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It wasn’t like nobody told Buck how awful his hormones would get during the second trimester. In fact, it was one of the first things Maddie warned him about.
“Think of it as this roller coaster,” she explained over coffee the morning after he told her he was pregnant and needed to know what to prepare himself for. “You go up and up and then suddenly you’re upside down and twirling around before you finally smooth out again. That upside down part? That’s your second trimester, because that’s when your hormones spike. A lot of people I’ve spoken to say it’s the third trimester that’s the worst, because that’s when the baby it’s really growing, but if you ask me, it’s the second trimester. I hated it.”
Buck took the warning to heart, like every other one his sister gave him in regards to pregnancy. After all, she’d been through two, so she knew what she was talking about. Forums online also backed her up, saying it was definitely their most emotional state in all the trimesters they went through.
So, yeah. He knew the second trimester would suck. Most likely turn him into a hormonal mess that cried at everything or tried to start fights with poor Eddie for not getting his snack right (even though Eddie got him exactly what he asked for). All the warning in the world, however, could not prepare him for…this.
Buck is standing in the grocery store, in front of the eggs. He knows which box he needs to choose—certified organic, pasture raised eggs, or else Eddie will not eat them—so it isn’t him trying to decide that keeps him frozen in place. It’s the overwhelming need to fuck that keeps him in place.
He swallows, looking side to side, as though he has a sign stapled to his head that reads HORNY. Logically he knows that since he doesn’t have a penis, nobody can see the proof that he’s turned on, but since he knows due to the wetness he can feel pooling in his underwear, he feels like everyone can.
Buck has a high sexual libido, so it’s not like he’s never been horny before. After all, being horny enough to goad Eddie into fucking him in the bathrooms of a night club is what they expect to have gotten Buck pregnant in the first place. But before he stood in front of the eggs, he wasn’t horny at all. He was just—neutral. Grocery shopping. Now his cunt is pulsing in his pants, clit swelling as it drools and makes a mess of his underwear, and all he’s thinking of is his husband’s cock instead of how he needs to make sure they have enough chicken for dinner tonight.
He thinks of how long it is. The girth. The way there’s a hook to it, which never fails to press into that sweet spot deep inside Buck. He thinks of the way Eddie likes to push the pad of his thumb down on his clit, call it his tiny little dick and just keep it there as if he were cutting off the circulation of an actual penis so it couldn’t cum. He imagines Eddie’s voice, calling him a good boy. Praising him for taking his cock so good, huge, warm hands tweaking at Buck’s puffy nipples. Buck fantasizes about an empty grocery store, his hands plastered on the lip of the shelf in front of him, pants pulled at his ankles. Eddie on his knees behind him, face buried in his cunt from behind. His tongue slipping in deep, curling the way Buck likes, and—
“Excuse me,” a woman says from beside him, pulling Buck from his head. “Are you alright? You’ve been staring at those eggs for like five minutes. I kind of need to get through.”
Buck’s face goes hot, blinking rapidly. He swipes his hand over the curl of his belly and chuckles. “Sorry, I seemed to space out there, didn’t I? Uh…”
Quickly grabbing his carton of eggs, Buck all but throws them in the cart and darts off, making a face of obvious displeasure when he feels the wetness in his underwear squelch as his thighs rub against one another. He bites down on his bottom lip and breathes heavily through his nose, trying not to make any noise as every time his underwear catches on his clit, it sends a deep, longing ache to be filled up his spine.
He makes his way to the meat isle, all but panting as he identifies the product Eddie typically buys and throws it in the cart, speeding through the grocery list in his head as he tries to figure out what he can get away with not buying.
Ultimately, he fails.
Buck gets to the vegetable section, spots all the cucumbers and eggplant he needs to make vegetarian dishes for himself, and feels his body go so hot he almost collapses then and there—the phallic shapes slowly phasing into honest to god vision of Eddie’s cock behind his eyelids.
