Shidou and getting bred!!!
content warnings: slight feminisation. mean male reader.
It's physically impossible. Shidou knows that, but he can't help but picture it. How would it feel to be pregnant with your kid for nine months? He wants it. He envies the opposite gender because of it.
He doesn't want it to be a fantasy anymore. He wants being knocked up by you to become a reality. The thought alone gets him hard.
He let it slip once. Once.
Now, he's paying the price for it. His legs thrown over your shoulders, your arms hooked around them, his ass pressed right against your balls. Your pace is so mean — cock slamming in and out of his poor hole to the point he's had to bury his face into the pillow to keep himself quiet.
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
"You wanted to get knocked up, right? How else are we gonna achieve that if we don't put the effort in?"
His voice is muffled, and you can barely understand what he's saying, but you try to pinpoint it, "Ain't physically pos-possible. No ma-matter how... ah— we try. 'M still'a guy."
Suddenly, you stopped. The ache in his lower stomach from earlier is slowly coming back, his dick twitching idly against his stomach. He side-eyes you from where his face is mushed against the pillow. He catches a glimpse of the look in your eyes. Disappointment? Anger? Annoyance? He couldn't tell, but the glare caused more pre-cum to ooze from his tip and pool on his stomach.
"I don't give a shit what you think."
Your tone sent shivers down his spine. "You're mine, right? You'll get treated as such. You'll be bred as such. You'll get pregnant as such, no?"
"What's there to "but" about?"
Just when Shidou is about to speak, he's cut off by a nasty thrust that has the words dying in his throat. "You wanted to get pregnant? I'll get you fucking pregnant. You have nothing to worry about. You'll get a baby rightttt in," you let go of his legs, letting them fall to your sides, your right hand then traces upwards and pushes down on his stomach, "here. Ain't nothing to be confused about, Ryusei. No need to ask questions. No need to even fucking think. I'll do all the thinking. Just sit there and take my cock like a good boy, yeah?"
Embarrassingly, your words have him cumming hands-free all over himself like a virgin. His teeth latch onto the pillow — desperate to silence as many of his moans as possible, tears leaking past his waterline and down his cheeks.
"That's it. You're getting the memo now." You grin, hand moving from his stomach to wrap around his oversensitive cock, causing it to stir back to life. His hips jolt upwards from the bed, you force it back down with your free hand. He's not even trying to hide his moans and sobs anymore. He's loud — very loud, but you pay no mind to it.
Shidou doesn't even know what to do with his hands, rushing to place them on your chest, his nails clawing at it while also applying pressure with the palms of his hands, as if he's stuck between trying to get you away or letting you do your thing. He's leaning on the second option more, though. Not that he has much choice.
"Haaah— please, fuck! Pleasepleaseplease!" He pleads, drool dribbling down from the corner of his mouth. He's desperate, whether that's for you, to cum, or both is too much to even think about.
"Yeah. Yeah. I know you want, pretty boy. Go on." Again, he cums, a dry orgasm, but one that has his poor thighs convulsing, tears soaking his pillow, and his ass to tighten around you.
A couple more thrusts later, and you're giving him exactly what he wanted to begin with, a creampie, cum spurting from your tip and filling his ass — "knocking him up."
You look away from his dick and see his shoulders untensing and him relaxing, falling limp against the sheets without the help of your hands.
You tut. "Think we're done? We're going again."
Shidou lets out a choked sob as a response, but you don't miss the way his lip twitches upwards.
author's note: i genuinely got bricked asf (with my imaginary dih) and started fucking yapping omg... holy kinky bruh.