âPlease let me cum,â Gojo begged, bucking his hips into you as you rode him until he couldnât take it anymore.
He whined and whimpered under you, his platinum hair falling onto his sweat covered forehead. Gojoâs hands hovered by your waist, knowing youâd scold him if he touched you. Heâd been a bad boy today. Youâd had enough of his jokes and pranks and deemed him worthy of a punishment.
You smiled at his whines, placing your hands on his chest. You bounced on his large cock as Gojoâs face twisted. Every grind of your hips made him cry out.
He didnât seem to be laughing now.
âBaby! Sweetheart, please!â Gojo gasped out, struggling to keep himself composed. He squirmed under you, biting his bottom lip to stay sane. Gojo was still driving into you without control over his own body. He couldnât help but grasp your hips, his nails digging into your soft skin. âFuck- please..â he muttered.
âUse your words, honey. What do you want, toru?â You asked, continuing your brutal pace.
âI wanna cum!â
You chuckled, reaching a hand up to grab his chin and force him to look at you. âAre you sorry for what you did?â
It was fun to deny with him this way to coax an apology out of him. Seeing the strongest pleading to fill you up turned you on in unimaginable ways.
âMh! Iâm sorry! Iâm so fucking sorry, please baby.. let me cum. Let me cum inside you..â Gojo couldnât take it much longer. Tears welled in his eyes as the pleasure consumed him.
You leaned forward, giving him a kiss on the lips. âGo ahead,â you permitted, forgiving him.
He whimpered, tightening his grip on your hips and thrusting up into you until he bottomed out completely.
âFuck! oh..â he gasped, finally finishing inside of you. Gojoâs head fell back onto the pillow as his legs twitched. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you too.
You lifted yourself up from his dick, the hot, thick semen spilling out of you and dripping down your inner thighs.
Gojo attempted to catch his breath, still a total mess. Heâd come completely undone for you.
âYouâre such a good boy..â you praised, planting a kiss on his sweaty forehead. He hummed in reply, fully aware of the fact that he was a pathetic fool when it came to you.
authors note: heyoo Iâm back again after half a year lolol, promise Iâll be posting more!!
summary: heâs only good for riding.
You knew this was wrong.
This whole situation was totally wrong.
Each caress, tender yet unsettling, sent shivers down your spine. Each kiss, meant to be sweet and loving, felt tainted by an underlying sense of confusion. Every moan youâd both try to stifle echoed in your mind, a reminder of the conflict between your bodyâs response and your heartâs protest.
This was so wrong.
And your mind would repeat that truth, a mantra of clarity among the chaos, only to be overshadowed by the intense pleasure wrapping around you like a warm, seductive blanket. Why did he have to make things so difficult?
He was the son of a bitch, a character that could easily be described as a worthless bastard. He was a despicable scoundrel, the kind of man who had a magnetic pull that you simply couldnât help but want to fuck.
Damn his charming face, perfectly nestled between your curves⊠to hell with the cocky grin he wore when youâd shiver slightly at a gentle kiss heâd press to your collar bone.
How could he be such a tease at a moment like this, when everything felt so intense and raw? What, does he get off to it, toying with your emotions?
You despised him for it.
It was, to put it mildly, humiliating to be caught in this web of conflicting feelings... yet, at the same time, it felt incredible. There was something so liberating about allowing yourself to release those pent-up emotions, to let go of the control you usually held so tightly.
And letâs not pretend for a second that you didnât have the same effect on him. You knew deep down that your presence stirred something within him, igniting a fire that he tried so hard to suppressâŠ
Each touch of your fingers on his skin elicited a soft groan from him. Every passionate kiss you pulled him into only intensified the pressure in his pants. Heâd grind against you like a wild creature, tear your clothes off like a savage, yet remain as docile as a puppy whenever your dreamy gaze fell upon him. You appeared more stunning than he was willing to confessâŠ
âFuckâŠplease, keep looking at me...â
Heâd beg you for more, his voice a mixture of desperation and desire. Could you even begin to imagine it? A guy like him, the one you had always despised so intensely, now reduced to pathetic mess wanting your attention? It was almost laughable, yet there was something undeniably captivating about it. And despite your better judgment, you would find yourself giving in.
You were both chasing the same thrill he craved, a shared hunger. Your gaze remained locked on him, as he gradually slide into your warmth, both of you letting out soft moans in unison.
Youâd try to convince yourself that this was just a way to relieve stress, an escape from the chaos of life, that it held no real significance, that what was unfolding right now was just a momentary lapse in judgment. But then, the kiss he placed on your cheek, âYou feel so good...shit, I hate that you do...â, would stir a whirlwind of emotions in your mind.
Heâd move at his own pace, but truly you were in control, your eyes telling him everything he needed to know.
âLike this? F-fuckâŠya like that?â Heâd ask, but youâd only groan softly in response.
With your hand pressed against his chest, you swiftly changed positions, your hips pushing firmly into him, prompting him to throw his head against the cushions beneath him.
âO-oh.. holy shitâ fuckâŠit feels soso..mhhf..â he could barely speak from the newfound pleasure.
You would never expect to hear such a sound from someone like him, a person who typically exuded an air of confidence and strength. Yet here he was...so vulnerable, so weak, so pathetic. It gave you a sense of power, fuckâ it turned you on to be able to look down on him like he was nothing. reduced to the worthless piece of shit he truly was.
âYeahhhâŠride it like that babyâ please, fuck..donât stopâŠâ
And when you both came,
Youâd find yourselves entangled in each others arms. Enemies am I right? Sometimes confused for lovers.
âHaâŠSame time next week, yeah?â
ââŠGo suck a dick asshole.â
âFuck, youâre still hot when youâre mad..â
Itâs not really sleeping when youâre with your enemy.
valko loves it as well. maybe, he even cherishes it more.
lying down with his inviting and strong arms open for you, he smirks slyly.
as you're now carefully humping his long nose, his mouth opens to allow his determined and wet tongue through to hastily lap up your beautiful and delicious juices. hands delicately find your moving hips to rest there, gripping harder each time you thrust quicker.
you really can't bring yourself to a halt, his features feel too damn good on your sensitive spots. it's utterly ridiculous.
valko is there beneath you just taking it and letting you use him to ride out your high as you please while he struggles to breathe. he is exactly where he wants to be, where he's dreamed of being. the lengthy and slick-covered tip of his nose is holding the perfect angle, and you're already close to your inevitable climax.
fucking obsessed with the thought of valko cumming sososooo much inside you
he's thrusting and thrusting before eventually he can't hold it in anymore. valko is desperate for his release but he can't bring himself to pull out from your slick, dripping warmth to cum on your stomach or thighs.
