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summary: art loves his sweet, little girlfriend, but thinks she'd look even better with a baby at her side!
cw: penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't be fools wrap your tools, y'all), praise kink, missionary position, "baby-trapping" and references to pregnancy/bearing children (reader & art have talked beforehand), reader is fem and is referred to w she/her pronouns, slight size kink(?), inspired by sabrina carpenter's ‘juno’, really short n not exactly proofread so pls bare w me 😭😭
word #: 544 words
a/n: hey y'all!! guess who's back from the dead perchance lmao anyways sorry for basically being mia, classes have been kicking my ass 😭😭 anywhosies enjoy this self-indulgent brain vomit xx <33
"art, honey... i think i wanna try it..."
ever since those words fell from your lips all those weeks ago, art has been nothing but driven completely wild.
almost every night, after coming home from a particularly long practice match or studying, it would always end the same. you bent over or laid up on the nearest piece of furniture while he pounded into you like no tomorrow.
now, of course, you loved it all. the sloppy, almost clumsy nature of his hastily timed thrusts, the tight, but loving grip he held on your hips and thighs, and the praise that would fall off of his tongue like sugar.
"doin' so good, sweet girl... love this cunt, love you s'much... wanna give it to you..." he would murmur into your ear, hips colliding with yours.
"want it... please, art... want it sooo bad." you would cry out softly, only to gasp whenever he would inevitably give in to your pleas and press you tight up against him.
"you feel that? that's me..." he would boast with a quiet, almost prideful chuckle as his hand ghosted over your lower abdomen where he could feel your cunt greedily clenching and taking him in, "god, i just... wanna put a baby in you, you'd look so damn pretty pregnant." and the mere thought of it, you all round and swollen, your breasts tender to the touch and your nipples so easily malleable, especially under art's touch, made you shiver with need.
and each time, he always seemed to know when you were on the brink of a mind-numbing orgasm, as if he had a six sense designated for your pleasure, only.
"c'mon, sweetheart... lemme feel it." he would practically moan in your ear, his thrusts becoming more harsh and punctuated, making the occasional choked whine slip from your throat.
"a-art!... coming, 'm gonna come..." you would practically shriek, clutching onto him as if you were afraid he'd disappear if you didn't. your eyes then rolled back as the buildup finally came crashing down, rendering you in a dazed state and turning both your bones and brain into a melted puddle. art then swiftly followed with a groan, leaning his head back in pure, unadulterated ecstasy as your cunt milked his cock for all its worth.
as you began to come down from your prolonged high, you could still feel him thrusting inside of you, desperately chasing a release of his own, before he finally came with a hoarse grunt, shaky, pleasured sighs leaving the both of your mouths as you felt him from you up entirely with his cum.
and when he pulls out, it only then spurs on the incentive to finish what he started. moving back in between your thighs, he leans in close to your aching, swollen cunt before dragging his fingers through the spend that dripped out of you before carefully plunging them back into you, causing a weak moan to fall out of your mouth.
"careful, baby," art then muses with an almost playful smile painted on his lips, "we're not finished 'til you can make me a daddy, okay?"
and, god, you swore that if you could, those words could definitely make you fall in love with him all over again.
god if i had a beautiful, lovely, exquisite, breathtaking, attractive stunning gf with gorgeous style and just all-around beauty my ass would not be able 2 stfu fr
thinking about soft dom!reader making venetia ride their thigh during her period and omg... 😵💫🥴🫠 (18+, mdni)
"c'mon, sweetheart... i got you. just relax..."
those words snapped venetia out of her daze as she now sat pressed against the surface of your leg. the feeling of the sensitivity of her cunt now being subjected to the pressure of your thigh's muscle and the rough material of your trousers, combined with the syrupy sweet nature of your words was enough to make her soak through her panties.
taking this as a sign, she used this opportunity to start slowly rocking her hips back and forth, a shudder passing through her as she felt the electricity between the two of you begin to grow thicker than molasses, nearly wiping her memory of the aching pain that twisted around in her gut like the pronged thorns of a rose.
"yeah, look at you," you praised her as she kept moving along, "you look so pretty on top of me like this... love seeing my good girl focus on giving herself the pleasure she deserves..."
when she heard this, it managed to draw a whimper from out of her mouth.
good girl...
"i... i'm a good girl..." she found herself thoughtlessly repeating to herself, basking in the sensation that was being provided to her as she rested her head against your shoulder, still attempting to keep up the pace she had set up for herself against your thigh.
venetia then heard you sigh gently into her ear and that's how she knew she was most certainly done for.
"you're right, baby... i love seeing you like this... my girl takes it like a champ, even when she's in pain, doesn't she?" you whisper to her teasingly, playing with the ends of her blonde waves as you kiss her cheek gently, most definitely dreaming of getting a taste of her.
and when you then move your lips down from the plushness of her cheek to the flesh of her neck, she swears right then and there that she's a goner, for sure...