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୨୧﹕fem!reader, he finds out u have a breeding kink
ichigo was panting. hard.
not from the fight he’d had earlier, not from running home with his tie loose and his shirt untucked and his backpack dragging behind him by a strap— but from you.
your legs spread shyly, your eyes wide and warm and innocent, your lips parted like you didn’t even realize how hard you were squeezing his cock while he was balls-deep inside you.
he’d never meant to take it this far. never meant to slip. but fuck, you were so soft. so warm. so tight.
“i’m gonna move, alright?” he whispered, voice cracking like a kid seeing his first porno. he was flushed, eyes flickering between your face and where you were joined, where your puffy, slick folds were stretched around the thick base of his cock.
you nodded quickly, hair a mess around your shoulders. “y-yeah. i’m ready. i think.”
that did something to him.
his hips rolled forward, slow and deep, and your eyes fluttered shut, a tiny gasp falling from your lips. your hands clutched at his shirt like you needed to hold on, like you didn’t trust your body to survive the way he filled you up.
“shit,” ichigo muttered, watching your pussy take him. “you feel so good. so fuckin’ good.”
you blinked up at him, a little dazed, still so sweet even as you were being split open on his cock. “really…?”
“yeah,” he panted, pulling out slow and pressing back in, grinding deeper. “tightest thing i’ve ever felt. it’s like your pussy doesn’t wanna let go.”
your cheeks flushed even redder, and you bit your lip hard—like you were trying to keep something down.
but ichigo saw it.
he saw the way your body tensed, the way your thighs locked around his hips when he said it. and something clicked.
he slowed. leaned down, braced on his elbows beside your head. his cock was still buried deep, your cunt fluttering around him like you were trying to coax something out of him.
“…you’re clenching,” he murmured, lips brushing your cheek. “you like that, huh? when i say shit like that?”
you nodded hesitantly. then paused. “…i think i like… the idea of you not pulling out.”
ichigo froze. dead fucking still.
his eyes went wide, and his face turned scarlet.
“wh—you mean—like—inside?”
you nodded again, more shyly this time. “…it just feels better when i think about it.”
he groaned. loud. wrecked. his hips twitched forward like your words short-circuited every moral instinct he had.
“oh fuck me,” he muttered into your neck, breathing hard.
you covered your face in embarrassment. “i didn’t mean to—!”
“no, no,” he growled, pulling your hands away from your face, fucking into you harder now, like something primal had snapped loose in him. “you can’t just say that and hide, you started this.”
your pussy gushed, wetness spilling around the base of his cock as he picked up the pace, hips slapping into yours with filthy, hot rhythm. the sound echoed in the room—plap plap plap—each thrust heavier, deeper.
“you want me to fuck a baby into you?” he hissed, voice low and breathless, lips brushing your ear. “want me to fill you up and leave it there?”
you whimpered. nodded.
he growled, hand sliding between your legs to rub your clit, working it in tight circles while he buried his cock to the hilt again and again. “you’d look so cute all round and full,” he groaned. “stuffed with my cum, fuckin’ glowing—god, i shouldn’t want this—”
but he did. you could feel it.
his cock twitched deep inside you, every vein dragging along your fluttering walls, thick head grinding your sweet spot with ruthless precision. you were close—so close—and he was right behind you.
“cum inside,” you gasped, nails digging into his back. “please, ichigo, just do it—i want it—”
“fuck—” he moaned, hips slamming in one last time before he came hard, cock throbbing, warmth spilling deep as he filled you with thick, hot cum.
you moaned through your own climax, body spasming under him, cunt pulsing around his cock, milking him for everything he had.
he didn’t move.
just lay there, panting, face buried in your neck, still buried inside your soaked, cum-stuffed pussy.
“…you’re gonna kill me,” he mumbled.
but his cock twitched again. and he didn’t pull out.