"gonna cum baby, mfhh~ hold still." you hear close to you, seconds before sexy sounds of uncontrollable grunting and deep growling.
like a man starved of pleasure, he's howling loudly. the moans escaping his needy lips are overpowering, as your beefy boyfriend atop you isn't afraid to be noisy because he knows that you enjoy it.
he spurts his thick seed between your velvety walls, long rope after long rope with yet another aggressive moan. it's too much for you to take, too much for your pussy to hold. before valko even pulls out, it's already spilling.
each time he breeds you, he releases an impressive amount of cum. lots more than any previous boyfriend you've ever been in love with, and he knows that fact.
it takes two entire minutes before all of it spills onto your asshole and for that time, he's there lovingly with his big nose just inches from your hole intensely watching you push it out.
tired of being a virgin, a drunken haze leads you to ask your best friends to finally step in.
Warnings/Tropes: NSFW, MDNI. Rough, Loss of Virginity, Praise, Overstimulation, Fingering, Oral Sex.
PART 2. Find part 1 here.
âI call dibs on popping her cherry, then.â
âFine.â Valko pouted, and he pressed one last longing kiss against your lips before his hands locked around your wrists, yanking you forward sharply against his chest.
But this meant your ass was perched up to the starved gaze of the man behind you. You felt Calebâs thumb spread your drooling hole, and he almost choked on his spit at the sight of you clenching around nothing.Â
Empty. So empty. You were begging to be filled.
His large palm gripped onto your hips as he shifted behind you, tugging down his boxers, and then you felt the press of his hard dick against your folds. Caleb sucked in air through his teeth at the contact.Â
âTo think you were gonna give this to that son of a bitch.â
SMACK
You sobbed into Valkoâs chest, pain searing through the skin and branding itself in the form of a stinging handprint on your ass.
âIâm s-sorryâ I didnât thinkââ
âOh youâre sorry?â he mocked, his voice going high-pitched and punctuating it with another hard smack across your cheek.Â
You looked up at Valko, doe eyes glistening and big, your best attempt at seeking help. But the insufferable bastard was biting his own lip, stifling a smile. Reaching out to gently wipe away your emerging tears, he raised his hands in surrender. âHey, don look at me, I'm scared of him too.âÂ
And you would consider biting the ever loving shit out of him if not for pain shooting up from your lower end, a huge intrusion splitting you in half.Â
âS-shit.â
Valko immediately kissed you, trying to distract you from the overwhelming stretch, while Caleb's hands soothed the red marks on your skin, still pushing past the tight ring of your entrance.Â
âHoly fuck. Pussyâs so tiny, too tiny.â
Caleb groaned behind you. You were clenching so hard he wasn't sure if you were pushing him out or sucking him in.Â
âYou can take it, pips, youâre doing so well.â
âI can't."
âYou have bigger problems then, donâtcha.â ...Wha?Â
As clarification, Valko grabbed your jaw and tilted your head down, and your mouth went dry at the sight.Â
Much bigger problems.
If you thought Caleb felt huge, Valko was hiding a monster.
âItâs only gonna get worse for you, babygirl,â Caleb murmured, and he bottomed out, his balls smacking your clit as you arched back into him, a cry escaping your lips.
âAtta girl.âÂ
You felt Caleb plant a large palm on the back of your head, smothering you into Valkoâs chest.
âNow stay still and let me fuck you.â
He pulled himself out almost entirely before pushing back in roughly, moaning at the feeling. He repeated the motion till he built up a rhythm, all the while harshly shoving you deeper as the red-haired man kept you steady, pressing kisses on your wrist and cooing praises.Â
Soon enough, the painful stretch of your previously virgin entrance dissolved into pure ecstasy, and you could feel yourself rutting back into him.Â
Caleb was oh so so so gone. Completely lost in your juicy cunt. How did he even wait this long?Â
All your previous orgasms had your pussy being stretched past its limit, sensitive beyond measure, and with the way he kept abusing your sweet spot, assaulting it again and again, you stood no chance. You came yet again, convulsing around him in waves, drooling all over Valko's chest.
And it was more than Caleb could take, he was already shooting up a load along with you, head dropping to your back and clenching his teeth hard enough to shatter bone. Ropes after ropes, probably the hardest he ever came.Â
â âŠDirty tactics pips.â Caleb huffed as he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling your limp, twitchy body back to rest on him instead.Â
Valko adjusted your hips, spreading your legs apart and pinning them back. Still breathless, Caleb wordlessly hooked his arms under your knees as Valko aligned his own dick to your sputtering hole already, barely giving you a break.Â
âMyyy turn,â he grinned shamelessly, eyes dilating at the sight of Caleb's cum leaking out of you. He smacked his tip against your clit, making you flinch and collecting your combined release to swirl around your entrance.Â
âHere comes the choo-choo train, babyââÂ
Valko leaned in to kiss you, and you rolled your eyes. Even through fucking you into the mattress, these boys still managed to piss you off. But whatever retort you had planned never got a chance to materialize, dying in your throat with him roughly thrusting all the way in one go.Â
You stiffened against Valkoâs mouth before you melted into him with a whimper almost immediately, and he smiled against your lips. âGood fucking girl.âÂ
Despite Caleb thoroughly prepping you, you were still gripping onto Valko so hard he couldâve ascended right there. But a wave of annoyance hit him, helplessly possessive at the thought of anyone outside of them getting to feel this, getting to feel you.
All those years of being patient for their sweet little girl, too worried about hurting her, or pushing her too far.
They shouldnât have bothered.
Shouldâve just railed you before any bastard got to lay their hands on you.
Valko growled with his thoughts, not realizing that he had been roughly snapping into you, lewd wet thwops echoing through the room.
Caleb was busy feasting on your neck meanwhile, blooming hickeys wherever he placed his mouth, at the same time flicking and rolling your clit with his fingers, already growing a hard-on once more behind you.