He heads to the self check out line, clumsily bags all his items, and is out before the kind lady at the front door can coo over the bump on his belly that’s growing bigger by the day. The ride home is also clumsy, making him wince when he eats a curb, but he manages to make it home within 15 minutes.
15 minutes too late, he thinks, shoving everything into its tightly spot and heading to his and Eddie’s bedroom. His skin is itching, his fingers twitching with the need to touch himself, and his mouth is going dry as he tries to remember where he stored the dildo of Eddie’s cock they had made for him when Eddie was in El Paso. He finds it in a fake drawer, along with some other sex toys they haven’t used in a while.
Buck licks his lips when he gets it in his hands—heavy, not warm like Eddie’s actual cock, but better than any other sex toy he’s ever used. He tosses it on the bed and peels his clothes off quickly until he’s naked, clambering onto his hands and knees, letting his hips hang low so he can drag his clit across the soft fabric of their quilt.
He lays on his back on Eddie’s side of the bed, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent that lingers on his pillow case. He grabs the dildo and spreads his legs open, shivering as he guides it so the fat, mushroom head presses against his clit. It slides along his cunt like a knife going through warm butter—his cunt leaking so much, he’s sure he’ll have a large stain to clean up later.
Whining, Buck uses his free hand to reach up and tweak one of his swollen nipples, hissing as it shoots a tingling sensation straight to his clit. His belly is still small, but he runs his hand over the expanse of it, shivering in delight as he thinks of how Eddie managed to knock him up.
He plays with himself like that for a moment, the heated skin of his body cooling off slightly as he edges himself. He smacks the dildo against his pussy a few times, making his back arch in need as soft moans fall from his lips, joining the wet smacking sound that echoes in the quiet room. His free hand makes its way to his vagina, and he flicks his clit, the flat bed of his nail catching on it and making him cry out louder than before.
“Eddie,” he whispers, the name wonderful on his tongue. He bites his bottom lip and rolls his hips forward, his wetness dripping along the dildo. He could stretch himself—probably should—but the coolness is starting to rise again, his temperature spiking as his hole clenches around nothing.
Wanting to feel his husband as deep as possible, even when he isn’t here, he throws his legs over the bed and brings him and his dildo to the bathroom, where he thanks God it’s a Friday, his husband will be home soon since he’s only working a 12, and Chris has a slumber party so they have over 24 hours to do whatever they want without the curious eye of their teenager. He also thanks God Eddie shelled out and got him the silicone base, meaning Buck could suction it at waist length to the shower wall.
He turns the shower on, shivering when the cold water touches his skin before it slowly adapts to become lukewarm. He spits in his hand and then jerks the dildo, even though it’s already plenty prepared thanks to the wetness of his cunt, and then turns around, moaning openly as his muscles unwind at the water cascading down his back.
Tilting forward, Buck presses one hand against the wall, the other curling under his small baby bump, and he uses pure feeling to get his hole positioned at the head of the dildo. He shivers, rotating his hips, letting out a little squeak when one of his pussy lips spreads open thanks to catching on it at the proper angle. Letting out a deep breath, he shuts his eyes, pictures Eddie’s calloused hands on his hips, and sinks.
He’s a bit tight thanks to Eddie’s large size and improper, impatient prep—but he still slides down easily, his lower stomach warming as his cunt is filled with a replica of his husband. Buck’s face goes slack, mouth parting, eyebrows curling up in pleasure. He’s tight around the dildo, can feel his own ridges as they catch on the toy, but the stretch is so beautiful, scratching that itch that seemed to burn alive inside him.
“Fuck,” Buck whimpers, dropping his head and pulsing around the toy.
He pulls his hips forward, all the way to the tip, and then sinks down even slower—causing him to let out a high-pitched whine that pierces his empty home. He imagines Eddie’s mouth in the crook of his neck, mouthing kisses along the expanse of skin, whispering.
Such a good boy, he’d say to him, voice husky. Taking this cock like you were made for it.
