Sherlock waited another week before telling Molly about the pregnancy. At six weeks he didn’t even have a belly yet, so it was very much fine in regards to his size. Unfortunately, that also meant that the cut off for an abortion was fast approaching. He needed to tell her, and he wasn’t very good at the upfront approach.
He vied for a distraction.
Molly’s fingers tugged gently at his hair, trying not to grip too hard when it was clear that all she wanted to do was stick her cock down Sherlock’s throat and fuck his face. Sherlock hummed around her prick; he was used to its size and how much he could fit in one sitting, so he bobbed his head and took her deeper. Almost, but not quite, touching her knot with his lips.
Molly’s thighs quivered with each long pull of Sherlock’s lips, and he swallowed her down, going as far as his reflex would allow. It had been difficult to learn how exactly to let himself go and take her, but her sweet moans were worth it. Her fingers tightened as he swallowed hard, flattening his tongue and using it to press against the underside where she liked the pressure best.
“Oh Sherlock, fuck. You gorgeous thing.” She let her head fall for a moment, taking in her pleasure, but when she realized she couldn’t see Sherlock anymore, she whipped it forward and looked back at him. Sherlock met her eyes briefly and pulled back; far enough that the tip of her cock hung just above his shining lips. Then he swallowed her down again, working faster to bring her to orgasm.
“Sherlock, Sherlock,” she whined, pulling at his curls with abandon. He enjoyed it, moaning appreciatively around her thick girth.
He knew another way to pleasure her. One finger snuck between her thighs and pressed at the small seam there. It was rarely used for obvious reasons, but the dual pleasure was never something Molly complained about. Her voice rose higher, her chest heaving as Sherlock took her deep in his throat, fingers working at her cunt.
With only a few more bobs, and another finger, Sherlock had her coming. She pulled on his hair hard as she started to ejaculate, her hips shuddering with short movements. Sherlock allowed her to fuck his throat, swallowing down the annoying amount of semen without any of his usual complaints. Normally he would spit it out, but he liked on occasion to see the look on her face when she realized he was going to swallow.
When she finished, he hid his grimace and licked her clean, pink tongue lapping at the head until it shined. With another small kiss Sherlock pulled away, gauging to see how relaxed Molly appeared to be.
Her eyes were glazed over and her pupils were huge, so she was still in some ways aroused. Molly’s lips, which remained small, were a bit more plump and red from biting, and her thighs still shook slightly from his performance. Perfect.
After meeting his eyes, Molly heaved a few long breaths and then tried to make herself look presentable. When her hair wasn’t a gnarled mess from pressing against the chair, she looked at Sherlock with a look of love an adoration, undisguised like it might have been in a public setting. It made his chest ache. It’s now or never.
Re: Baby fill continued (p5)
Sherlock waited another week before telling Molly about the pregnancy. At six weeks he didn’t even have a belly yet, so it was very much fine in regards to his size. Unfortunately, that also meant that the cut off for an abortion was fast approaching. He needed to tell her, and he wasn’t very good at the upfront approach.
He vied for a distraction.
Molly’s fingers tugged gently at his hair, trying not to grip too hard when it was clear that all she wanted to do was stick her cock down Sherlock’s throat and fuck his face. Sherlock hummed around her prick; he was used to its size and how much he could fit in one sitting, so he bobbed his head and took her deeper. Almost, but not quite, touching her knot with his lips.
Molly’s thighs quivered with each long pull of Sherlock’s lips, and he swallowed her down, going as far as his reflex would allow. It had been difficult to learn how exactly to let himself go and take her, but her sweet moans were worth it. Her fingers tightened as he swallowed hard, flattening his tongue and using it to press against the underside where she liked the pressure best.
“Oh Sherlock, fuck. You gorgeous thing.” She let her head fall for a moment, taking in her pleasure, but when she realized she couldn’t see Sherlock anymore, she whipped it forward and looked back at him. Sherlock met her eyes briefly and pulled back; far enough that the tip of her cock hung just above his shining lips. Then he swallowed her down again, working faster to bring her to orgasm.
“Sherlock, Sherlock,” she whined, pulling at his curls with abandon. He enjoyed it, moaning appreciatively around her thick girth.
He knew another way to pleasure her. One finger snuck between her thighs and pressed at the small seam there. It was rarely used for obvious reasons, but the dual pleasure was never something Molly complained about. Her voice rose higher, her chest heaving as Sherlock took her deep in his throat, fingers working at her cunt.
With only a few more bobs, and another finger, Sherlock had her coming. She pulled on his hair hard as she started to ejaculate, her hips shuddering with short movements. Sherlock allowed her to fuck his throat, swallowing down the annoying amount of semen without any of his usual complaints. Normally he would spit it out, but he liked on occasion to see the look on her face when she realized he was going to swallow.
When she finished, he hid his grimace and licked her clean, pink tongue lapping at the head until it shined. With another small kiss Sherlock pulled away, gauging to see how relaxed Molly appeared to be.
Her eyes were glazed over and her pupils were huge, so she was still in some ways aroused. Molly’s lips, which remained small, were a bit more plump and red from biting, and her thighs still shook slightly from his performance. Perfect.
After meeting his eyes, Molly heaved a few long breaths and then tried to make herself look presentable. When her hair wasn’t a gnarled mess from pressing against the chair, she looked at Sherlock with a look of love an adoration, undisguised like it might have been in a public setting. It made his chest ache. It’s now or never.