You weren't sure how many times you came that night. But you were definitely gonna feel them for a few days after.
And after the nth round of fucking like bunnies, the two of them were finally exhausted, panting and practically limp. Sprawled on the bed with the guys on either side of you, your body was trembling so much you were fighting to stay conscious.
Caleb leaned in to press a kiss against your forehead, and Valkoâs head shot up from the other side.
âWhat about me, bro?â He pointed to his own forehead, batting his eyes innocently.
⥠Bunny's Note: BEFORE YOU COME AT ME FOR DOING APPLEWOLF AGAIN, i swear I wasn't planning on this part, I was peer pressured đ„. But lmk if yall are sick of it buns â áą.ËŹ.áąâÂ
tired of being a virgin, a drunken haze leads you to ask your best friends to finally step in.
Warnings/Tropes: NSFW, MDNI. Rough, Loss of Virginity, Alcohol Consumption, Praise, Squirting, Overstimulation, Fingering, Oral Sex.
PART 2 here
The spite burning in your chest was suffocating, loud enough to drive your actions before you could even stop yourself. You let him pull you in, watching the distance close as you tried to prove a point in a drunk frenzyâ anything to erase the sting of your friendâs words echoing in your mind.
Face it, no guy wants you because youâve got zero experience, and it shows.Â
But the further you went, the more aggressive the guy got with his movements, and the more you started to regret every second of it.
It was all wrong.
The strangerâs lips pressed against yours felt sickening, opening up a cold, ugly pit in your stomach. Repulsion hit you like a wave, every nerve in your body begging you to pull away. But before you could even shove the man off, a sudden force dragged him away from you instead.
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?âÂ
Before you could process it, a pair of arms swept you off your feet, tucking you firm and safe against a chest with a familiar warmth.Â
When you looked back, you found the guy slammed flat against the wall, pinned by his collar under a very pissed-looking Valko. You blinked, turning your head up to the person currently holding you against his ribs.Â
âCaleb?â
You let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. His large hand immediately slid into the side of your hair, cradling the back of your head to keep you tucked against him.Â
It was all a blur, Intoxication hazed your mind, the neon lights of the party staggering your vision as you were guided away from the noise. Before you knew it, you were being moved into a different roomâ the familiar frathouse bedroom youâd fallen asleep in countless times before, always finding yourself snoring between your two best friends like a litter of puppies.Â
Sighing, you dropped face-first onto the mattress, already dreading the impending interrogation about your recklessness tonight. You were just so upset, completely humiliated by your friends mocking you for still being a virgin. So youâd taken too many shots, and tried to prove yourself by hooking up with a stranger.Â
key word: tried.
You rolled over onto your back to meet the sharp gaze of the two men towering over you. You immediately threw your palms over your face.Â
âI know.â
You were used to them being overprotective; having been inseparable since freshman year, you were the closest friends anyone could be. But between you three, there had always been an unspoken insinuation that there was more to your dynamicâ with your growing crush on both of them, and the dangerously comfortable ways you inhabited each other's spaces.Â
But to say they were terrified of crossing that final line was an understatement. They always pulled back at the last second, leaving you confused and dazed after every touch that got a little too heated.Â
To the rest of the campus, it was obvious you were taken property. Valko and Caleb made sure of it without ever saying it aloud, sharing you with none but themselves.Â
Times like this, though, it was clear that fact wasn't so obvious to you.Â
Valko walked over to the desk, crooking a finger in a  'come here' motion. You got off the bed with a groan and followed him, knowing better than to deny him right now. He cracked open a bottle of electrolyte water and shoved it into your hand.Â
âYou looked like you hated that,â he said, his eyebrow cocked up as he watched you chug the water like a lifeline.Â
âThe kiss? I did,â you muttered, avoiding his gaze.Â
âThen why?â Caleb piped up from the other side, his jaw clenched so tight a tick formed in his cheek. âWhat were you thinking, kissing a random fucking dude?âÂ
You let out a harsh breath through your nose, the annoyance and embarrassment of the night finally boiling over.
âBecause I didnât want to be a virgin loser anymore, okay!â
Both of their eyebrows shot up. Valkoâs face broke into an amused smile. "What?"Â
âItâs all you guysâ fucking fault anyway! Always cockblocking meââ You gestured wildly, pointing a finger at either of them.
â âAnd youâd think at least one of you would man up and fuck me already! But no- Iâm stuck with you two dimwits, and the rest of the campus too fucking scared to touch me!âÂ
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but you were being bolder than ever before, the words tumbling out before you could think.Â
The two of them stood completely shell-shocked, mouths slightly agape as your sudden confession hung in the air. The room was dead silent save for the faint, muffled thumping of the bass outside the door.Â
"Well damn," Caleb huffed a low laugh, closing the distance until the back of your knees hit the edge of the desk. His hands planted themselves on your waist. "If you wanted us to pop your cherry that bad, should've just said so sooner."Â
And he leaned down and smashed his lips against yours. You let out a gasp against his mouth, which he drank right in, turning the kiss rough and impatient. Caleb pressed himself deeper, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips. You barely had time to catch your breath before his grip on your waist shifted, swerving your body around as a surprised yelp escaped your throat.Â
Without a word, he passed you off, handling you right into Valkoâs chest. Your back hit him with a soft thud. Valkoâs hand cupped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his mouth instead. His kiss was differentâsmoother, more indulgent, taking his time to enjoy you. He pulled away for a second to drag his lips down the column of your neck, breathing you in before whispering, âCan you keep up, though?âÂ
He didn't give you a chance to answer. He nudged you right back toward Caleb, who caught you before you lost your balance. Caleb's arms wound around your waist, pulling you flush against himself as his mouth slotted over yours once more.Â
It was dizzying, the way you were being passed between the two of them like a fucking blunt. Â
When you were tossed back to Valko, his hold tightened on your hips. Before your feet could fully touch the floor, he lifted you completely off your toes, forcing you to scramble for purchase against his shirt. Three big steps towards the bed, and he dropped you onto the mattress. You landed on your butt, bouncing softly under your own weight.Â
Valko immediately slotted himself in the space between your legs, hand tangling in your hair as he dragged you to his lips once more. And you felt the bed dip with Caleb slipping right behind you, chest caging you in the tight space between the two guys.