Buck’s thighs shake as he lifts himself up and down the dildo, panting heavily as his clit jumps, aching to be played with.
You were made for it though, weren’t you? My own personal cock slut, letting me carve out a home to bury myself in.
Buck whimpers, smoothing over his bump and tweaking one of his nipples.
I can’t wait for your milk to kick in, (imaginary) Eddie groans, and Buck swears he can feel the dildo pulse the same way Eddie does when they have sex. See your tits get all heavy. You’re gonna let me nurse you, right Mommy?
“Yes,” Buck pleads into the air, picking up speed. His eyes are twitching, the sight of the ceiling catching in his vision as he bounces himself forward and back, his cunt drooling so much it leaks in a long drip, clinging in the water pooled at his feet. “Yesyesyesyes, please, harder.”
You know what to do when you want something, baby—take it. Take my cock, sweetie.
Buck deepens the tilt on his hips, pressing both hands flat against the wall in front of him. He pierces himself completely on the dildo, gyrating his hips, before smacking himself up and down slower this time; taking in the rough stretch as the tip pokes at his inner depths, threatening to beat against his swollen uterus.
You want it badly, don’t you? So bad I bet you’ll be able to finish untouched for me.
“N-No,” Buck whimpers, but he keeps his hands plastered to the wall, forcing the dildo in and out of him, his fantasies blurrying his visions. At this point, he swears he can feel the vein that he knows swells on the side of Eddie’s cock, the heavy hand he normally keeps on his hip when taking him in this position, an arm cradling the underneath of his belly.
You can do it, mommy, c’mon. Cum for me.
Buck lets out a deep groan as he buries himself to the hilt of the dildo, his legs shaking as his cunt tightens and creams on it. His eyes twitch, droplets of water in the corner of his vision. He lets his mouth drop open, a mix between a whimper and a moan spilling out.
“Fuck,” he whispers to himself, staying sat on the dildo before the wave subdues. His cunt feels numb, as do his legs, as he pulls himself gingerly off the dildo, shivering when it recoils and smacks against his ass when free.
It takes all of five minutes catching his breath before he can turn around and lean against the shower wall, staring directly at the dildo attached to the opposite one.
He yanks it off, bright red as he thinks of what he’s done, and turns the water off—ignoring he’ll need to just get back in after putting his dildo away. Whatever.
Buck heads to the kitchen bare, dildo in his hand, so he can double check his phone to make sure he didn’t miss any important calls or texts while pleasuring himself. He clicks on Eddie’s first, only to feel his grip on the dildo tighten when it’s a photo of him at a call—completely covered in soot. He’s seen Eddie like this plenty of times before: skin slick with sweat, accentuating the swell of his biceps and line of his jaw, the dirt somehow making him even more attractive than if he were properly clean. And it’s not like Eddie captioned the text with anything crazy. He just said the dirt out here’s missing you. And yet…
Buck swallows, feeling his heart rate rise once again as his pussy pulses, ready for another round.
And yet.
Before Buck can think twice about it, he’s hightailing it to the bedroom with his phone, where he readies himself for an impromptu photoshoot. He lays on his back, spreads his legs, and takes a shot of the dildo spreading his wet folds open, the angle perfect so it catches the expanse of his torso and the swell of his chest. He sends it to Eddie without thinking twice, needier than he’s felt in ages: I hope it’s not just the landscape that misses me.
Buck keeps the phone propped up on his torso, smiling as he watches the delivered notification turn to a read notification. It’s like that for a beat, before the bubbles start and Eddie begins spamming his phone:
BUCK
BUCK HEN ALMOST SAW THAT
WHAT THE FUCK
Are you okay
Actually am I okay
holyshit
I think i need
to drinksomewate r
Im home in thrity
Buck texts back: make it twenty? already came once who knows if i’ll be awake when you get home
COMING
Literally
loev u
Buck locks the phone, tossing it off to the side, humming to himself. Now how can he make this more interesting?