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sleepy + needy!caleb doesn’t care how clumsy he seems in the moment — he just needs you so bad. hugging your waist and pulling you close while he achingly ruts into you from behind. his morning wood grinding against the curve of your ass, desperate for some kind of friction. his face nuzzles into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your shower gel from last night, still lingering on your skin. completely intoxicating. he sucks, bites and licks at the flesh, greedy for more.
you whimper at the feeling, his thick cock rubbing against you, straining through his boxers. you don’t even question his behaviour or what got him so worked up, because you’re already soaked through your panties. he doesn’t even have to try — you’re already dripping for him.
and you barely have time to register caleb flipping you over and laying you flat on your stomach, your face sinking into the soft pillow in front of you. he straddles your thighs, his heavy bulge still nestled on your ass like it belongs there. he slides his hands down each side of you, stopping at your hips, where he hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties and pulls them down just enough.
he curses under his breath, seeing your pussy glisten, wet with your slick. it urges him to free himself from the confines of his clothes, which felt like it got tighter and tighter each second. his cock smacks against his lower abdomen, tip flushed red, leaking, begging to be stuffed inside you.
with one hand, he spreads you open, watching your hole clench around nothing. while the other grips his length firmly, guiding himself towards your cunt before slowly pushing himself in. you whine into the pillow, your sounds muffled as he stretches you out ever so slowly. taking him inch by inch, before he bottoms out with a needy groan.
“‘m sorry, pips, just really need you.”
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𝓢ince Toji had started to pick up more shifts at the agency, you were picking Megumi up from daycare most afternoons. You didn’t mind, in fact, you quite enjoyed spending time with the toddler and he seemed to like you too.
Just like you had been, you pulled into the parking lot and got out of your car with a sweet smile on your lips. You chatted with Yuji and Sukuna’s mother who had become a good friend while the other mother’s were envious of your relationship with Toji. The two of you walked into the centre together as you spoke.
“And how is that going?” Kaori asked with a hum, covering her mouth slightly with her hand. She was referring to Toji and his job.
“It’s good,” you nodded and rubbed your arm. “He’s tired a lot but he still makes time for Megumi and I. It’s nice but I hate to see him overwork himself this way.” You paused and realised she was laughing at you. “I– I didn’t mean it like that! He doesn’t need to make time for me, I just–“
Kaori looked concerned as you both reached the kids’ classroom, she was looking through the window.
“Megumi’s crying,” she spoke almost in disbelief.
“What?” You whipped around immediately and gasped, nerves twisting. You had been in Megumi’s life for a good few months and you had never seen him cry, not even when he’d scraped his knees.
You hurried into the classroom and over to the teacher’s desk where Megumi was sitting next to her on a chair with his hand covering his forehead. He really was crying, tears running down his chubby cheeks as he sobbed and sniffled.
“Oh my goodness!” You gasped and walked over, “what happened?”
You picked Megumi up and gently kissed his head, setting him on your hip as he lifted his arms up at you. His teacher frowned and pointed to a little girl with shirt hair in the corner. “We had a punching incident. Megumi was good, he didn’t punch back and when I asked why he said he didn’t want to hit girls.”
“Why did she punch him?” You asked as you stroked Megumi’s hair, his head in your neck as he sniffled and one hand fisted your shirt tightly.
“I’m not entirely sure what started it,” she sighed with a frown as she shook her head. “That’s Mai Zenin, Megumi’s cousin– well, Aunt, technically.”
“R– Right,” you nodded, a little confused. Toji hadn’t really mentioned his family apart from his late wife but you knew he had a rocky relationship with them.
Megumi had fallen asleep in your arms, crying himself to sleep. You wondered what must’ve caused the incident the whole way home as you kept an eye on Megumi while he slept. It was a strange situation considering his teacher said that Mai had never been hostile towards him before.
When you finally arrived back at the complex, Toji’s truck wasn’t in the parking lot and you remembered he had to work late today. You sighed as you got Megumi out of his carseat and took him up to your apartment, laying him on the couch.
As he slept, you turned on Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for when he woke up (one of his fixations lately) as you took it upon yourself to make an afternoon snack.
You were in the kitchen, peeping in to check on the toddler every few minutes as you cut up some apples and strawberries. You stopped what you were doing, hearing it first. Little feet and sniffles moving toward you – then, a little hand pulling at your flowy skirt.
“Hi baby,” you cooed and picked him up again, frowning and wiping more tears from his cheeks. “What’s wrong, little one?”
“Where Papa?” He asked through hiccups as he whined softly, pout on his lips.
You sighed as you gently moved his hair away from his eyes. “He’s still at work, sweetie. He should be home later, okay?”
The toddler didn’t like that answer beginning to cry harder. “Wan’ him!” He sobbed as he threw himself about in your arms before smacking his head onto your shoulder. “Wan’ Daddy!”
