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Christmas Miracle!

Husband! Scaramouche x Pregnant! Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: unprotected sex, explicit language, pregnancy/lactation kink, slight degradation/praise, and just mainly smut with fluff 💜

A/N: Merry Christmas!!! This is shit but hope you enjoy a little! ;)

Scaramouche scoffed lightly looking over the glittering Christmas decorations that filled your shared living room. The tree was decorated with cute figures of Santa, reindeer, pictures of the two of you, and a cute little picture hanging near the top of the tree, a small shape barely visible from the black and white picturing in the sonogram image.

“Scara, it’s Christmas, loosen up a little.” Your husband only snickered in reply, his body turning towards the sound of your voice, his indigo eyes darting down to the disgustingly sweet plate of cookies in your hand. “A holiday, celebrating some fat man with a beard. Is this really how you were raised?” You rolled your eyes a little, shaking your head as you approached him. “That’s not all the holiday is, you know that.”

He huffed quietly, his eyes softening a bit once his hands instinctively found your swollen stomach when you approached. “Tsk, whatever… how are you holding up?” His cheeks dusted faintly in pink, caressing your stomach while you munched away at your cookies. “Mmm, the cravings are like, fucking awful, but other than the backaches and constant arousal, pretty good!”

Scaramouche perked up slightly when he heard the last bit of your complaint. He couldn’t help but feel a warmth blossom in his stomach, his eyes darkening. “Hmph, can’t even control your hormones, huh? Sounds like a sorry attempt at trying to seduce me.” The edges of his lips curled slightly, giving you a dangerous look while your mouth continued to be stuffed with cookies.

“Mmm! Mo ‘m serous!” A smile quirked to Scaramouche’s lips, his expression softening watching you clear your throat and swallow down your cookies. “I was watching my show yesterday and just the love around the couple…” Your voice trailed off, voice starting to crack. The now empty plate rested against your stomach, your hand coming to your teary eyes. “I-it was so beautiful a-and it reminded me of us! A-And I then I got horny t-thinking about you being a father! A-And our familyyyy! Uwah!”

Scaramouche cringed when your face turned into a sobbing mess. “H-Hey. Don’t cry. You’re ugly when you cry.” His smooth and warm hands wiped your tears, his eyes awkwardly averting at the situation. Your cries soon died down and you laid with your husband snuggled against the couch. “Tsk, you done now brat?” He smirked and kissed your head. “Your hormones are quite the nuisance. Can’t wait til the little shit is out…”

“Awe, are you excited?” You looked up to him knowingly, your smile evident. He only scoffed. “Of course not. I don’t like children.” You only rolled your eyes, he could lie all he wanted, the truth was always in his expressions. Your cheeks flushed, heat building between your legs. Your thighs rubbed together, your eyes casting down to the way his hand laid protectively against your belly. “Uhm… hey… Scara?”

“Mhm?” He hummed in response, his head leaning back against the couch, his eyes closing. “There’s a present I would like to open early.” Your husband opened one of his eyes, sparing you a glance questioningly. You took a small breath, moving slightly as your leg swung over his hips, trapping him between your legs. His eyes were fully open now, his attention fully on you. “Can you… give it to me?”

Scaramouche’s eyes widened briefly, his heart beginning to pound. The look in your eyes as you stared lovingly and longingly at him, your heat just above his now growing arousal. He couldn’t help but groan. He didn’t respond, only lightly grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you down into a soft kiss. His other hand roamed down your chest, groping against your sensitive breasts.

You moaned into his mouth, your clothed cunt now rubbing against his bulge. The swell of your stomach was pressed against his abdomen, only turning Scaramouche on more. Your hands traced his face, delicate fingers running along his jaw and down his neck. His skin shivered under your touch, goosebumps of excitement rising up as he felt your warmth. His tongue invaded your mouth, curling over your gums and teasing against your own hot muscle.

The soft sound of your moans spurred him on, his hands hastily pulling and tugging your clothes off. Your hips rolled against his, dry humping his hardened cock, making you both moan in unison at the sultry action. Scaramouche pulled his lips away, a string of saliva snapping against your lips as his assault moved from your lips to your neck. Love bites and hickeys littered your neck, his hot breath fanning over your flushed skin.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He breathed out, slender fingers coming to rub against your sopping cunt, your hips grinding against his fingers once they made contact with your drenched panties. “Please, Scara, mmm~ please…!” Your begging would suffice for tonight, he pulled against the fabric roughly, making the material snap, loosely hanging off your snug hips now as his fingers began to rub against your dripping folds.

Your moans soon began to Increase in pitch, his fingers rubbing back and forth up your folds before his fingertips began to ghost your fluttering pussy. “Such a good girl.” Scaramouche praised, groaning lowly when he felt your gummy walls grip against his fingers when they finally entered your velvety insides. “Ngh, so fucking tight. You’re sucking my fingers in so good.”

“Scara! S-Scara~!” Your hips rolled to meet his fingers, loving the way they scissored your walls apart, curled in just the right place, and pressed against your sweet spot so deliciously. Your hands fumbled against his shirt, pulling it sloppily over his head while you endured the generous pleasure of his fingers. “Hmm~ love you, love you so much…!”

