my name is zsasz! you can call me z if youād like! i use they/she pronouns. pls donāt exclusively use she/her! im 20 (my blog is 18+!). i write & edit sometimes :3
WARNINGS: nsfw, breeding, daddy kink (bo refers to himself as daddy multiple times), mommy kink (bo refers to reader as mommy once but not sexually), talk about getting pregnant (bc duhhh), some teasing from bo. kinda proofread. lmk if i missed any tags!
Boās tongue runs along the warm flesh of your neck as he pumps his cock inside you. Your body was beginning to ache, your leg muscles cramping from the position heās held you in for the last half an hour. āF-fuck,ā Bo grunts, his breath warm. His voice cracks as he speaks, his hips sputtering. āYouāre so fuckinā tight, sweetheart, gonna cum nice and deep inside you.ā
You wince at a particularly deep thrust, your hole clenching tightly around him, and he mistakes it for affection. He always did. You did too sometimes. You feel the hot breath of his laughter before you feel it rumble from his chest, your legs thrown over his shoulders. āYeah, thatās right, darlinā. Daddys got you, heās gonna fill you up nice and full, let you carry around his seed. You want that, right?ā He asks and you cry out, the stretch of his cock almost too much. Youāre not sure why it still hurts after all this time, but a part of you wonders if you like the pain a little too much to accommodate it. āYou wanna carry my baby, darlinā?ā
Your eyes widen as he asks, feeling his cock twitch inside you. He never spoke like this. In the entire time of you being here in Ambrose - was it weeks or months? Maybe a year? - Bo avoided the topic of family like the plague. You remember asking him once if he ever wanted children, and you remember how hard it was to sit afterwards. His thrusts speed up and you cry out in pain, his cock ramming into you with renewed fervor. Your cunt squeezes around him tightly and he grunts, the noise low in his throat. A growl. A sharp reminder of who he is.Ā
āYeah? You fuckinā want it too, donāt you? Right, Y/N?ā He asks, grunting in between each word. He moves his head from the crook of your neck, a flash of appreciation in his eyes as he takes in the hickies and bite marks he had littered across your skin. His blue eyes are dark when he looks at you, sweat glistening off his forehead. āSay it. Say you want my baby and Iāll fuckinā give it to yaā.ā He says and you know heās close.
You realize you are, too. It was so much easier to feel your own pleasure when you knew Bo was feeling it too.Ā
āIā¦ I want your baby, Bo. Please.ā You stammer out, panting. It felt like the pleasure had hit you out of nowhere, knocking the wind out of you, making you feel all of it at once. There was no growing pit in your stomach and no warning. āHoly shit,ā you say, eyes widening as you look up at him. He smiles and you wonder briefly if youāve ever told him how handsome he was. āI-Iām gonna cum.ā
Bo moans, his hands grabbing ahold of your face to keep you looking at him. āGood. Fuck, fuck yeah, cum around my cock, sweetheart, milk me.ā He shudders, his eyes squeezing shut. āA-Always heard that it sticks better when you cum too.ā He says before he groans loudly, pushing the entire length of his cock inside you as he cums. You feel him spill inside you, gasping at the sheer amount, before your own orgasm rips through you. He whimpers, a noise you rarely got from him, as your pussy clenches around him, making sure you got every drop. āFuck, youāre so god damn tight.ā
Bo catches his breath as you ride out your high, grinning down at you in a way that makes you close your eyes, embarrassed at the intensity. You grunt when he moves your legs off of his shoulders, your muscles tense as they flop back against the bed, his cock still stuffed inside you. āDid you mean it?ā You ask quietly, your voice unsure in the dark room. You donāt need to open your eyes to see Bo tilt his head to the side, humming. āAboutā¦ about giving me your baby?ā
His laugh makes you shiver. His finger runs down your cheek as he tsks, mocking. āAww, are you worried I was lying, darlinā? Worried daddy wasnāt gonna make you a mommy, that I wasnāt gonna give you a baby?ā He asks, his voice cruel and low. Your eyes open to look up at him and they widen slightly; you had expected a cruel and teasing grin, but the look on his face was far softer than you had come to know. His usual frown lines were smoothed over, a small smile on his face. He leans down, kissing gently along your cheek and jaw before he settles them right next to your ear. āI meant it, sweetheart. And Iām not done just yet.ā
His hips rock forwards slightly and you whimper from overstimulation, your cunt pulsing.
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