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Playing With Fire~ Part 5

Pairing: Michael Gray x Pregnant! Reader

Warnings: HORRIBLY WRITTEN SMUT

A/N: I am so sorry this chapter took so long to write and I’m also sorry that it sucks so much. This felt like pulling teeth to write for whatever reason and I’m really hoping that the next ones will be better! Thanks for sticking with me!

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This was it. This was the last time that you’d be looking at yourself as a L/N. As of about ten minutes from now, you were going to officially be a Gray (and by proxy, a Shelby). You took a deep breath as you waited to be allowed to turn and see yourself in the mirror as Ada and Esme fiddled around you, adjusting your dress, your veil, your makeup.

Finally, they pulled back and inspected their work before Ada announced, “Alright, Y/N, go ahead and look.” You shook your hands nervously, turning towards the reflective glass. Slowly, your eyes followed your body and when they did, you gasped.

Wow.

You couldn’t remember ever feeling so beautiful. The dress was absolutely perfect, a gift from your mother. The white was crisp, the beading was intricately placed but not too flashy, the gorgeous lace graced the floor when you walked. And it was comfortable around your growing belly without making you feel self-conscious about how large you’d gotten. The veil that was draped down your back was made of the same sheer fabric as the outer layer of your dress and trimmed with the same lace as well. You couldn’t believe that she was able to make such a beautiful gown.

Your eyes were dusted with dark eyeshadow, courtesy of Esme, and your E/C shone through brighter than anything you’d ever been able to do with makeup on your own. An ever so slightly redder tint than your skin tone was used on your lips and it was the perfect finishing touch to the look.

“Do you like it?” Ada asked and you realized that you hadn’t said anything yet.

“I love it. I feel… pretty.” You exhaled with a smile. You turned in the mirror, running your hands over your dress and they came to settle on your belly. It was all happening. This was your future.

The door opened, drawing all of your attention. Polly peeked her head in, ready to say something but she stopped and smiled when she saw you. “They’re ready to start.” She announced.

You took a deep breath and nodded before following her out the door to the garden outside of Tommy’s house, who’d volunteered to let you hold your wedding there. John stood with Esme and Finn stood with Lizzie as your bridesmaids and groomsmen while Isaiah and Ada were linking arms, ready to lead the procession as your maid of honor and best man. You took your place behind the most adorably dressed Charles for your ring bearer and one of John’s daughters as your flower girl.

Your father was waiting for you, standing strongly in his suit. Things had still been tense but they were getting better between the two of you. He was able to stand being in the same room as you now and when you’d told him that you still wanted him to give you away at your wedding, he actually said yes to you.

“Hi.” You greeted quietly with a small smile, not really knowing what you were supposed to say.

Your father looked down at you and his eyes widened, “Y/N!” He gasped in disbelief of the woman who stood before him.

“You clean up nice, kid.” You tried to tease, running your hand over his suit.

Your father cracked a smile - the first time you’d seen him smile in almost a month - and brushed your veil out of your face, “Yeah, you too.”

The music started, an indistinct yet beautiful song played by some of Polly’s Roma relatives, and the procession began, the group slowly withering away until it was just you and your father. Even though there was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to marry Michael, your heart still raced with nervousness. Before you knew it, you were being pulled along around the corner by your father who’d been more in the moment than you and knew it was your turn to walk.

When you turned and stopped at the beginning of the aisle, the shuffling of people standing in the grass could be heard and you were painfully aware of all the eyes on you. That is, until you saw Michael standing at the wooden alter ahead, looking beyond handsome in his black suit.

Step by step, you made your way to the alter, bouquet of wildflowers in hand, and smiling whenever you made eye contact with an excited guest. Finally, you made it to the end where Michael took your hand, leading you up to face him. “Wow… You look absolutely stunning.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of you and your skin burned red under his admiration.

“I was gonna say the same about you.” You looked up at him through your long lashes.

“You may be seated.” The Jeremiah Jesus announced and the crowd followed his orders as you and Michael turned to face him, “We are gathered here today to join the families of Michael Gray and Y/N L/N in a marriage of love, commitment, and trust.” The pastor continued on with his speech, quoting the bible at certain parts and finally he got to the vows, “Michael, you prepared vows?”

Michael looked up nervously, his hands sweaty in yours, but he cleared his throat, “Mm, yeah.” He straightened up, looking at your directly, “Y/N, I know that things haven’t gone as expected so far but I want you to know that I’m glad that they’ve happened the way they did. Not only am I getting to marry the most beautiful, caring, strong woman I’ve ever met but I’m getting to become a father too.

I never told you but I’ve liked you for long before we actually went out on a date. I used to purposely take jobs near your shop just so I could see you but for some reason I could never figure out how to say anything. I know that this looks like a shotgun wedding but I swear to you that I would have married you eventually anyway.” The crowd laughed, along with you, “But I also swear that I will always love and protect you for as long as we live.”

