Bun in the Oven

Flicking your thumb across the glass, you sit at the dinner table in front of two plates of food and swipe through the pictures on your phone as your leg jitters underneath. The past had lead up to this night, so as you waited for Natsuki to get home, you decided to have a look over it. Plenty of memories, moments in time, saved in the palm of your hand. From the first picture you took together at school, to silly photos you took on dates, to her posing excitedly in front of what was now your home. Then came more of the same, until it hit a block of photos with more well dressed individuals in them. You in a black suit, her in a white dress, and all manner of fancy clothing surrounding you as you were officiated as husband and wife. Finally, you hit the most recent block of pictures, ones from your honeymoon. Being the weeaboo trash that you both were, you took the opportunity to visit Japan. These photos represented that, with pictures of you everywhere from a hot spring to ramen bars. Your favorite picture, however, was one of her bathed in the neon lights of some back street on a dark night. Something about the way the lights bounced off of her radiated emotion to you, and you had it set as the background on your phone. Swiping again, you came across a picture from one of your honeymoon nights, with her in a suggestive pose wearing glasses, and the bouncing in your leg became more rapid as you remembered why you were reminiscing in the first place. Setting your phone down, you brought your fingers to the stick between your lips and took a good, long drag.

On that trip, the two of you had seen plenty of tourist attractions and sights, but you had seen something else as well. On one of your expeditions into a shop to buy some souvenirs, you ventured into an aisle to check out the figures on the shelves when another couple came into the store. This couple had an extra with them; a small boy sat on top of the man's shoulders, his hands resting around his father's head. You could hardly understand their language, but there was no mistaking the emotion on that family's face. Pure joy as they strolled through the store, the child's excited noises as they selected a toy for him, and the silly expressions the man made as he pretended like it would be a big hit to his wallet to his wife. You and Natsu enjoyed the sight for a moment, your hand subconsciously making it's way around her shoulder as you watched. As the family left, the couple turned back to see you. Natsuki blushed as she realized they must've noticed the two of you watching them. You gave a smile and a slight nod, to which they reciprocated almost simultaneously. You went about your shopping as usual, but that encounter opened up a conversation later that night. Laying in the bed of your hotel room, watching some game show you could hardly understand, the silence between the two of you was broken.

"Hey, Anon." Natsuki said softly, nudging against you.
"Huh?" You responded, your focus on the show about errand boys being broken.
"Do you remember those people in the shop?"
"The ones with the boombox?" You remembered a couple of kids playing some J Rock out of a stereo at a store a couple of days ago, and the owner chasing them out with a broom.
"No, the family we saw today."
"Oh, yeah. They were cute."
"Yeah, they were. It got me thinking, and I know we've talked about it before, but..." Her voice drifted off.
"But what?" You said after a moment, turning to face her. Looking into her eyes, she wore a sheepish expression.
"Well, when do you want to start a family?" She asked bluntly, garnering the courage to stare you down. You were taken aback.
"Whoa, well, uh-" You stammered out. What a curve ball! "I don't know. That's a big step." She nods.
"I know. I'm nervous about it too, but something about today put it in my mind." She pulled herself closer to you, the deep rosiness of her eyes staring into your own. "I mean, we've joked about it, but we've never really made plans, you know?" Your mind went reeling.
"Yeah, I got ya. It's just a lot of factors, you know? Are we financially ready for it? Are we emotionally ready? What even goes into taking care of one? Would we even be-" Suddenly, you're assaulted in the facial region by a dangerously cute face, pushing her lips against your own before pulling away.
"Listen, we don't have to figure it all out tonight. We'll talk about it once we get back from the trip, alright?" A sweet smile crossed her face.
"... Alright." Taking a moment to collect yourself, you turn your attention back toward the TV before feeling a pressure down below. Looking back toward her, you see her sweet smile has turned to a sultry one.
"So... wanna do anything tonight? I'll wear those glasses that you said were sexy."

You pulled the chewed lollipop stick out of your mouth and just stared at it. Tonight was the night that you planned to start trying for a child, and even though you had spent the previous two months talking it over, weening off birth control, ironing out the details of finances, and working out the fears of not being a good enough mother and father, you were still nervous as fuck. It would all be okay, at least on paper. Your family and friends would be there to back you up in the case that it wasn't. So why did it feel like it wouldn't be okay? Your mind was at ease, but your body wasn't. Taking a moment to breathe and rest your head in your hands, you heard the door click open. There stood your lovely wife, back from her day at work. Giving a small wave to her, she responded in kind and took off her coat before coming and sitting across the table from you. Her presence putting your mind at ease- rather, allowing you to set aside your thoughts for a moment, you perk up a little.
"How was work, honey?" You manage to get out.
"Pretty good, I guess. Kinda boring. Oh, we had some of those red velvet cupcakes left over that you like so much, so I brought some home!" She goes to reach into her bag, before bringing out a couple of cupcakes wrapped in cellophane and setting them on the table between you two. You nod and smile in appreciation. "So, how's about you? Do anything special with your day off? Other than making dinner?" She smells the air and looks at her plate, noticing the homemade burger and fries on it and licking her lips.
"Kinda. Prepared for tonight, I guess." You responded with a hint of nervousness, staring down at your plate.
"Oo-la-la, so romantic." She said with a sing-song voice, then giggled before noticing your look. "... Hey, are you alright?"
"Yeah, still just a bit nervous. I know I shouldn't be, but for some reason I am."
"Hey, it's okay!" She got up and came over to you, hugging you around the shoulder. "Anything in particular that you're worrying about?"
"Just... what if I'm not ready? What if we're not ready? How are you so confident?" You ask, confused at it all.
"Oh, Anon, you fuckin' goofball. Maybe you're not ready. I know I'm not ready. But you know who's ready?" You give her a confused look. "We're ready. You give me the strength to do anything, and hopefully I do the same for you, yeah?" You pause, and think about all the things you've done in the past spurred on by her. Working extra hard to give her that special Christmas, moving out early to save her from her household. Nodding, she continues with a look of pure compassion on her face. "If we're here for each other, there's nothing we can't do." Putting her hand on yours, your rings collide, and you smile, your heart truly at ease. "Besides, even if you aren't ready now, you'll have like a year to get ready."
"Shit, you're right."
"Of course I am. I'm me, aren't I?" She nods, flashing a confident smile before kissing your forehead and returning to her seat. "Now, let's eat!"