You were running out of breath, unable to keep up with their combined pace. You planted your hands against Valkoâs shoulders and shoved him back, panting as you tried to pull air into your lungs. âG-guys, slow downââÂ
âShouldâve thought about that before you kissed that guy.â Valko leaned right back in, completely ignoring your whines. Behind you, Caleb chuckled, his hands roaming all over your body before pausing at the swell of your chest. He pinched your nipple through your top, making you let out a high yelp. Caleb dipped his head into the curve of your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
âSo sweet, so sensitive.â
Valko pulled back, his pupils fully dilated as his chest heaved unevenly. âI wanna see you, pup. Take it off,â he snarled. But he didn't actually give you the time to do it yourselfâ his hands were already tearing at your clothes, Caleb helping him slide your shorts and panties down your legs until they were kicked off entirely.Â
By the end of it, you were left completely bare and vulnerable between them. And they almost lost it, Valko groaned at the sight, his hands twitching at his sides like he was exercising every ounce of control not to pounce. Caleb, meanwhile, had his knuckles turn white from how hard he was gripping your waist.
In seconds, they stripped down too, shedding their layers until they were in nothing but their boxers, their bare, warm torsos pressing tight against you.Â
Calebâs hand immediately slid down to your folds, finding you swollen and dripping from the overwhelming way they were handling you. âFuck... cute little pussy.âÂ
Valko dove right into your chest, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples while his fingers rolled the other, breathing heavily against your skin.
Caleb whistled at how easily you were leaking all over his fingers. He experimentally pressed one finger inside, making you let out a high mewl. Grinning at how responsive you were, he pushed his finger all the way in. âShitâ Val, sheâs tight.âÂ
âHow are you planning to take the two of us like this, pips?â Caleb mused, feeling your pussy clench so tightly around his finger that it almost pushed him out.Â
Valko circled your nipple one last time with his tongue, pressing a hard kiss before pulling away and wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. âJust gotta break her in.âÂ
âHell yeah,â Caleb muttered. He didn't waste another second before aligning a thick second finger and sliding it in as well. Your hips bucked up instinctively, but Valkoâs hands clamped down on your thighs, pinning you captive and whimpering helplessly against the intrusion.
Caleb started working his fingers in a steady, rolling rhythm, his thumb grinding over your clit while his fingers poked and prodded inside, hitting a spot that made your eyebrows scrunch and your toes curl hard against the sheets.Â
âFuck. caleb- caleb.â
âI know, pretty girl. Let go.â And like your pussy had a mind of its own, she listened. Your vision went completely white, clenched tight around his hand, crying out as a wave of slick poured over his fingers.Â
Caleb released his fingers, casually licking the lines of slick rolling down his hand. Valko grumbled under his breath, pouting like a kicked puppy. âHey I want a taste tooââÂ
Caleb shoved his wet fingers straight into Valkoâs mouth, smirking as his eyes went wide before letting out a snarl. A moment later, Caleb pulled his hand back with a hiss, inspecting his fingers to find faint bite marks left on his skin.Â
Valko shot a smirk back. âThanks for the helpââ He lowered his body between your trembling thighs, his eyes locked onto yours. â âBut I prefer it straight from the source.âÂ
He dipped his head right into your weeping cunt, wasting no time before latching his mouth over your clit.
The way he devoured you was like a starved man, thrusting his tongue inside, swirling over your lips, his thumb working in tandem to rub circles over your clit. It was too much. And before you knew it, you were cumming a second time, squirting messily all over Valkoâs mouth as your body went completely limp in Calebâs arms.
âShit. im- im so sorry! I didnt mean t-â
âShutââ Valko pressed a hard, wet kiss straight against your sopping cunt. â âup.â He pushed himself back up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and flashing a deranged smile.Â
âThatâs not fair,â Caleb huffed incredulously, looking at Valko like heâd just stolen the best prize. He reached around and gave your sensitive pussy a sharp slap, making you sob aloud from the overstimulation.Â
âI call dibs on popping her cherry, then.âÂ
Safe to say, things were never going to be the same after this.Â
perm: @lanalemonn @hilliserose @aliceonice
⥠Bunny's Note: Alas im doing applewolf again, how much is too much đđ„ â áą.ËŹ.áąâÂ
your ex used to say that you were âtoo loudâ during sex⊠but he says, âthe louder, the better!â
feat. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb x fem!reader (no valko yet âcause i donât wanna mischaracterize, and iâm still holding onto the hope that he WILL be back)
cw: smut; dirty talk; oral sex (fem receiving); fingering (fem receiving); cowgirl; doggy; hair pulling; belly bulge + size kink; missionary; biting; slight masochism (caleb); the âexâ in question is implied but not explicitly mentioned, so this can just be read as someone who is embarrassed to moan in front of their partner teehee
notes: birthed this concept whilst in the shower, actually. signed as someone who has never had a toxic ex but does live in a house with thin walls <3
nsfw content below the cut! minors dni
âmmfâŠâ
the low, needy moan resounds from between your thighs. it sends mind-numbing vibrations up your spine.
xavier almost looks like heâs enjoying this more than you are.
your legs, bent at the knees, are thrown over his shoulders. his hands are at your hips, fingers dug desperately into the softness of your thighs like he needs to anchor himself to reality. to you.
the only sounds filling the room are his hot, heavy breaths and the obscene slurp of his mouth against your pussy. he eats you out like itâs the only thing he was put on this earth to do.
in his mind, thatâs a pretty good life purpose to have.
he flattens his tongue against your folds before licking a slow stripe upwards. then, he flicks the tip of it right over your clit.
you throw your head back and gasp. your fingers curl around the sheets.
he seems to perk up at the subtle hitch in your breath. suddenly, he lifts his head away from your wet heat. you swallow back the whine of protest that almost crawls its way up your throat.
the lower half of xavierâs face is shiny with slick. his eyes are hooded, pupils blown so wide that his irises are nothing but slivers of blue. he licks his lips, looking absolutely debauched and just like sin incarnate.
âcome on, starlight,â he says, voice hoarse and a little breathless. âi know you can do better than that.â
instantly, you flush.