Your heart swelled at his words and tears began to streak down your cheeks, which you quickly wiped away.

“And Y/N?” Jeremiah prompted.

You smiled nervously, “Michael, you are the most amazing man I’ve ever met and, like you said, we’re in an odd situation but that doesn’t change how I feel about you. Baby or not, I can’t picture spending my life with anyone else. I promise to be faithful and to love you until the day we die and then some. I love you Michael Gray.”

Jeremiah handed you the rings and you gracefully slid them on each others fingers, Michael’s a simple gold band and yours an elegant white gold band with a set of diamonds that looked like a tiny flower. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

With an ecstatic smile, you reached in, hands gently coming to pull Michael in towards you, lips colliding in a kiss you’d never felt before. This was romantic and passionate but something new. If this was what married kissing felt like, you could get used to it.

Later that night, you found yourself and Michael dancing around a fire made of five broomsticks to upbeat music with everyone dancing all around you. The reception lasted deep into the night and it showed no signs of slowing down.

You and Michael stood hand in hand, laughing at something Isaiah was saying when Polly approached you, “Can I try something?” She asked obscurely.

Both you and your new husband looked at her strangely. “What is it?” Michael asked.

Polly looked as if her hands were itching, “I just- I want to see if I’m right about something.”

“Sure?” You agreed, anxious as to what exactly you agreed to. Polly’s hands slowly outstretched towards you, one landing on your stomach and the other solidly on your breast. Your eyes widened in shock, her action taking you off guard, “Oh! Okay…” You stood still.

“Mum!” Michael groaned, exasperated. You trusted Polly though. You didn’t pull away at all though, the look on her face telling you that she meant no harm by her actions.

Polly’s eyes suddenly lit up as she smiled, “I was right.”

You looked at her curiously, “What do you mean?”

“I’m having a little grandson.”

“How do you know?” You asked, wondering how on Earth she possibly could have that knowledge.

Polly finally removed her hands, tears brimming at her darkly painted eyes, “I’ve had third sight all my life. It’s a boy.”

The simple declaration made your heart swell and you choked a little, looking up excitedly at Michael who’s eyes were shining just as excitedly as yours. “We’re having a little boy!”

Your smile broke into a giddy laughter as Michael reached his arm around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Oh my God… I’m gonna have a son.” The two of you stood in each other’s arms like that for a moment until the clanking of metal on glass stole the room’s attention.

Arthur stood at the head of the room, “I’ve never been much good at making speeches or nothin’ but I just wanted to say how ‘appy I am that you two have found each other. Michael, that’s one beautiful wife you’ve managed to snag there and Y/N, I guess Michael is alright.” The entire room laughed, “Welcome to the family.”

That speech launched a slew of others as the night came to a close and soon you found yourself getting into the front seat of Michael’s car while people threw rice at you, an odd tradition now that you were on the receiving end of it.

“Holy fuck,” you muttered, glancing up at your husband, “We’re married!” A giddy laugh escaped your lips.

Michael reached over, his large hand engulfing yours, “Yeah we are. And you know one of the best parts of getting married? The wedding night.” He suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrow.

When you’d finally gotten home, you began to open your door when Michael called for you to stop, jumping out and running to open the door for you. You rolled your eyes at him, “Thank you.”

You started to walk to the front door when he stopped you again, “Do you have any idea how this is supposed to work?” Without any notice, he swooped up behind you, scooping you up bridal style. “Michael! Put me down before you break yourself! I’m a whale right now!” You pleaded, hoping he wouldn’t hurt himself carrying you to the front door. To Michael, your weight was effortless though and it hurt him to hear that you thought you were so inhumanly large.

Once inside, he set you down, arms wrapping around you and he leaned his forehead down to rest on yours, “Y/N, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and this right here,” He paused as his hands came to rest on your swollen belly, “This is just a testament to how incredibly strong you are. I don’t want you to ever think that this makes you ugly or fat or anything like that because, in all honesty, I think the fact that you’re carrying my baby is quite sexy.”

His soft lips gently touched yours as your eyes slid closed, leaning in to his words and his touch. Slowly, he trailed his kisses down your neck and you let out a breathy moan as he lightly scraped his teeth across that spot he knew drove you wild. “Michael…”

“What is it, love?” He whispered, continuing his work.

“I love you.”

He pulled back, looking into your eyes, “I love you too.” And just like that, the night was off. Michael took your hands and led you to your bedroom for the first time as husband and wife. He pressed his lips to yours again as he began to undo the buttons on the back of your dress, beginning to get irritated after the third or fourth one, “How many damn buttons does a dress need?” He asked, grabbing you by the shoulders and spinning you around so he could get a better view of the buttons he had to undo.