“That’s fucking right! Yeah, you love me? Love me so much don’t you? Yeah? That why you’re- ngh!- so eager for my cock? Huh?!” You could only nod dumbly, hands shakily tracing down his chest to the toned firmness of his abdomen. His thumb abruptly began to rub stimulating circles against your clit, eliciting a loud moan accompanied by the harsh tremble of your legs. “C-Cumming…! Gonna cum!” Your hands clutched the hem of his sweat pants, tugging weakly as you tried to free his cock of the restricting confines of his boxers.

Scaramouche pulled his fingers out abruptly, groaning lowly at the sight of your arousal sticky and shiny against his slender digits. He rested his other hand on your stomach, rubbing softly while he eased you back against the couch, scanning your face for any discomfort or pain. “Hey.” He called out, grabbing your face lightly to turn your mushy attention back onto him. “Let me know if you’re not okay… got it?”

You nodded in response, whimpering when you felt the flushed tip of his cock graze your glistening folds. His cock teased your fluttery hole, loving the way your pussy was begging to be stuffed, almost trying to suck him in. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, your fluids coming together in sticky bliss. His cock head nudged up against your clit, his hips moving languidly to stimulate your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Scara… p-please…” Your voice sounded so beautiful and sultry, hips weakly bucking up to receive more exciting friction. Scaramouche laughed softly, his hand gripping the base of his cock before he slowly began to enter you. His hands were clammy as they rested on your hips, his brain beginning to turn to mush the second your warm walls enveloped his throbbing cock. “F-Fuck… you always… f-feel so good.”

You whimpered as his length began to stretch your insides, creating a generously full feeling that made your fingertips tingle. Once he was half way in, he bucked his hips, bottoming out instantly with a deep moan. “S-Shit, you’re sucking me in… I fucking love it, hah~” Scaramouche leaned over you, his stomach pressed against your bulging belly while he thrust shallowly into your drooly cunt.

“A-Ahh, Scara~ more…!” Your husband only growled in response, pushing his hips harder against your own, the deliciously gooey head of his cock rubbing against your sweet spot, evoking the most sinful moans you could muster. It was as if you had gone to heaven. Every movement of his cock sent shivers and electric sparks of pleasure into your spine. The way his veins and mushy head would scrape against your gummy velvet walls, it all felt so good you could barely contain yourself.

Scaramouche was struggling to control himself too. The gorgeous curve of your stomach, swollen with his child. The way you practically oozed motherhood made his carnal instincts spiral. His hands roughly went to grope at your boobs, squeezing the squishy and engorged mounds of flesh until you were jerking against his body, moaning uncontrollably.

“Scara~! W-Wait! Mmm~ S-So sensitive… they’re so sensitive…! Ngh!” Your beautiful cries fell deaf upon his ears as he gently turned you on your side, pulling one of your legs back by your ankle to give his cock deeper access to firmly press against your sweet spot. This way, he could lean down to suck against your breasts while he fucked you. “Ahh?! Scara! Wait! Wait wait wait! Hah!”

His tongue swirled lewdly over the sensitive bud, covering your breast in his saliva. His mouth came to latch on again, this time, giving your tit a light suck accompanied by a squeeze before a milky taste invaded his tongue. Your husband jerked away quickly, his eyes widened in surprise as he watched milk begin to leak from your swollen tits. His cock began to twitch wildly inside your warm walls, making you wince in ecstasy.

“Heh, so messy and pathetic, my gorgeous wife.” Scaramouche degraded, lightened with praise to quell your sensitive emotions. You were a moaning mess beneath him, his dark indigo eyes glued to the way your tits squirted out milk whenever he would squeeze against your breasts roughly. “Fuck… t-that’s so hot.”

You couldn’t respond, your orgasm approaching quickly as your sensitive breasts were groped and squeezed of all the milk that swelled within the engorged flesh. Your pussy fluttered around Scaramouche’s cock, warning him of your fast approaching climax. His husky groans became louder, his own body beginning to tense up. You could lightly feel the way his cock twitched inside, only arousing you further knowing he would be filling you with his sticky cum any moment now.

“Mmm, s-shit I’m cumming. I’m c-cumming baby! Cum -ngh!” Scaramouche could feel his balls tighten, cock beginning to twitch wildly as his warm cum began to spurt inside of you, turning your insides into a gooey mess. Your own climax didn’t help, your walls spasming around his cock, desperate to keep him sheathed inside while you milked him for everything he was worth. “Scara~! Ahh!! S-So full… so full… f-feels… so good.”

He leaned over to your face panting lightly indigo bangs gently tickling your forehead as he gave you a soft kiss as some sort of apology. His eyes cast down to the slippery mess of your milk all over your breasts, abdomen, and the couch. He could feel himself getting hard again just at the sight of your lactating tits. You whimpered at the feeling.

“Y-You’re hard again?” Your body was wiped, and he could tell. With your hormones spiraling and emotions scattered, he knew you couldn’t handle another round tonight. No need to worry, he’ll give you the best morning sex ever. He slowly pulled his length out, whimpering lowly when the warmth of your walls disappeared. “Don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I can tell you’re tired. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

You smiled softly at his suggestion, nodding slowly. Your husband moved off of you, putting his underwear and sweats back on before he helped you up from the couch. It was then a sudden gush racked your body, and the sound of water splatting against the floor was heard. You both looked down to see a clear fluid covering the floor. Your hand immediately clutched at your stomach, the feeling of being stabbed a thousand times boiling within your insides.

“Scara… I… I think my water just broke…”

It’s a Christmas miracle! Welcome to the world baby Kunikuzushi!

Merry Christmas! 💜 Stay safe everyone and have a happy holiday 💜💜

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