pairing bf! san x fem reader
warnings oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, soft dom! san, subby reader, petnames (baby, princess, love), lots of dirty talk, reader and san are both so gone, reader cries a bit, san has a fat ass breeding kink, san is so incredibly down bad, pussy eater san world domination
playlist baby by me - 50 cent, lights out - chris brown, like it - summer walker, feel it - jacquees, i luv this shit (remix) - chris brown
note uhm so this is unhinged anyway
it’s been about fifteen minutes with your insatiable boyfriend between your legs, and, as hot as he is - shirt mostly unbuttoned, collarbones and shoulders on full display, and back muscles flexing through his shirt - you’re extremely overstimulated.
you’re not sure exactly what caused san to lay you down and eat you out like a starved man, but you’re already two orgasms in, one more impending.
“please,” you plead, and you know he knows damn well what you want, but your pleas fall on deaf ears as your boyfriend continues lapping at your soaked cunt.
“baby,” he practically moans, “just one more. then i’ll fuck you good.”
“san, i don’t have it in me. if i come right now i won’t be able to on your dick.” it’s true, you think. you’re absolutely drained - both mentally and literally.
san pauses, considering. after a moment of weighing his options, he seemingly sees the logic in your assertion and folds. he nearly rips his pants and boxers off, his hard, pink-tipped cock springing free. his shirt is the last to go as he nearly rips it clean off, too impatient to work the last few buttons.
he grabs you by the ankles to bring you closer to him. “ready, baby?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as he lines his cock up with your entrance with his other hand.
he doesn’t waste a second after your nod of approval to enter you, albeit slowly, inch by thick inch. the man lets out a gutteral noise as he bottoms out, drinking up your moans like water as well.
“that’s right, baby, moan for me,” he whispers. “so soft. so sweet. so damn tight.” he nearly hisses the last statement, his grip on your hips almost painful.
“move, please, san.” you’re a mess, tears threatening to spill onto the sheets.
san’s eyes soften, nearly cooing at your wrecked state. “cockdrunk already, princess?” but he grants your wish, thrusting sweet and slow, his hips meeting yours each time he bottoms out. you swear you can feel him in your tummy, his tip definitely bruising your cervix.
“so beautiful,” he whispers, catching a loose tear off your cheek with his thumb. he looks at you like he wants to give you the world, but for now he’ll settle for giving you his kids. “let me fuck a baby into you, princess? gonna get you all swollen and pregnant with my kids, yeah?”
he smiles in satisfaction when you moan and he feels you clench around him, speeding up his hips. “yeah? you like when i talk to you like that? the thought of me fucking a baby into you excites you, huh?”
“please, san.” your voice is full of yearning.
“use your words, my love.”
“please, give me your baby.” you’re nearly begging, head thrown back in pleasure and your neck on full display. “wanna feel my tummy grow with your kid. please, fill me up.”
san nearly moans at your admission. he leans down, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your throat, then a trail of them down to your collarbones, where he sucks hard enough to leave a mark tomorrow.
“‘m so close, sannie! please, please, don’t stop,” you wail, gripping his hair like a vice. he moans in your grip, speed increasing again. one hand moves to rub your clit with his thumb, spreading your slick all around.
“come for me, my baby. show me how much you want it.” he kisses you, swallowing your moans.
“mmm, so bad! need it! please, cum inside,” you nearly scream as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your vision going white.
“so good for me, baby. so sweet and compliant,” san praises. “gonna cum inside this pussy ‘n get you all full and pregnant.”
he cums in you right after, a deep groan exiting his mouth as his body stiffens. “fuck, baby. so fuckin’ tight.”
he collapses next to you a second later, your bodies facing each other. his hand strokes from your waist to your hip, lovingly. gently. like he’s worried you’ll break after how he just treated you.
“you okay? how was that?” he searches your eyes for signs of discomfort.
“so good. is it bad that i wanna do it again?” you murmur into his chest, his hand stroking your hair.
his eyed darken, and you feel his body go rigid. “careful, baby. you don’t wanna end up regretting saying that.”
you grin up at him. “i don’t think i will.”
before you can think, you’re on your stomach, face down, ass up, back arched perfectly with a pillow supporting your body, and san is over you, growling in your ear.
“gotta make sure it takes, right, baby?”
something tells you it’ll be a long night.
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