You weren’t sure what to do. You’d taken care of children like this plenty of times before but Megumi was different. He didn’t cry, especially not like this. Against your better judgement, you went to sit on the couch with Megumi to call Toji.
You dialed his number, praying you’d get a response as you heard the soft noises of the call tone.
“Hey lovey,” you heard a gruff voice on the other line after a soft tone letting you know the call had been answered. “I’m just about finished here, what’s the matter?”
“I’m so sorry to bother you, Toji,” you mumbled guiltily as you rubbed Megumi’s back. “There was an incident as daycare today… Megs is a bit upset and I think he really needs you back here…”
“Uh, okay. I’ll be home soon, Sweetheart. I’ll be finished in another hour or so.”
You hesitated for a moment before nodding, “yeah, okay. Um.. he– he’s just… he’s crying so–“
“He’s what?!” Toji sounded like he was panicking on the other side of the phone, things clattering around and you heard a zip. “I’m coming home right now.”
“What? I thought you said–“
“Forget that! Megumi doesn’t cry. I’m coming home.”
Your eyes widened slightly, pulling the phone away from your ear as the call disconnected. In a way, you were relieved.
“Comin’ home?” Megumi asked with a sniffle as he looked up at you with watery eyes, your hand still rubbing his back ever so gently.
“Yeah, baby, he’s coming home.”
Megumi instantly perked up as he heard your front door open, the waterworks starting up again as he saw his father walk through the door. He ran over to him as he cried, “Papa!”
Toji dropped his duffel bag and picked his little boy up to hug him. He squeezed him so tight, looking flustered and like he’d just ran a thousand miles.
“What happened, Meg?” He asked, using a nickname that was actually somewhat appropriate for once.
He looked over at you for some answers, walking towards you with the toddler and gently wrapping an arm around your waist to kiss your head.
“Mai punch me!” Megumi cried as he sniffed, nose running.
“Tch,” Toji scoffed, jaw clenching as he gently took the tissue you offered him to wipe Megumi’s nose. “I hate those rotten kids.”
Before berating the girl any further, Toji stopped for a second and asked Megumi, “you didn’t hit her back, did you?” Almost like he was ready to scold his son.
“He didn’t,” you assured him with a gentle touch to his bicep. “Told his teacher he didn’t want to hit girls.”
Toji smiled and gave an approving nod, ruffling Megumi’s hair before kissing his cheek. “That’s my boy.”
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Your hips rolled in slow, torturous circles over Choso’s — not riding, not lifting, just letting your soaked pussy grind down on the aching head of his cock, teasing the tip with every movement. Slick dripped down onto him, making him twitch and pulse beneath you, whimpering with every brush, every denied inch.
He didn’t thrust up. Couldn’t. All he could do was rut helplessly against your heat, jaw slack, sweat beading at his temple. The sound of your wetness mixing with his desperate little gasps filled the room, barely muffled by the low hum of some long-forgotten playlist in the background.
His head was thrown back into your pink pillows, face flushed, eyes glassy with lust. “Please,” he rasped, voice cracking. “C’mon, baby… move.”
His hands gripped your waist tight, nails pressing half-crescents into your soft skin, but not enough to hurt. Just enough to beg. To hold on.
You leaned down, your pink lips a fleeting brush against his jaw. Braids cascaded over your shoulder, teasing his chest, as your breath grew warm against his throat. "Hmm?" you murmured, a deliberate grind of your hips letting him feel the intoxicating edge of your desire, a slow, deliberate tease. "Thought you liked it when I took my time."
The whine he let out nearly made you lose your composure. He bucked up beneath you — frantic, trembling — but still didn’t force anything.
“What happened to all that confidence, baby?” you murmured, your honey coated voice making his cock twitch as you nipped his earlobe. “Cat got your tongue?”
Choso’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused, pupils wide and dark. His hands roamed your hips before settling at your waist again, holding you close, grounding himself in your heat.
“I—I can’t… fuck,” he babbled, voice thick with desperation. “I’ll be good. Please, just—just need you. Need to feel you, doll.”
You finally gave him what he’d been aching for.
Your hips sank down — slow, controlled, letting just the tip slide in — and the strangled moan that tore from his throat was damn near pornographic. He sounded broken. Grateful.
“God, fuck—thank you,” he choked, arms wrapping around your back like he needed to keep you there, like you’d vanish otherwise. And when you slid down all the way, letting him fill you completely in one long, deliberate motion?
He almost sobbed.
