You didn't love the outdoors. You didn't hate it either. Nature is one of the fine things in life, but sometimes it can be a bitch. Today though was an exception. The entire forest was calm and peaceful. Several red flags there from nearly walking into a bear trap to disturbing a beehive, it was all good. The view of the mountains were glorious and the weather was good.

It wasn't until then you forgot that you were all camping. Your husband Gilbert and his brother Ludwig made a recreational family get together, and since you haven't seen Gilbert for so long, due to his work, you couldn't say no to the oppurtunity to spend time with him and his family. It still amazes you how calm Gilbert can be with his ex-girlfriend who married his cousin. And you were surprised that you both became fast friends at your engagement party.

When night fell, you already had painted two pieces and charcoal sketchs of your husband and his relatives. It amazes you how you could get every detail right with him, but not on others.

The creases on his face when he smiles. The shape of his lips, especially his cupid's bow. Whenever he arches his brow. His cute pouts and frowns. That sharp jawline. The shape of his bright ruby eyes with his barely visible eye bags. Every little detail was there. It made you smile.

Your sketchpad was full of your charcoal portraits of him and his family. His brother Ludwig with his husband and daughter. Roderiech with his wife and son. A couples' trip. It was such a romantic rendevous at some points, but not everyone can actually do those things because of the two children brought.

Somehow the children made you miss something, rather it made you feel a bit lacking. It was funny how you didn't want them at first, but now that you've hung out with your niece and nephew it somehow changed your mind a bit. There wouldn't be much time for children all the time anyways. Gilbert had his work as a CEO at their family business and you traveled the world often for your projects and the show you had on National Geographic Channel. But you knew Gilbert wanted kids. He was a family guy. Hr grew up as the eldest son among his relatives and that meant he took care of almost everyone of his cousin as a child at least once.

"You know what, fuck it." You whispered to yourself and stood up from the stump you were sitting on by the fire.

"Have you guys seen Gilbert?" You asked the group.

"He went back to your tent." Ludwig replied as he played with his daughter, who was on his shoulders. "He wanted to get some sleep since he tired himself out from hiking to the three falls with the guide here."

You whistled and remembered that you took that time to venture through the forest by yourself.

"Thanks." You bid everyone a good night before going to your tent.

You walked to the last tent on the right. A simple camping tent. You mentally laughed at his business partners who thought he hated getting himself under the sun or dirty because of being an albino. It would be funny if they found out that he was a great camper and loves to go on an adventure.

"Yo, why the hell didn't you say yoy were sleeping already?" You entered the tent and zipped the entrance once you were inside.

Right after you finished zipping it up, you were grabbed by the arm from behind. The next thing you knew, you were on the sleeping bags on the floor.

"Gil, what the-"

"Shhhh... you don't want them to hear us." He hushed you softly as you froze beneath him.

It was too dark to see, yet you could tell what the look on his face was. From the tone of his voice and his delicate touches, it was obvious. He needed you.

"Dammit Gilbert, you know there are kids outside!" You scolded him with a whisper, but he ignored you and so did your body.

You bit your lip as he unzipped your vest and traced the tip of his nose against your neck. His hot breath tickled you. The teasing scene of him stripping your clothes off seemed to make you feel excited.

"Then we'll keep it down." He then started to kiss you up your jaw.

You struggled to get him off of you, but it wouldn't do anything. The fact that this tent is made out of light and thin materials scared you to death if anyone heard the both of you. He continued those sensitive touches of his as they continue to touch your most sensitive parts.

When your shirt was finally unbuttoned, he lifted up your bra and cupped them. You found yourself biting your lips down from making any noise. You closed your eyes and threw your head back as you could feel the erection though his pants while groping your breasts. His thumbs pressing down and making circles on your rosy buds. The bastard even started rubbing his tent against your covered pussy.

Gilbert finally connected his lips with yours. Fiercely and passionately as the heated moment grew warmer. You started to take his clothes off as well.

Your legs spread even further from each other. The teasing friction tempted you to let a moan out, but you bit your lip down to prevent yourself from doing so. You breathed heavily as you clumsily sprawled your hands on his chest, pulling him closer. He kicked your shoes off and caressed your body. His hands slowly sliding down to your hips. The moment he reached the hem of your jeans he unbuttoned them and pulled them off. He tugged on the hem of your underwear upward, rubbing the fabric against your folds. If you knew that he was planning to fuck you like this, you could've brought better underwear.

"Gil..." You whispered his name, nearly moaning it out.

"Don't say anything." The thrill of keeping quiet excited you even more.

You tried to get your hands on his pants, but he beat you to it. He pulled his pants off and the rest of his clothes except for his underwear. He collided his lips with yours once again and wrapped his arms around you. His left hand around your waist while his right on the nape of your neck. He helped you up in a sitting position, messing up your hair while your around his neck. Making out as if the both of you were in college again, except that it had to be so silent in a tent and not a fraternity closet loudly.

He took your top off and then reconnected with you. An addicting taste of marshmallows and beer. A strange combination. A sweetly intoxicating combination along with the taste of grahams in your mouth. God, it was leaving you breathless. Cutting in between kisses for air, but it was like he wouldn't let you.

He wants to make you breathless.

His right hand traces down your body. Sensually gentle with the ticklish feeling of being aroused. His hand reaching your lower abdomen and down below to your clitoris.