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Buck makes it more interesting by finding the old lace panties he wore for Eddie on one of their anniversaries.
Pregnancy has made him gain weight (obviously) in the hips, so it’s a bit tight, but it fits. It’s smooth to the touch, the red contrasting nicely with the tan he has, and since it’s a bit small, it cuts into the flesh of his ass; the extra skin puffing out along the edges in a way he knows will drive Eddie mad. There’s a matching bralette he tries to struggle into, but the hooks snap when it stretches too far across his skin.
Oh well.
He tops off the panties by rustling his hair to make it look post-sleep the way Eddie likes it, and then sweeps his glossy chapstick over his lips, before getting comfortable on the bed. He decides to lay down on his belly, ankles crossed in the air behind him, and keep the dildo in his hands in front of him, eyes resting on the bedroom door.
This part is always a bit boring—waiting for Eddie to come home to his surprise. He rests his cheek against the bed, eyelashes almost fluttering shut against the fantasies of what Eddie will do when he finds him, only to slam back into reality when he hears the slam of Eddie’s door outside the house. Grinning to himself, Buck stretches himself out like a cat; waving his ass side to side in the air. He listens to Eddie’s house key turn the lock, the call of “babe?” before his feet hit the floor in a hurry to come to the bedroom.
When Eddie steps in, bag falling off his shoulder almost comedically, Buck can’t help but give a mimic of a purr: “Took you long enough.”
“Jesus,” Eddie swears, taking a step forward, eyes soaking in the sight of Buck on the bed.
Buck turns over, pregnant belly up towards the ceiling, arms stretching out and legs spreading open in the opposite direction. “Name’s Buck,” he teases, winking. “Waiting for my husband to come home so he can help me get off.”
Eddie toes off his shoes, eyes never leaving Buck’s form. Buck swing back over onto his belly and gets on all fours when Eddie approaches the end of the bed, licking his lips and reaching out to grip Eddie’s belt buckle, giving it a good yank, his mouth hovering over the metallic.
“You haven’t seen him, have you?” Buck questions, batting his eyelashes as he swiftly undoes the buckle, hands making quick work so he can unbutton and reach into the opening of Eddie’s briefs, pulling his chubby cock out. “You see, I’m pregnant, and well—horny seems to be a symptom I wasn’t counting on.”
Eddie hisses when Buck lets his tongue fall from his mouth, never breaking eye contact as he gives small kitten licks to the head of his cock. His hand finds itself in Buck’s hair, gripping it firmly as Buck opens his mouth and sucks the first couple inches in, tongue twirling.
“Can’t say I’ve seen him,” Eddie plays along, smirking as his eyes go even darker. “But it seems like you could use some help, so I’ll take care of you for him, don’t worry.”
Buck moans, the sound vibrating around the length of Eddie’s cock when he thrusts his hips forward, Buck’s throat opening easily so it can make way. Suctioning his cheeks, Buck bobs his head up and down, gently and carefully skidding the tips of his front teeth against the soft skin of Eddie’s cock the way he knows his husband likes it.
“How long have you been like this?” Eddie questions, knowing he won’t get a reply, the veins in his forearms swelling as he holds onto Buck’s head. “All pliant and needy. Waiting for me to come help?”
Buck pulls off his cock, smirking with hazy, heart filled eyes as he jerks his wrist up and down, hand covered in saliva. “No clue,” he admits. “I was standing in the middle of the grocery store, and eggplants started to look a little too tasty, if you know what I’m saying.”
Eddie huffs, groaning a little when Buck squeezes and twists his wrist before letting up, dragging his wet palm up in a pumping motion. “Would’ve been interesting to get an eggplant in here,” Eddie jokes.
Buck hums, leaning down to mouth along his length, almost giggling at Eddie’s words, his chest light and eager to be so close with the man he loves. “What, you having performance issues I don’t know about? Or am I just not good enough since I’m pregnant now?”
