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sillyswriting · 3 months ago

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: ̗̀➛ father johnny 'soap' mactavish - 01

cw : smut, post-pregnancy insecurities, chubby reader

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it was late. too late to even be awake.

but your little one was sick. he had been for a couple of days, and it broke your heart to see such a small body cough so hard. you had even cried a little with him when his fever was high.

you didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much. from the moment he had been placed on your chest, you had loved him. really, it had been from the moment you knew he was carefully resting in your womb, but you had truly felt it once you held him close.

currently, he lay calmly in his crib, the baby monitor quiet on your nightstand. of course, you were not alone. johnny was right beside you, filled with as much worry and anxiety as you. it was hard to see his eight-month-old wee lamb cry this much—not out of hunger or fatigue, but out of pain. it had broken his heart too.

the last year had been hard. between johnny's recovery and your pregnancy, it had been a very stressful time. you were grateful it hadn't triggered a premature birth—that would have been devastating.

now, johnny was much better. his head wound had fully healed, leaving only moments of blanks in his memory, ones you and his team were happy to fill in. of course, he had been discharged from the military permanently. even if he hadn’t, the trauma would have made him quit anyway.

he had stared death in the face, and she had let him go. he wasn’t ready to risk that again—not when he had people to live for, to protect.

you often found him absentmindedly grazing his fingers over his scar, especially during skin-to-skin time with your son. he would speak to him in hushed tones, telling stories about his teammates, calling them uncle simon, uncle kyle, and grandpa john.

your hormones had still been all over the place, and you teared up so fast it caught you off guard. but it had triggered something in johnny, something deep and instinctual. before you knew it, he had pulled you close, settling you against his chest, his warmth enveloping you.

and that’s how you ended up doing skin-to-skin with him, right next to your son—wrapped in the safest place you’d ever known.

as you finally settled down for the night next to your boyfriend, you let out the biggest sigh. you had been warned that the first months were the hardest, but eventually, it would all be worth it. but truly, no one had warned you about the heart-wrenching moments.

gently, you felt johnny's body getting closer to yours, enveloping you in his warmth. normally, it would have made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, even more so when you hadn't been intimate in months. but the mere feel of his hand getting close to your stomach sent panic straight to your brain.

without thinking, you grabbed his wrist, stopping him before he could rest his hand on your stomach. your body reacted before your mind could catch up. your stomach wasn’t the same anymore. stretched, softer, marked with the proof that you had carried life.

you hadn't meant to stop him, but your body reacted on instinct, as if he had hurt you. the look on his face was something you never wanted to see. it almost looked like he was living a betrayal. in his mind, it was one.

how could you ever think he would give any type of shit about a bit of fat? your body had been home to his little boy for nine months, while you still cared for him.

he couldn't care less about stomach rolls and heavy hips. you were still the same person he loved so dearly, and if anything, the fact that you had grown life made him hornier than ever before. you had grown his baby.

without thinking, he pulled you toward him, rolling you onto your back. you started protesting, but he cut them short with a nasty kiss—all teeth and tongue. it had been so long.

his entire body settled over yours, arms braced beside your head to keep from crushing you. you had always loved feeling his weight against you, just as much as he loved feeling yours. but you had changed—a lot. your body didn’t truly feel like yours anymore.

and just as if johnny could read your mind, he gently pushed your sleep shirt up, just enough to uncover your stomach. it was now riddled with stretch marks, little reminders that you were a mother now. and damn if they didn't make johnny hard.

you let out a small whisper of his name, your eyes filling up with tears. you didn’t even know why. johnny had never made a single negative comment about your body—if anything, he seemed to love you no matter what. but your brain liked to play tricks on you, whispering vile names, planting the idea that you were unattractive now.

you were about to try to get up when you felt your boyfriend’s lips on your stomach. they were so gentle, so soft. looking down, you saw he was watching you, his eyes never wandering. and fuck, he looked at you like you were the eighth wonder of the world.

you might as well be.

as he made his way back up, his hands gently pulled your shirt over your head, baring you to him completely. his lips found the tears that had slipped from your eyes, pressing soft kisses against them, as if to erase every doubt clouding your mind. then, he trailed his way to your ear, his breath warm, his voice thick with something deep and unshakable.