âxaviii,â you whine. âitâs embarrassingâŠâ
your boyfriend doesnât respond.
instead, he just dives right back in.
with the way his mouth is moving, it seems as though heâs trying to force every moan out of your throat through your pussy. he shoves his tongue into your entrance and swirls it around inside. his arms lock a little more securely around your thighs.
heâs determined, youâll give him that.
your mouth falls open, but the only noises spilling from those pretty, perfect lips are your labored breaths. your chest heaves as you struggle to suppress the wave of pleasure that threatens to swallow you whole. all you can do in your attempt to fight it is squeeze your eyes shut.
xavier is having none of that.
the lascivious sound of him making out with your cunt intensifies. itâs like heâs trying to wring out every sound that he can get. heâs relentless in his pursuit. he licks and sucks and groans, eyes rolling back in bliss at the taste of you. his nose bumps against your clit, and you jolt.
âxav⊠hah, x-xaviâŠâ
âmmh.â
his reply is halfhearted at best. the way he sucks your clit into his mouth is anything but.
âxavier!â
your back arches off the mattress as his teeth graze over the sensitive bud.
the cry of his name has his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. his eyes light up for a moment before darkening with arousal.
he shoots you a grin that is very unbefitting of his sweet, boyish features.
âthatâs it, angel. give me more.â
zayne has always been quiet during intimacy. usually, the most youâll get out of him is a low grunt or groan, a whisper of your name or the occasional expletive muttered under his breath. so it was only natural for you to assume that he would also be turned off by a partner who is vocal in bed.
you couldnât have been more sorely mistaken.
âdarling.â his voice is deceptively calm, even as two of his fingers scissor relentlessly in and out of your dripping hole. âplease remove your hand from your mouth.â
you barely hear him through the blood rushing in your ears. and even if you could hear, you doubt youâd be able to comprehend it. your brain already feels like itâs melting into a puddle of mush in your skull. when he crooks his fingers upwards, your whine is muffled against your palm.
zayne clicks his tongue.
âdonât make me repeat myself.â
his words are laced with an icy-cold edge that wasnât there before. you know that tone. you know it means business, and promises punishment if you donât behave.
so you swallow your pride and ask.
â⊠huh?â
well, you try to, at least.
ever-gracious and oh-so-patient, he reiterates his request. this time, you catch it.
slowly â hesitantly â your hand drops down to your side.
he hums. âgood girl.â
his fingers continue to pump in and out of your sopping cunt. the wet shlick, shlick, shlick that hits your ears makes you want to close your thighs around his wrist.
âzayne,â you gasp. âpl-please, zaynie, iââ
âshhhâŠâ his hand skims up your side, calloused palm sending shivers up your spine. ârelax, my love.â
âb-but⊠i canâtâŠâ you choke on a sob, squirming uncontrollably beneath his touch. âi canât help itâŠ!â
âi know, darling,â he says. âgo on. let yourself go.â
your cheeks flush. adamantly, you shake your head. when the tips of his fingers graze your g-spot again, you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to muffle your whimper.
a quiet sigh escapes from zayneâs lips. it isnât a sound of anger or frustration or even disappointment. it almost seems pitying, really, when coupled with the sudden softness of his gaze.
the hand that was once a grounding presence at your waist finds a new home at the curve of your jaw. he gently tugs at the corner of your mouth, coaxing you to release your bruised lip from between your teeth. when you finally heed his silent command, he immediately slides his thumb past your parted lips.
âthere,â he murmurs, half to himself. âkeep it open. just like that.â
your brows furrow in confusion as your sex-addled brain struggles to comprehend why his grip on your jaw has become so firm.
you donât get the chance to figure it out before he slips another long finger into your fluttering pussy, angling all three upwards until youâre seeing stars.
the moment the heel of his palm grinds down over your clit is the moment that finally breaks you.
âah!â
the moan you let out is embarrassingly loud, thanks to the way your mouth has been pried open against your will. your entire face feels like itâs been set on fire.
zayne, of course, hardly reacts. only the faintest twitch of his lips and the glint in his eye gives him away. but you can tell heâs pleased, because the next words out of his mouth are gravelly, rough, and a little bit strained.
âgood girl.â
for someone who dedicates his life to the pursuit and creation of art, you think that rafayel himself rivals even the most stunning masterpieces currently in existence. especially when heâs sprawled out on the bed beneath you.
a beautiful rosy hue is painted across his cheeks, reaching all the way to the tips of his ears. his eyes are half-lidded and hazy with bliss. his jaw is slack, lips parted around the prettiest moans youâve ever heard. just the sound of them causes heat to flare up in your gut.
and yet, you still havenât let out a single pleasured sound of your own. not because he isnât making you feel good; in fact, quite the opposite is true.
old habits die hard, as the saying goes.
your hips slow to a near-complete stop as you grind yourself languidly against him. youâve been riding him relentlessly for nearly twenty straight minutes, and your thighs are beginning to ache.
rafayel lets out a whine of protest at the sudden lack of friction.
âcutie,â he whimpers, voice breaking around the syllables. âd-donât tease. youâre killing me here.â
âi know,â you say. âfuck, âm sorry, raf, justâ give me a secâŠâ
his hands tighten around your waist. you can tell his patience is starting to wear thin.
youâre thankful that your hands are already braced on his shoulders for stability. if they werenât, you wouldâve toppled forward the second he started moving.
you hadnât even noticed the way he planted his feet on the mattress until he begins to jackhammer up into you. he immediately sets a downright brutal pace, hips colliding mercilessly with your own. his fingers dig into the plush of your ass, bouncing you up and down on his cock. heâs not so much guiding you as he is pulling you down â like a siren dragging an unlucky sailor to their demise.
you, of course, are far from unlucky. but you do feel like youâre drowning, with the way he leaves you gasping for air.
ârafâ w-wait, slow downâŠ!â
but he canât. heâs already too far gone, lost in the heat between your legs and the way you clench so perfectly around his length.
his thrusts are sloppy, mindless and desperate. he needs you even more than a fish needs water to breathe. but the fervor with which he ruts up into you is almost punishing, as if heâs trying to say, look at what youâve done to me. look at how you ruin me.
heâs a wreck. your wreck. and you love it almost as much as he does.
youâre pretty sure youâre going to find bruises in the shape of him tomorrow morning.