It’s bitchy, bratty thing to say—which is exactly why Buck says it. Eddie yanks his head and he laughs, Adam’s apple bobbing along the expanse of his throat as his husband falls directly into his trap. He happily allows Eddie to force him onto the bed, legs dropping open submissively when Eddie’s large hands grasp onto his plush thighs and force them open, ripping his panties open—keeping the threadbare fabric hanging from his hips.
Eddie spits directly onto his heated cunt, Buck’s belly jumping as he squeals.
“I’ll show you performance issues,” Eddie hisses.
“Don’t sound very convincing,” Buck says, brain floaty and hard-wired to do nothing but play for the moment. Eddie slaps his cock against his wet pussy, thrusting it up between the folds and making him lick his lips in anticipation. “You sure you can even make me cum? Or is that big guy between your legs all for show?”
Buck gasps when Eddie yanks on his hair, leaning down to whisper in his ear.
“I don’t typically bully mothers,” he huskily whispers. “But it seems like you’re asking for this.”
Buck lets out a low and needy moan when Eddie grasps his cock and sinks into him, eyes rolling back. It presses to the hilt in a consistent motion, no choppy thrusts just the way he likes it. “Oh, yes,” Buck breathes, the walls of his cunt pulsing like a heartbeat around his husband’s cock. “Fuck.”
“Not so mouthy when you get what you want,” Eddie chuckles, leaning down to press their lips together before he gets more comfortable, his abdomen flexing as his hands hold him up in a half plank, Buck mewling and wrapping a loose hand around one of Eddie’s wrist. “Why can’t you ever make it easy, mi vida?”
“God forbid a guy has a little fun,” Buck pouts, looking up at Eddie with glossy eyes. “My pussy is literally aching, Eds. I’m pretty sure I soaked through my damn clothes from how wet I was picturing you eating me out in the middle of the damn grocery store. So excuse me if I want to enjoy my food before I eat it.”
Eddie rolls his hips experimentally, eyes fluttering in two rapid blinks as the silky walls of his husband embrace his cock. It hasn’t been long since they’ve done this—whoever tells you men don’t get any when their partner pregnant has to either be lying or just bad in bed—but it’s always different when they join together after being apart during a shift. It’s like there’s this invisible tether that links them together, and if they drift too far, it begins slicing at the soft tissue of their heart.
“You’re lucky I missed you today,” Eddie whispers, nipping at Buck’s nose and smiling when he wrinkles it. “And that I already popped one in you, or else I’d be smacking that cute ass of yours until the skin breaks.”
A hungry rumble sounds through Buck’s chest, his hands dancing along Eddie’s torso, making sure his eyes are half-lid as he asks: “Who says you can’t do that for me now?”
“Mommy doesn’t get spankings,” Eddie insists, kissing Buck again softly. “At least not till the kids out.”
“Mmm…” Buck leans up, dragging his tongue along Eddie’s jawline. “I love it when you call me that.”
“Mommy?” Eddie asks, grinning with all teeth when Buck rolls his hips forwards, silently begging him to fuck him. “You really do like that, huh? Does it remind me of how good I did at fucking you? How much cum I filled you up with?”
“Stop teasing,” Buck whines, high and pitched as he jerks his hips forward, clit messy and hoping to catch on Eddie’s pelvic bone. “Either fuck me or I’ll do it myself.”
“Like you could do it better than me,” Eddie tests.
Buck looks him dead in the eye and smirks. “Last I checked, I already did.”
Eddie pulls out and pushes in hard, white sparks exploding behind Buck’s eyelids. He rotates his hips, causing Buck to melt into the bed with a moan, and then adjusts himself so he’s on his knees—Buck’s legs wide open and hooked around Eddie’s thighs, chest tilted up to the ceiling, his puffy nipples on display.
“Let’s just see if I can compare then, mommy.”
