulder as he leaves several kisses, his hand rubbing your back.  The brush of your bump against his stomach has his heart thudding with that animalistic thrill of breeding you.

“There’s something about watching you cum while you’re already pregnant, querida,” he shares against your skin as his kisses move to your neck.  Massaging his nape, you reveal, “I thought you’d like that.”

You can feel his grin against your jaw, “Know me so well.”   Lifting your head, you nibble his earlobe before sucking it lightly then kiss that bare patch of his scruff, “Take what you need from me, baby,” you say into the corner of his lips before kissing him there.  You know he hasn’t cum yet.  Frankie sweetly brushes the tip of his nose against yours before kissing you fully.  

“Want you to cum with me.  You have another one for me, yeah?” he asks.  You brush your fingers through his curls, then wind one around your index finger, “I have so many for you, handsome.  These pregnancy hormones are something else.”  

Chuckling, he nips your bottom lip playfully, “Haven’t noticed a difference yet from your usual insatiable self.”  As you giggle at his response, he’s strengthening his hold around your back as he carefully shifts to his knees and gently lays you down.  

“Well, you’ll see the difference in the upcoming weeks, because I already feel like I could go all day,” you purposefully squeeze your walls to cinch his cock.  Frankie’s chin drops to his chest in the deep pleasure of it, “God damn,” he groans.  

“Maybe we should ditch Will’s barbeque later,” you kiss his cheek, dotting more along a trail to his lips. Frankie keeps his weight on his forearms near your shoulders so he doesn’t put weight on the baby.  He hits you with a singular deep thrust, “I think you’re right.”  

Your knees fall open as you gasp, “Fuck – yeah? Up for the challenge of a horny, pregnant wife?”

Another hard thrust that has you bracing a hand against the headboard as your breasts bounce and your head pushes into the pillow with a strangled moan.  He kisses your exposed throat, “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

He feels your calves against the top of his ass as you wrap your legs around him.  You slip your other hand into his hair and give a small pull making him groan, “What do you promise to do to me?”

Two more punches of his cock, “Sweetheart, I’m going to go down on you until you’re dripping down my chin.”

“Please, baby,” you beg with lust and need.  

You give his scalp some scratches as he leans down to kiss you.  Finally, he starts a rhythm of fucking into you, all as he keeps talking, “I’m going to fuck you in front of the mirror.  Want you to watch your beautiful new body as I pull an orgasm out of you.”  

The tips of your nails curl against the wooden headboard as your toes also curl from the way his cock brushes inside of you with every drive of his hips against yours, “Yes, Frankie, keep talking,” you whine with pleasure.   He speaks with the same fervor as he fucks into you.

“Oh, Girasol, I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. Want your slick coating my cock and tears in your eyes from how fucking good you feel.”

“Frankie, yes, baby,” your body humming at his filthy words, “I want all of that.  And what about my tits? You want them, too?”  As you feel his arm hook under your lower back to tilt your hips up, you grip onto the broad expanse of his shoulders.

Words melt on your tongue as the new angle devastates you in the best way.  Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he breathlessly responds while pounding into you, “Gonna taste them, amor.  Run my tongue all over before wrapping my mouth around them.  Oh, fuck, baby,” he moans and you can tell he’s as close as you are.

Soon enough, he’s emptying into you as you soak his cock a second time.  You press your nose against his jaw, praising him against his skin between your own moans.  After capturing your mouth in a satisfying kiss, he’s leaning to the side and dropping onto his back, pulling you with him.  Laying on your side, hand on his heaving chest, you kiss his pectoral. Frankie lifts his arm to bury his fingers in your hair, cupping the back of your head to pull you down for another kiss. Your kiss then leads to a line of them along his jaw.  

Shifting onto your back, you reach your hand up to stay on his jaw, thumb caressing his chin.  With an arm around you, Frankie covers your bump with his hand.  When you feel him kiss your head, you smile to yourself as you smooth your other hand along his forearm.  You slide your hand down to his, running a fingertip along the back of his fingers and tracing the veins of the back of his hand.  

You feel his other hand gently take yours from his face and then his lips press a few soft kisses to your palm.  He leaves more to each of your fingertips.

“I can’t wait to see you as a dad,” you grin and lean your head back to look at him.  Frankie’s lopsided grin has your heart fluttering. The hand at your stomach moves to instead take a tender hold of your chin as he moves his head enough to kiss you on the lips.  

“Yeah? Well, I’m equally as excited to see you holding our baby as I am to meet them.  Watching you be a mom is going to be so incredible, honey.  I honestly can’t wait,” he sweetly brushes this thumb along your chin as he looks into your eyes.

That admission has you turning and moving to your knees in order to lean over him giving him a hearty, loving kiss.  Those strong arms of his wrap around you as you lean a forearm on his chest, his tongue licking inside your mouth as your lips move with his.  When the kisses leave you two breathless, he curls onto his side, hugging your legs as he comes face to face with your bump.  

“Those hormones have your sex drive high? Every time I see this now, I just want to take you,” he looks up at you, “Yet I also want to cuddle you because I know our little one’s in there,” he looks so torn that you can’t help but laugh.  A brush of his hair off his forehead, “I’m loving these new kinks you have, baby.  And you can always do both – fuck me, then cuddle me.”  

Frankie presses a few light kisses to your belly, being gentler than needed which is so cute.  Looking to you, “Very true.  You ready to go again?”  

An excited nod has him laughing and you playfully defending yourself, “I told you to be prepared, did I not?”  

He laughs harder, “You did, baby, you did.  Now, lay back and spread these legs for me.”

You lean back on your hands and start shuffling backwards on the bed to give him more room to stretch out, the humored grin on your face from Frankie’s laughter.

As soon as you lay back, you feel the bed shifting and then his handsome face comes into view as he crawls over you, “Hey,” he says with a chuckle, knowing you weren’t expecting him like this.

Giggling, “Hey,” hands smoothing up against his chest.  

“Before you fuck my brains right out today, I wanted to ask if you wanted to go check out paint colors tomorrow for the nursery.”

But it’s the ‘fuck my brains right out’ that has you instantly erupting in laughter making him struggle to get the rest of his question out between his own stifled laughter. All you can manage to do is nod between laughing so hard you have tears in your eyes.  Frankie’s laughing with you, “What am I going to do with you, huh?” he lays on his side in order to pull you against his chest.  He presses kiss after kiss around your face between his own chuckles, until you’re finally able to speak again.  

“You’re my absolute favorite person,” you laugh softly as you cup his cheek, “And yes, I definitely want to do that tomorrow.”  

Those beautifully deep brown eyes of his take in the features of your face as a warm grin sits on his own. And when they finally meet your own, “Querida, it’s just so damn easy to love you.”