Oh god.

You flinched as your body tensed then relaxed from the sudden attention his fingers gave you. His middle and index fingers started to slowly massage the head of the most delicate of a woman's body. All of those nerves reacted at once sending the arousal all over your body. The ecstacy of the touch just told you that there was no way you were going to stay quiet forever.

You whimpered and bit your lips down even harder.

It was agonizingly slow. Your head was spinning already and it made you feel so crazy. You clawed your nails on his bare back and pulled yourself even closer, straddling over his legs.

"God, you are so wet." He whispered to you that made you shiver. "But not wet enough."

"Oh god, Gilbert." Your voice quivered.

Gilbert started to play with your folds. A finger between the two, slowly swinging back and forth. Not entering you fully.

You could hear the others outside laughing and the kids playing, but you could also hear the pounding of your chest and the heavy breaths between the both of you. The sexual intimacy in such a scandalous way to get caught.

Your breath hitched when his fingers entered you. Your walls immediately reacting to his fingers in you. His thumb kept the stimulation of your clitoris. He thrusted in his fingers deeper that made you finally let out a moan.

Your eyes widened in panic, but Gilbert had other plans. He knew where your special spot was, he knew where to touch you to keep you distracted. And it did. You forgot about that moan that you could feel the pleasure all over you.

Now this time you grabbed his cock. A firm grip around his erection that made him grunt. You both looked down at each others' touches. You had both hands on his dick. You pumped it, your hand going up and down. The other hand palmed on his tip. You licked your lips as you continued your work on him.

He let out a low his as you returned with a heavy sigh. Both of your mouths hung open, but no sound came out. Your knees were growing weak and you couldn't tell if you could even support yourself up any longer.

"Gil, Gil, Gil..." You called out his name as you could feel yourself coming close. "Gil, keep it going!"

"You too." He responded with a gasp.

You were on your high. It was almost there. Your release came and so did his. His hot semen shot out on the both of you. The thick and white liquid all over your bodies. Your juices all over his hands and down your shaking thighs as you cold barely kneel much longer.

You panted heavily, your chest rising up and down slowly. You began to lick the liquid off of your like a cat cleaning itself. He laid down as you licked the semen that came on his body. From his neck, down to his dick.

Your legs were shaking, not from the wavering of energy but from nervousness. There were people outside and as far as you know, the last time the both of you had sex with other people around nearby was in college. It frightened you even more when you remembered there were children around too.

Gilbert sat up and grabbed his belt from the floor.

"Bite on this if you're concerned." He handed you the belt and pushed you gently against the floor.

You took deep breaths before placing the strap of leather in between your teeth.

He wasted no time thrusting his length into your entrance. You bit on his belt hard with a loud hiss. Your back arched and your muscles tensed. Your toes curled and your walls tightened around his member.

Gilbert bit on the other side of the belt. Your arms were around his arms and your legs wrapped around his waist. Rocking your hips against his as you could feel his tip poking your cervix. Your entire body tingled and twitched.

His member went in and out. You breathed shakily.

"Papa!" Yor eyes shot open in fear as you could hear Feli and Ludwig's child nearby. "Can I paint with Uncle Gil and Aunt (Y/n)?"

"Maybe tomorrow mia bambina," Feli's voice came in, "they're probably sleeping."

You sighed in relief as you could hear the footsteps walking away.

Your eyes widened as Gilbert thrusted himself into you harder. You choked out your scream and clawed his back. Your legs held on to his waist tightly.

Gilbert gave more powerful thrusts as you could feel the high of a climax coming. The sweaty bodies as the heat of the moment affected everything around you. The spinning or your head. The pleasure you felt. The thrill of trying to stay silent, god this one made you feel even more excited. The challenged seemed to turn you on to make you climax so easily.

"Oh god!" Your voice was muffled as you could feel yourself release on him.

Your body grew limp, but moments later he released his seeds into you. You gasped as they planted deep inside you. A few more weak thrusts and then he removed himself from you. You threw the belt aside.

He stayed hovering above you. You cupped his face with your hands and pulled him into a kiss. Softly and passionately, he kissed you back. Biting your lower lip and ending it with the gentlest peck.

"I love you so much." He nuzzled his nose against you. "You've been working so hard, I don't know what else to do."

"You noticed too huh?" You chuckled and remembered the art supplied you brought for the trip for your work. "It's actually relaxing and stressful, but thank you for taking it off of my mind."

He kissed you once again before he pulled you against his chest. The cackling of the distant fire lulled you to sleep with the sound of Gilbert singing you German lullabies.

"Guten nacht." Your eyes closed as the night drift into dreams of good.

~Now we do timeskip because this is the point of shit is2g~

You stared at the test in shock.

Two red lines on the pink and white stick appeared to you. You did expect this to happen, but you were still surprised. You felt somehow elated. The joys of being a mother suddenly came into your mind. And Gil, oh god Gil, he always wanted to be a father. You got news for him, good news, and it's not a sold painting this time.

You wore your pants and washed up before running out of the room yelling.

"GILBERT, HOLY FUCK!"

This took me a week to write, I have no idea why. And look, it's smut. Lol. Also shoutout to my crush who gave me a ring like akshskshsj! But it' a friendship ring :')
Auf Wiedershen for now!

-Pumpkin