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Prompting Part XXXV
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Re: Baby fill continued - I don't have a name yet (p7)
Molly tried to encourage him to go out and get fresh air, but he just curled on the sofa and moaned. “My poor, sick baby,” Molly cooed, brushing her fingers through his curls. He leaned into the touch, his face pale. “You need to try and eat something. If you keep throwing it up, how will you help the baby?”
God. Every time she thought about the baby, her mind went blank. Sherlock had clearly made his peace with the idea, but Molly felt like she was still trying to absorb the information. When she’d been little, Molly had imagined that she would be the one carrying the baby, a big strong alpha holding her by her shoulders. Of course, as she grew she learned what was biologically impossible and her tastes changed.
She’d always preferred smaller omegas; the types that could easily curl in one’s arms. Big, burly men or women had never attracted her. Maybe it was the alpha part of her seeking out a smaller, more manageable mate, but she couldn’t help herself. However, when Sherlock had come along, her heart (and her dick) had perked at the sight of him. He was gorgeous and completely, totally alpha. Subsequently, he was the very first person that wasn’t a famous songwriter, actor, or actress to make her question her sexuality. When she learned he was an omega, she held onto her crush for years in hopes he would see her.
And now he was hers, carrying her baby. It made her stomach bubble with something undeniably happy. Molly buried her nose in Sherlock’s hair, smiling. “I love you,” she whispered. Sherlock answered by dry-heaving into the bucket beside him.
Two weeks and a doctor’s visit later and Sherlock was finally swallowing his foods with more anticipation and less dread. The pills really helped, and the pale colour of his skin became pink and flushed. He actually started looking pregnant, too.
“Ugh,” groaned Sherlock, running his hand over his distended belly. Molly slid to her knees, pressing her thumb against his navel.
“I remember you being less pregnant an hour ago,” she teased. Sherlock grunted, his face pained.
“I haven’t been able to swallow for weeks and you expect me to stop when you give me this much food? This is your fault.”
Molly bit her lip. It was true that she had gone a little overboard cooking for him—and there were at least three chicken breasts, a steak, and a heap full of vegetables leftover from Sherlock’s appetite. That didn’t mean that she had force-fed him the food, threatening bodily harm. Sherlock had swallowed every delicious bite all on his own.
“Yes, blame it on me.” Molly sighed, leaning forward to kiss his belly. “You’re going to get heart burn tonight.” At his look, she tried to defend herself. “I didn’t expect you to eat most of it. I just…wanted you to have something nice.” The kind of life she hadn’t been able to have as a child. Her mother had always told her she projected her feelings onto others.
Sherlock’s eyes, sharp even in his food-com agony, followed her movements. “Make it up to me,” he demanded. “Now.”
Molly grinned. “How should I do that?” She kissed her way down his stomach, her hands rubbing gentle circles along his hips. “Would you like a little something, or do you just want me to rub your tummy?”
Sherlock paused, considering the dark look in Molly’s eyes, but ultimately the pain in his stomach stopped him. “Just rub,” he commanded, trying not to moan as Molly’s hands, delicate and experienced as a surgeon’s, ran over the swell.
“You’d think there are two in there.” Sherlock grunted, not bothering with a rebuttal. He couldn’t imagine handling one, let alone two. He prayed that when the time came that would not be the case.
“Molly Hooper, are you calling me fat?” She then proceeded to rub a sweet spot on him that made Sherlock groan. It was as good as any response.
Re: Baby fill continued - (p7.2)
His eyes, bright even in the dark, were wild. “What do you think?” he hissed. “This is your bloody fault. Hormones. I need—“ he reached for her and Molly sat up, taking hold of his shoulders.
“Are you sure? At this stage, I’m not sure...” Even now she worried. Molly didn’t understand how he was so completely insatiable at only five months. After the first few months she had resigned herself to wanking alone, but once his body had started growing big and healthy—well, so had his libido.
Molly reached towards his cock, hot and damp in her palm, and started stroking him. He made a sound, shuddering against her shoulder. “Do you want me to suck you off?” she whispered in his ear, encouraging by his soft moan. He liked missionary, but she knew it hurt his back. “You can fuck my mouth, hm? Or you could ride me if you’re up for it.”
Sherlock nuzzled his damp forehead into her neck, inhaling the fertile scent. He would love to ride her, but his legs already felt like gelatin and he doubted he would be much help. So he reached for the headboard and pulled himself up, allowing Molly to take the initiative and pull down his pants. “Good?”
Sherlock looked down at her and nodded, resting his knees firmly on either side of her head. He knew it was an awkward position for her—one that required the help of a pillow—but he was grateful all the same. “I just want you all the time,” he whined, as if defending his own actions. He hated the tone of his voice—as if he were just some simpering omega that…had the most amazing mate ever.
Sherlock’s head dropped and he rocked his hips into the warmth of Molly’s mouth. “Oh God.” Biting his lip, he dropped one hand and buried it into Molly’s hair, pulling her toward him. Molly moaned and relaxed her mouth before swallowing.
Sherlock squirmed, his hips stuttering. “Molly.” He started with a gentle rhythm, shivering with each hot, wet pull. His pace stayed lazy and sedate, relishing in each drag of his prick between her lips. Molly let him take control, but her tongue stayed pressed firmly on the underside.
“Mmn, Molly.” Sherlock’s mouth hung open, his tongue darting to wet his lips. Molly moved forward until her nose touched the coarse hair around his pelvis and moaned purposefully. Sherlock echoed her, rocking more forcefully into her mouth. “Oh god, your mouth.” He took hold of her hair and shoved his cock as far as it would go. While he was small, Molly still choked in her surprise before she caught herself and forced her throat to relax, breathing through her nose.
Sherlock made those high whimpering noises that signaled he was about to come; and sure enough he froze, sobbing as he shuddered and came. Molly only had to swallow, tasting little to nothing.
When she was sure that Sherlock was spent, she pulled back, pausing to clean him with her tongue. “Better?” She asked, ready to ignore her own need. Sherlock was often too tired after an orgasm this late to even think about her. True to her assumptions, he slumped down and laid his head on her chest, groaning happily. “It was perfect. You’re perfect. Sherlock Jr. is very happy as well.”
“You’re welcome.” Molly laughed. “You’re an odd one, Sherlock. Sherlock Jr.? Is that what we’re naming them?”
“Yep.” Sherlock smacked his lips and turned, sighing with content. Molly twitched, wanting so badly to put a hand on herself, but would have to wait until Sherlock fell asleep and inevitably rolled away. If she didn’t die from sexual frustration at that point.
“The things I do for you,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his nearest body part. He giggled, eyes already drooping.
“You love me.”
“I do.” Molly rested her hand on his bloated stomach, smoothing her fingers over the skin. “I really do.”
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