âsh-shit, shit, shit,â rafayel warbles, âyouâre so beautiful⊠perfect⊠gorgeous⊠my museâŠâ
each word is punctuated by a sharp snap of his hips. your fingernails dig into his shoulders until red, crescent-shaped indents mar his milky skin.
his moans are unabashed, and oh, so loud. you feel every sound like a vibration in your very soul. youâre lucky he has no neighbors. you still half-expect to receive a noise complaint.
the bedroom is filled with just that â the echoes of his pleasure and the wet slap of skin on skin and your heavy breaths laced with faint whimpers that refuse to fully form.
that is, until he shifts his angle. the swollen head of his cock slams against your spongey front wall, and you shriek.
the sound is so abrupt, so raw, that it feels like it was torn from your chest. mortified, you clamp both hands over your mouth in shock.
rafayelâs pace falters. for a moment, he stills. and for the first time since you took him to the hilt tonight, heâs silent.
the air between you is thick, charged with electricity and something more.
your brain screams at you to do something. apologize, or push yourself off of him, or bury your face in your hands and vow never to look him in the eye again out of sheer embarrassment. anything.
then, he smirks.
he doesnât even give you a chance to blink before your positions have flipped. the air is knocked out of your lungs as your back hits the mattress, in the exact spot he lay mere moments before. the sheets still carry the warmth of his body. you canât even fully process the loss of his cock or the emptiness that follows, because in an instant heâs already shoving back into you with a force that makes your back arch and your throat go hoarse with the weight of your scream.
âyes,â he gasps, âthatâs exactly what i need. come on, cutie, let me hear how good i make you feel.â
of all the positions sylus has put you in, you think you like this one the best.
not because he reaches the deepest like this, although that certainly is a perk. not because itâs the most comfortable, because if youâre being honest, your knees are starting to hurt.
no, itâs because in this position, you can afford to be as loud as you want.
your hands fist the sheets beside your head as you bury your face a little further into the pillow. the loud moan that rips through you as his hips collide with your ass is completely muffled.
and sure, your drool stains the pillowcase. your teeth catch on tear-stained silk every time the pleasure grows impossible to bear. and yes, you have to admit that itâs getting harder to breathe.
but it feels so good, you forget to care.
âkitten,â sylus groans out from somewhere above you. âif you keep squeezing me like that⊠this will be over sooner than you think.â
all you can do in response is whine and grind yourself back against him, forcing him deeper until you damn near feel him in your womb.
his grip on your waist tightens, fingers leaving indents in the pliant flesh.
âyouâre determined to push every single one of my buttons tonight, arenât you?â his voice never wavers, though it takes on a new timbre.
your back arches a little deeper. you try to mumble out a response â really, you do â but the only thing you can manage is a choked-out sob into the pillow. the sound vaguely resembles his name.
the obscene squelch of your cunt and the heady smell of sex permeate the air. combined with the considerable lack of oxygen in your lungs, the whole situation is making you feel somewhat dizzy.
another hard thrust drives his tip just below your cervix, and the cry you let out turns your throat raw. you claw desperately at silken sheets, scrabbling for purchase. part of you wishes your nails were raking down sylusâs back instead.
he leans down until you feel the hard planes of his chest against your shoulder blades. his breath is hot as it fans enticingly over the shell of your ear.
âthatâs it, sweetie,â he all but growls, âtake it. all of it.â
your jaw goes slack as you keen.
before you realize whatâs happening, one of his hands is sliding down your body â from your waist to your front, right where your pelvis is canted up at an angle and away from the mattress beneath you. the tips of his fingers trace the curve of your stomach. they linger just below your bellybutton, applying the slightest pressure untilâ
there.
he feels it. the slight swell that protrudes from your tummy every time he surges forward. his palm flattens over the area. partially for support, keeping you upright, but mostly just to feel the physical evidence of his size and what it does to your body.
a strangled whimper escapes your throat.
youâre getting close. you can feel it. the tightening in your core, the way your pussy squeezes around him like itâs trying to suck him in even deeper.
sylus feels it, too.
you barely have time to process the momentary high before youâre falling over the edge, the pleasure wracking through your body like a tidal wave.
the noise that falls from your lips is strangled and undignified, voice cracking into something unrecognizable as your own.
you donât register the sudden rush of air that hits your lungs until itâs too late.
the pillow is no longer pressed against your face. silk is no longer clenched between your teeth.
instead, a fistful of your hair is tugging at your scalp, held up by sylusâs hand. the other is still at your stomach, helping to hold you upright.
you canât see it, but sylus has that signature devilish smirk of his painted across his infuriatingly handsome face.
âthere we go. thatâs what i wanted to hear,â he says, sounding much too smug for his own good. ânow, i want you to do it again.â
sometimes you wonder how your loving boyfriend can be so damn mean.
caleb is unbelievably sweet in all other aspects of your relationship. seriously, he checks every box. he cooks, he cleans, brings home flowers, opens the car door, pays for all your dates, lavishes you with all the love and affection you could ever want or ask for⊠et cetera, et cetera, so on and so forth. all of it. the works. heâs at your beck and call.
but right now, heâs fucking you like he hates you. heâs got your legs hooked over his hips, knees locked around his waist and ankles crossed at his back. his cock pistons in and out of your dripping hole like heâs trying to drill his way up into your stomach.
not that itâs a bad thing, of course. youâd be lying if you said you didnât love it.
but heâs making it really hard to stay quiet.
your teeth sink into his shoulder. itâs the only way you can think to muffle the needy whine that almost falls from your lips.
caleb grunts in pain. or it could have been a low moan of satisfaction. you wouldnât put it past the masochist in him. and youâd hardly be able to tell the difference, anyway, since it feels like your head is stuffed with cotton.
he slams into you again, and you bite down a little harder. if you were anywhere near coherency, youâd probably be afraid of breaking skin. not that he cares if you do.
his hands are clenched into tight fists, biceps flexing on either side of your head as he digs his nails into his palms. itâs all he can do to ground himself â and to keep from cumming too fast, but thatâs a secret that will stay with him.
his chest is flush against yours. he can practically feel every breath you take, the thrumming of your heart against his own⊠and, of course, the soft curve of your breasts, the tantalizing way they slide and bounce with every move.
admittedly, the latter is taking up a large portion of his attention.
your entire body jolts with every roll of his hips. youâre pretty sure youâre drooling against his shoulder.
itâs not enough for caleb. he's greedy. he wants more.
he wants to see your face. he wants to see your pretty little fucked-out expression, with your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolling out of your slack-jawed mouth. but that would require separation. pulling his sticky, sweat-slicked skin away from yours. drawing back from the heat of your body. and he doesnât want that. oh, no. that's the last thing he wants.
he supposes that some sacrifices must be made.
so he squeezes his eyes shut, lest he succumb to the temptation. and then, he picks up speed.
the sudden change in pace almost breaks you. the whine catches in your throat.
he notices.