"yer the bonniest lass I’ve ever laid eyes on, hen. a few mair kilos’ll never change that, nae chance."

to emphasize his words, he guided your hand down, pressing it firmly against the hard outline straining against his boxers. "feel how you make me, mo ghràidh." it wasn’t a question. it was a fact.

his hand covered yours, holding it against his stomach as if to prove a point. over time, since leaving the army, his body had changed. his once razor-sharp physique had softened under your care—home-cooked meals, lazy mornings where you traced shapes over his skin instead of rushing out of bed, moments where he finally let himself just be. his stomach was rounder now, still firm underneath but cushioned with a layer of comfort. and you loved it. you had told him countless times how much it suited him, how it meant he was here with you, healthy, safe.

"ye can love me fat, but yer brain can't register that i love yers?" johnny asked, his voice gentle but laced with frustration. not with you—never with you—but with the way your own mind had become your worst critic.

you hesitated, teeth pressing into your lip. "it's different," you mumbled, though even you weren’t sure how.

"how come?" he challenged, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. eyes that saw you—not just your body, but everything you were. everything he adored.

when you stayed silent, he smirked. "exactly."

making his way back, he gently rested his head on your bare stomach. "this grew our wee lamb, it was his home for months, keepin’ him safe an’ warm. how could ye ever think I’d hate the body that gave me the most precious thing?"

his words settled deep within you, wrapping around your heart like a warm embrace. you felt the soft brush of his stubble against your stomach as he placed another reverent kiss there, his hands smoothing over your sides, grounding you.

johnny turned his head, pressing his cheek against your belly, his arms wrapping around your waist like he never wanted to let go. your fingers threaded through his short hair, your chest tightening with emotion.

just to be sure you understood, his gaze never left yours as he slid your panties off. slowly, he parted your legs, settling himself between them.

his kisses grew softer as he started on your inner thigh, trailing upward until he reached your clit. it had been so long, and you were so sensitive—every touch sent a shiver through you. but it was the way he watched you, eyes locked onto yours, that made it impossible to focus on anything but the way his lips closed around the bundle of nerves.

he had always been good with his mouth—well, he was good with everything, really. never once had he put himself above you. you had to come before he even thought about himself.

that didn’t mean he wasn’t rutting against the mattress, desperate for some relief as he took his time devouring you.

he wasn’t in a hurry. he had all the time in the world. one hand worked its way inside you, fingers curling just right, while the other rested on your stomach, rubbing and gripping as if he couldn’t get enough of you. he moaned against your clit at the feel of you, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

leaving your stomach, his hand found your breast, his big palm cupping and kneading with a tenderness that sent warmth straight to your core. your nipples had been overly sensitive since the baby, and the slightest stimulation sent a shock through you, triggering your orgasm without warning.

it crashed over you before you could even gasp out his name, your body trembling beneath him.

johnny groaned at the way you pulsed against his tongue, lost in it, slurping hungrily like a man starved. he didn’t waste a single drop, making sure to take everything you gave him, his grip tightening as if he could hold you together through the overwhelming pleasure.

when he had enough of you—well, when you started gripping his hair a little too tight from the overstimulation—he finally let go, settling once again on your soft belly. he pressed gentle kisses there, unable to get enough of you. but he knew it was too much for now, so he made himself comfortable for the night.

"johnny?" you murmured sleepily, still lost in the lingering pleasure, confused as to why he wasn’t fucking you into oblivion. his hard dick was still pressed against your thigh.

"dinnae worry ‘bout little johnny, bonnie," he chuckled softly, kissing your body once more. "just close yer eyes."

you hummed, still dazed, your body melting into the mattress as sleep crept in. but the weight of him, the warmth of him, the undeniable press of his arousal against your thigh—it all made your heart squeeze.

"but—" you mumbled, barely coherent, reaching out to touch his face.

he caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. "shh, ma love. the night was for ye." he whispered, voice thick with something deeper than lust. "just wanted tae remind ye how fuckin’ perfect ye are."

his words settled deep, warmer than any blanket. and as he nuzzled against your stomach, grounding himself in you, you finally let yourself believe it.

little did you know, johnny was already scheming, eager to make your body a home for another one of his wee lambs. the thought of you round with his child again, glowing with the life you created together, had him nearly feral. he could already picture it—your soft curves growing fuller, your hands cradling the swell of your belly, his baby safe and warm inside you. aye, he couldn’t wait.

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