Smuts (ft. Female Artists I Wanna Make Babies With 🥺💦)

Gimme One (Jade/You G!P)

*Leigh-Anne's your sister and had the twins. Jade gets hella baby fever... which is both tempting and relatable🤫

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Y/N and I have been together since high school and got married two years later. Making us almost ten years strong. I love her so much.

She's funny, sweet, hot as fuck, gentle, rough, passionate, sexy as fuck, can cook, can eat pussy like a convict on Dead Row, got a bomb dick... you get the idea.

With that being said, I want her to gimme them babies.

She's a little hesitant since she doesn't know if she'd be a good parent. I personally think she'd be great.

She's currently at work, which is almost an hour away. She's up at 4am and doesn't come home until 3pm. She had a choice; work every day from 7am to 2pm or work two or three days a week.

She picked the latter so we could have longer alone time. Only problem is, she'd come home, shower, eat, then go to bed.

In short, I haven't been penetrated by that delicious dick in over a week. I'm about to fiend like an addict.

I guess you can say I'm adickted.

Just then, the door opens and I hear my lover's voice. "Jade, hope you don't mind apple pie. They didn't have cherry or sweet potato," she calls out, ascending the stairs. I smile and stand up, putting the infant on my shoulder carefully to burp him.

The tattooed woman enters our room with black smudge on her face. She's a mechanic and a damn good one. She's very good with her hands.

I mean very good. An absolute sex goddess.

What? I haven't had sex with this tease in over a week. I'ma get it tonight

Y/N stops in the doorway, looking at us with widened eyes. "He's so small," she whispers, stepping a little closer. I smile, nodding. "Go shower and come hold our play baby," I joke. She retreats nervously, "I'ma be honest, scared shitless to do that."

She takes off her hat and runs her hand through her hair.

This woman is so hot, it should be fucking illegal.

"I'll help you, babe. Now, shower 'cause I can smell the engine oil from over here," I fan close to my face with a grimace. She glares at me, "You're lucky you got that baby, Mrs. Thirlwall-Momoa."

I smile cutely and she rolls her eyes with a grin. "You're also lucky you're cute," she collects things for her shower before stripping right in front of me.

She removes her dark overalls then her dirty white shirt, exposing that fit, tattooed body of hers. By now, I've memorized every tattoo; from her first one to her last one behind her right ear that matches my crescent moon.

We got them after we got married.

I bite my lip when she's in just her boxers and socks. I love marking her abs and arms. She can hold me up and fuck me through more orgasm than I can count.

"You might wanna go now because I can't jump your bones with this little one in my arms," I say, looking down at the now sleeping infant.

She smiles beautifully then winks.

"Y/N Y/MN, you know better," I say semi-seriously. She chuckles again, grabbing her towel. "I'll be out in a minute, lovelies," she winks again then laughs at my expense.

She finally goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. I had half the mind to lay the baby boy on his blanket on our bed and join her.

Oh, wait. I do have half the mind.