âcâmon, pipsâŠâ heâs panting like a dog. âi know you canâ fuckâ g-give it to me⊠i want to hear that pretty lilâ voice.â
your nails scratch at his arms, as if in protest of his words. you shake your head weakly. he chuckles, the sound dark and throaty and laced with danger.
âaww, donât be embarrassed. iâ ah, i like it when you get loud.â
caleb knows you like the back of his hand. every thrust is full of intention, the angle of his hips precise. it has sparks exploding across your vision and a moan on the tip of your tongue.
âyouâre close, arenât you? i can feel you clenchinââŠâ
your pussy lets out a lewd, slick sound in response, answering his question for you.
âthatâs right, baby,â he groans. âtell me how much you love my cock.â
youâre pretty sure he isnât even talking to you anymore.
your head falls away from the junction of his neck, the tip of your nose tracing along his jawline. you inhale deeply, and the scent of his skin fills your lungs.
âcaleb,â you slur, lips brushing over the shell of his ear. âpleaseâ hck! w-wanna cumâŠâ
you can almost hear the wicked grin in his voice as he responds.
âhmmm⊠i dunno, pips,â he says, pretending to mull it over. his pelvis grinds over your clit, and you sob.
âmaybe if you say it louder, iâll consider it.â
final remarks: phew, baby's first smut fic posted to the big tumblr dot com. ngl i think i did xavier kinda dirty here, his portion had the shortest wc at 507 :(
content tags/warnings: established relationship, smut, chubby reader, appreciation, smut. âËâĄ
a/n: i love to imagine toji loving women who are thicker and softer. aka me LOL
toji has always had a general impression of his sweet, soft girlfriend.. you. that for the most part, you were rather innocent from his more lustful nature, and didnât quite indulge as much as he did or have much knowledge. yeah, you guys would have sex, but you were always so shy about it, and he was the one to teach you quite a lot during intimacy.
but he found himself very much wrong one day.
he was visiting your little cozy apartment after you both had went on a date to watch the horses race, and you were in the bathroom, leaving him alone in your room for a spell. toji was settled on your bed, about to grab your laptop to put something on for you both to watch, knowing you would want to relax and snuggle with him soon.
thatâs when he saw your phone on the bed, and it was unlocked, on the lock-screen which had a picture of you both during one of your cute little dates. âtch, figures.â toji murmured to himself fondly, finding it endearing that youâd have him as your lock-screen.
toji wasnât much for invading your privacy, he knew to respect any boundaries you would place, but fuck, who would he be to lie to himself? he wanted to know your secrets, what you did on your phone when he wasnât around⊠a tiny part of him was nervous that maybe you would be talking to another man, but noâ he trusts you, wholeheartedly.
. . .
five minutes on your phone, and the way he used to see you had shifted quite a bit, in the best way possible.
smutty fan-fictions, saved porn videos on twitter, lustful thoughts you would post on your social page in an anonymous account about getting dicked down⊠you werenât the innocent little thing he thought you were after all.
toji had a feral grin on his face. âshit, princess. youâve been hidin' from me.â he murmurs, his free hand groping his already hardened cock beneath his black jeans. this was his best discovery yet since the day he had tried pork ramen for the first time.
and so, when you had stepped out of the bathroom, you saw the way toji looked like he had just found treasure, all mischievous and clearly up to something. so with a soft, confused expression, you closed the bedroom door and addressed your boyfriend. âtoji? what has you so⊠giddy?â
âyou tell me, dollface. what has me so âgiddyâ?â he repeats your question rhetorically, before slowly standing up, approaching you and looming over your shorter form, your eyes widened as he then backed you up against the wall. ât-toji?â
thatâs when he held your phone screen right to your face, the screen showcasing your secret social account, where your most recent post was talking about âbeing folded into a full nelson while being dicked down like a bitch in heat.â
ât-toji! you went through my phone?!â you squealed with embarrassment, trying to snatch it. but of course, being the meanie he is, he held the phone up high, way out of your reach with a shit eating grin on his handsome face. âgive it back, please!â you whined. âyou canât justââ
âgive it back?â he firmly interrupted. âgive it back when i just found out that my pretty girl is such a dirty lil' thing? fuck that.â he smirks, before tossing your phone onto your bed and gripping your plump hips, then pulling you right against his erection. âbaby, you owe me for keepin' this from me⊠tell me, why have you been hiding from me?â he whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe, making you shiver.
âi saw them videos ya saved to your bookmarks⊠of sexy lil' things like yourself being fucked proper by a real man. saw the things you were saying on those blogsâŠâ toji continued, grinding his prominent bulge against your soft tummy. ât-toji, youâŠâ you stammered over your words, feeling flustered and defeated.
âi just⊠i dunno. i didnât know how to⊠act like that in real life.â you tried to explain, your chubby thighs quivering with fearful excitement as you felt his hands rubbing up and down your hips. your panties weâre already soaked. âi feel confident on my phone, b-but⊠not so much outside of it.â
âthen let me help you, doll.â toji growls as he then suddenly lifts you up as if you weighed little to nothing, a cute gasp escaping from your lips. âah!â your limbs wrapped around him tightly, already knowing you were in for a long, long afternoon.
âweâre actin' out every damn post youâve made. from the full nelson, to doggy style. you ainât gettinâ out of this, baby.â toji chuckles as his large hands slide down to roughly grab onto the soft, plumpness of your ass as he grunted, holding you up effortlessly. âgonna have to fuck ya until you canât think anymore. gotta show this sexy body some love.â
two hours. two hours, and he was utterly relentless, not giving you any mercy. no breaks, no nothing. you had already came at least⊠4 times now? each orgasm becoming more and more intense as he milked them out of your system.