Buck eagerly reaches up and digs the nubs of his fingers into Eddie’s shoulders, twitching in pleasure when Eddie begins to properly fuck him. A heated warmth builds in his lower belly, pussy gripping and letting go in all the right movements to make Eddie hiss every once in a while. His chest bounces up and down, nipples sharp enough to cut stone, Eddie’s eyes hooked on them as they pick up speed.
“You’re fucking stunning,” Eddie cusses under his breath. “So gorgeous like this—I wanna keep you like this forever, full of my kids.”
“You should start by—” Buck moans softly, drool gather in the corners of his mouth when Eddie’s thumb finds his clit and begins to work it, rolling it in circles, the pressure getting harsh before easing back and then going back to harsh. “By cumming in me."
“Yeah?” Eddie goads. “Want me to cum in this sweet pussy again? See if I can manage to knock you up with one already in?”
Buck groans, hands slapping onto the sheets and gripping them tightly as his cunt tightens again, so tight he feels like his skin is going to shred itself around Eddie. “Yes,” he grits through his teeth, jerking his hips so his pelvic bone smashes into Eddie’s with a slick slap that echoes in the room. “Just—fuck me like you mean it, Eds.”
Deciding to give in to Buck’s desires, Eddie’s hands find the underneath of Buck’s thighs, groping the flesh that spills between his fingers. Buck’s being taking mommy yoga since he got pregnant, insisting it’ll help his body stay pliant and ready so the baby slips out like butter when they come—and Eddie’s never been more thankful for it than now, when Buck’s belly has begun to swell. He opens up Buck’s hips and presses his thighs down, perfectly cradling his baby bump to keep it safe while also spreading open his pussy so Eddie can directly pump himself inside.
Buck mewls again, his plump pink lips wet, tossing his head back against the bed underneath him as he relaxes like melted gold underneath Eddie’s fingertips. He lets out a steady stream of moaning when Eddie starts to fuck into him like that, eyelids twitching as his pussy hungrily eats the length it’s being fed. “You’re so—so deep, Eds,” he moans, a thousand needles pinching against his skin as the pleasure takes over and leaves him brain dead. “Fuccck.”
Eddie slams into him over and over, Buck’s hips easily guided under his hands, his ass bouncing with the rhythm. He grunts, building up a sweat as his cock bullies its way in and out him, his head practically banging against the wall of his uterus. He finds himself lost in the intimacy, mind swimming as his eyes catch on all the tiny details that make him adore sex with Buck—his fluttering eyelids, the way his pink lips hang open, the blush over the thickness of his chest.
“So gorgeous,” Eddie pants, keeping his body taut as he forces his weight down to bury his cock inside of his husband. “Fuckin’ beautiful like this, baby. So t-tight and warm.”
Buck’s pussy is leaking all around him, muscles flexing as his engorged clit jumps. He’s letting out tiny uh-uh-uh as Eddie fucks him, completely lost in his own pleasure.
Eddie keeps up like that for a while, mouthing how beautiful his husband is, before taking one hand off of Buck’s thighs so he can play with his clit. Buck jumps, eyes wide as he lets out a moan that bubbles inside the entire house, popping against the walls. He looks down where their bodys meet, watching as Eddie’s cock jackhammers inside of him, disappearing occasionally behind the sight of Eddie’s knuckles squeezing his clit as though it were a tiny cock.
“E-Eds,” Buck begs, completely heated and tightening up. “Gonna cum—gonna—”
Eddie buries himself to the hilt when Buck cries out, pressing his head back into the pillows behind him, pussy baring down on him like a boa constructor. Wetness purts from his cunt in a small gush, completely soaking Eddie’s crotch, his pubic hair matting to his skin. Eddie moans low in his throat, cock throbbing once, twice, before spilling deep inside his husband.
As he pumps the hot load into Buck, he curls over his body and hugs him: Buck immediately tightening his shaking legs around his torso along with his arms, a small little hiccup on his lips from the overstimulation of them being so close.
“I love you,” Eddie whispers, pushing his lips to the slick skin of Buck’s neck. “Love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
FIN.