You laughed at him, reaching back to help but he smacked your hands away, “I’ve got this!” Finally, after about a minute, the dress slid off of your body, leaving you in a special set of underwear you’d made just for tonight. Turning back to face Michael, you pulled his coat off and slid his suspenders off his shoulders, his fingers quickly coming to undo his buttons as well.

Everything about tonight felt different from your usual whirlwind hot and heavy sessions you’d had at the beginning of your relationship. Aside from the fact that you hadn’t really had sex since finding out you were pregnant, this was slow and romantic. It was a totally different kind of exhilerating.

You stood facing each other, looking at each other in a totally new light. His eyes scanned across every mark on your skin and he couldn’t believe how gorgeous you could still possibly be. You looked across every scar he’d acquired through work and life and couldn’t help but find every imperfection perfect.

Unable to take the tension anymore, you stood up onto your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips finally, his hands coming to wrap around your waist. Your hands came to rest on his neck as you pulled him in deeper.

Michael stepped you back, not breaking the kiss, until the back of your thighs bumped into the bed. He stood up to kick his shoes off and discard of his pants, leaving him only in his underwear as he looked down at you. He leaned down, ready to kiss you again, before asking, “Is this alright, love? I mean, can we still… y’know, even with the baby?”

You nodded, “Yes Michael, you can still fuck me while I’m pregnant.”

He shook his head, fingers hooking into your panties and he slowly pulled them down, “No, darling, I’m going to make love to you.”

His gentleness sent a shiver down your spine and you were sure it was impossible to be this wet. Just as your underwear had disappeared, so did your bra but his hands came to quickly cover your breasts as he gently just ran his fingertips over them, knowing how sensitive they were and not always in a good way. The light touch had your back arching into his fingers with a sigh of pleasure.

As he played with your breasts, you reached down between your bodies, palming him through his boxers. He let out a low groan at your touch, his blue eyes closing shut. Your fingers moved around him slowly, working him up until he was fully hard. His hand shot down to grab your wrist, “Love, if you don’t stop, we’re not gonna get much further.”

He reached behind you and grabbed a few pillows, “Sit up,” He told you and you obeyed with his help. Michael set up the pillows behind your back so you could lie back more comfortably, “Is that alright?” He asked.

You nodded, “Yeah, thank you. Now Michael, get inside of me.” You were desperate for his touch, for him to fill you up. It had been so long.

Michael’s cock twitched at your vulgar words but was quick to oblige. His underwear disappeared and he pumped himself a few times before lining himself up at your entrance, rubbing his tip along your folds, “God, love, you’re so wet.”

“Michael…” You groaned out when his tip rubbed your clit.

His hand reached down, entertwining fingers in yours, “If anything starts hurting or feels off, tell me and I’ll stop. The last thing I want is to hurt you or the baby.”

You reached up to caress his cheek, “You won’t hurt us.” You insisted.

“If I do though, you need to promise me you’ll say something.” His eyes held so much concern that it just reassured you that you picked the right man to spend the rest of your life with.

“I promise.”

With that, he slowly pressed into you, careful to look for any signs of distress on your face but there was nothing but pleasure.

“God, you’re so tight.” His eyes screwed shut once he finally allowed himself to relax for a second. Once he bottomed out, he stopped, “Everything okay?”

You nodded frantically, eyebrows knit together at the feeling of being so full, “Mhm, just go ahead and move.”

Michael slowly moved his hips back before re-entering you and once a pace was set, he never faltered. Your grip on his hand tightened when his free hand moved down to rub tight circles on your clit, “Oh my gosh.” You moaned, throwing your head back.

It had been so long since either of you had been with each other that it really didn’t take long until you were ready to burst. The coil in your stomach began to tighten and it was only amplified when he hit that spot deep inside you that made your toes curl. Michael could feel you clench around him, “Right there?”

You nodded, your hand going to grip his bicep tightly as he angled himself to hit that spot repeatedly. “I’m so close.” He told you, his cock twitching inside you.

“Me too. I’m so fucking close.” Your body was on fire as you tried as hard you could to hold off your orgasm.

Michael’s circles on your clit got faster and harder, “Cum for me, love. Cum all over my cock.”

His filthy words sent you into a spiral over the edge and the way your muscles tightened around him set off Michael’s orgasm as well. His cum painted your walls as he slowly worked you both through your orgasms until you were shaking.

When he finally pulled out, a mixture of your arousal and his seed dripped out of you in the most erotic display he’d ever seen. He crashed to the bed next to you, breathing heavily as he wrapped his arms around you, never wanting to let you go. You rolled over into his embrace and brushed his messy hair down with your fingers. His eyes slid shut at the gentle relaxing tug on his hair. “I love you.” He whispered, eyes still closed but a content smile on his face.

“I love you too.”

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