With that, your romantic night was kicked off right. You ate dinner and chatted about anything and everything before retreating to the living room and watching a movie together on the couch with the lights dimmed. Near the end, you excused yourself to the bathroom. Walking to the bathroom, you open the door, turn the light inside on, and close it, then engage sneak mode as you tiptoe to the bedroom. Taking a lighter from the nightstand, you lit the scented candles around the room and admired the scene. Being the charmer you are, you've put silk sheets on the bed and covered it with rose petals. Truly, a master of romanticism.
"Oh, god damn it." A voice whispers out from the door frame. You turn to see Natsuki standing there, peeking around the corner.
"Nat? What's up?" You ask, as she steps out.
"Oh, nothing. I was just coming to grab a blanket from in here, it's a bit cold in the living room."
"Well, uh, shit. Guess I was caught setting up the surprise, huh?"
"Yyyep, you fuckin' nerd." Another cute giggle followed, before she sniffed the air. "Vanilla, huh? That's sweet."
"Well, we can get the show on the road if you want." You sit down on the bed, and gesture her over.
"And miss the end of the movie? Hell no, you know I love the sword fight at the end!" She got halfway huffy, before turning to you with a sly look. "Can't wait twenty more minutes, huh?"
"You know it."
"Pfft, get the fuck outta here. I'll grab a blanket and meet you down there to finish the movie, then we'll come back up and enjoy your casanova setup." You followed the order, heading back downstairs and sitting on the sofa. In anticipation, you found yourself stiffening, and waiting for your cupcake to get back so you could start to feel her up. In this state, you almost didn't notice the fact that there was a perfectly warm blanket laying on the arm of the couch near where she was sitting prior. After a few minutes, the question on your mind is answered.

"Hey, I changed my mind." She announces, walking into the room. Your attention turning to her, you notice she has shed her casual clothing from before and is now dressed in nothing but lacy white lingerie, it hugging her small curves. "Let's skip the sword fight and get straight to the good part." Strutting over to you, she hopped up onto your lap and wrapped herself around you, grinding against your hardened crotch as she dug her fingers into your hair and pulled you into a kiss. Not to be outdone, you pull her close and shove your tongue in her mouth, wrestling hers as you do. Your small moans and pants masked by each other's mouths, your hot and heavy kiss lasts for a few minutes before you pull away.
"You ready?"
"Uh, duh, you b-baka." She mockingly says with a smirk.
"God, you're such a dork." You mutter, lifting her off of you and into a princess carry as she exclaims in glee. With Natsuki holding onto you tight, you bring your wife into the bedroom and lay her down gently onto the bed. Climbing over top of her, a hand finds its way down to her panties and slipping inside, rubbing her slit as you continue the kisses. One of her hands moves to your pants, rubbing your bulge before unzipping them and pulling out your erect shaft, stroking it with the palm of her hand as she hungrily matched your kisses. Pushing your fingers inside, you elicit a moan from your lover who speeds her strokes up in return. She pushes you off of her as she squirms from your fingering, and looks into your eyes.
"Fuck, put it in already." She whimpers.
"You got it." Pulling her panties down and off of one foot before spreading her legs, Natsuki grabs your shaft and guides you in as you push yourself into your love to the hilt. Wrapping your arms around her back, she does the same as you begin to buck into her. Her looks of love and lust mix with those of ecstasy as her face reacts to the feeling of you penetrating her walls. Pushing and pushing, your thrusts become more rapid as the tightness of your petite lover grasps your manhood and sends jolts of pleasure through your body. You curse the fact that you can't stay like this forever, as her nails dig into your back in her own throes of joy. Her moans and squeaks as well as the tight feeling of her body leave you breathless and on the edge, and you intend to announce this to her.
"I'm close, baby!" You exclaim as your thrusts slow back down, allowing you to enjoy the end of this round to it's fullest.
"Oh, fuck yeah, fill me up!" She responds in turn, wrapping her legs in a death grip around your back and pulling you in. That was the plan and this wasn't necessary, but fuck if it isn't hot, you think as you make one final push deep inside. With something between a roar and a moan, you unleash a pulsing wave of hot spunk deep inside of your pink doki, the sensation causing her to clamp down on you and massage your member with her inner walls as she's thrown into a climax of her own. You force your tongue back into her mouth as you both ride it out, then with your arms wrapped around her, collapse beside her onto the bed.

Basking in the afterglow, you look longingly into Natsuki's eyes, and she into yours. Hand in hand, you smile at your love as you both pant.
"Hey, Nat?" You speak up.
"Yeah, Anon?" She responds.
"Do you really think we'll make good parents?"
"Yeah. You're pretty great, and we already established that I'm the best." She snorts, before returning to the slow, sensual breaths.
"You got that right." You pull her close to you, and wrap her in a hug. "I love you, Natsuki."
"I love you too, Anon." After a moment, you felt the pink haired cutie in your arms drift off to sleep. You may have had your doubts, but she was right. With her at your side, you felt like you could take on the world. And besides, you had quite a few months ahead of you to figure out how to start being a dad. With that, you drifted off to sleep with her in your arms.