âhahâ f-fuck! toji, please!â you squealed, tears and drool smeared over your pretty, flushed face. hell, you still had some of his cum on your nose from when he face fucked you just an hour ago.
you were both in bed, and you were positioned to be on your trembling hands and knees, your plump ass in the air and face shoved into the soft mattress. toji was grunting and panting like some beast, his sweaty chest pressing against your quivering back as his thick cock drove in and out of your clenching, creaming pussy. âfuck, canât get enough of this sexy body. canât get enough of you. do you see what youâre doin' to me, babygirl?â he growled, his large hands sliding from your hips and up to your jiggling tits to roughly grope them as he thrusts in, and out, in, and outâ with a relentless pace that was abusing your g-spot.
sex with toji was always intense, was always draining and so utterly satisfying, but this⊠this was just insane. you could feel your mind going fuzzy, you couldnât think straight. what even was your name? where were you? hell if you knew.
the sound of his heavy balls going âfwopâ and âslapâ against your skin, the sensation of his veiny cock itching your overstimulated walls with each, mean thrust, and the way his hands were groping your softness like he could never let you go, not leaving one part of you untouched⊠it was all you ever wanted. all you could think about.
not even five minutes later, after making you orgasm a record-breaking fourth time in a row, he was sitting on his knees in the bed, his muscular arms branded around your waist. you were positioned to be laid upside down in bed with your lower body being supported by his strength, your chubby thighs uncontrollably trembling around his head as his face was buried between them, feasting on your slick, sensitive cunt. his tongue was bullying your poor little clit as you loudly moaned and cried out so shamelessly, a contrast from your usual, kitten-like moans.
âmmphâ fuck.â toji groaned heavily against your pussy as he slurped and tongue-fucked your poor hole. his knuckles were nearly white from gripping your hips so tightly, his dark, green eyes never leaving your face as he feasted on you. you were a vision of beauty, a vision of bliss.
ânever fuckin' hide away from daddy again, you hear me?â when you didnât respond, too invested in the painful pleasure he was providing, his hand roughly smacked your ass, making it recoil and bloom with his red handprint as you cried out. âi said, do you fucking hear me?â
ây-yes! yes daddy, never, ever again!â you loudly cried out. you were just a cute little mess, face damp and flush, pussy sloppy with mixed-fluids and clenching against tojiâs skilled mouth. if there was a heaven, this would be it.
by time another hour had passed, you were now laid on your back in the sweetest, meanest mating press. but it wasnât rough or dominating like these past two hours have been. noâ toji was fucking you with slow, deep strokes, letting every long inch of his cock slide innnn, and out of your desperate cunt.
you couldnât think, couldnât speak. poor you, you were just taking it so perfectly, his leaking, slick tip kissing your g-spot with terrifying aim. your sweaty bodies were rubbing and pressing together, your noses brushing against one another as he whispered to you against your pretty lips.
âmy perfect girl. so fuckinâ beautiful, so mine.â he moaned, continuing his sensual thrusts. the haze of lust wasnât gone, but now, it was electrified with genuine appreciation, with love. âtoji loves you, ya hear me? i love you so damn much.â he whispered in your ear, before pressing hot, wet kisses down your neck and shoulder, his breath hot and heavy against your skin, causing you to whimper and get goosebumps, a little chuckle rumbling in his chest.
âgonna fill this soft tummy with my baby. youâre gonna take it, yeah?â he breathed heavily as he stares down at you. you nodded desperately, your words slurred and a bit incoherent as you moaned. âg-gonna take it⊠mmhâ!â right as you replied, he increased the pace, his cock throbbing deep inside of you as he pounds you with all heâs got.
âfuck fuck fuckâ gettin' close again, doll. take it, take this dick.â he growled loudly as he fucks you harder and faster, holding your plump, hickey-covered thighs on his broad shoulders as he trembles, his hips beginning to stutter and twitch. he was losing his goddamn mind.
toji stares down at you, godâ you were so fucking beautiful. your curves, your stretch marks, the way your soft skin jiggled with the force of his thrusts. it was the perfect, final push to the finish line.
âuuhâ shit!â he groaned and gasped as his thrusts became shorter and more desperate, before slamming into you one last time, his hips pressing snugly against yours as he trembles and groans. âfuckkkk⊠take it, baby. thatâs itâŠâ he hissed through his teeth as you squealed and whimpered, cumming in tandem with your beloved. your pussy pulses rapidly and releases a slick, slimy warmth against his shaft, sucking him deeper inside of your womb as his tip releases his hot, fertile seed deep inside of you, ultimately marking you as his. his cock was like a fountain, spurting so much copious amounts of his cum deep inside of you.
now, the both of you lay panting, trembling, and utterly spent. toji squeezes you close into a bear hug as you had just passed out beneath him, into a needed slumber after being fucked so good. toji kept his dick deep inside of you as he catches his breath. âshit⊠love you so damn much.â he murmured softly, admiring your peaceful, sleeping face.
one thing you knew for sure, you were definitely gonna need some proper aftercare.
He'll have you sit on his lap naked, just so you'll get his jeans dirty. Something about it really makes his cock throb.
Or, he'll fuck you on his fingers while wearing his favourite pair of gloves before a mission, just so he has something to lick and smell when he gets lonelyâand you do get a helluva fucking when your scent wears off his gloves sooner than usual. As if you can control that.
After one too many punishments for that though, you pushed him down and sat on his face while he wore his balaclava. Practically waterboarding the bloke with your arousal. Simon always loved when you were just as perverted as he was.
The thing that turns you on disgusts you the most? You'll be bent over in your kitchen, garden, laundry; and Simon'll come up behind you, shove his fingers in you before pulling them out before you can properly register what he's doing, walking off and sucking his fingers with a pleased hum.
You've scolded him for it countless times, yet the pervert doesn't care. Smiling at you in a way that from any other man? It would make your stomach twist in disgust. But from Simon? You can't get enough.
And yes, he is in fact the type of guy to pull your asscheeks apart so he can lick his thumb and press it against the spasming ring of muscle,
"If she keeps winking at me like this, I'll have to fuck her too." Growled in your ear while you whine in disgust, as if you don't have a pretty little collection of plugs in the back of your dresser already.
You and Simon just loved pretending like you were being corrupted by him.
simon whines when he cums, making pathetic little noises as you work him through his orgasm, still trapped in your walls. you brush his hair away from his face, his blonde curls growing out of the army crop.
your hands brush against his scars, before he buries his face in your neck, âlove- loveâŠâ he lets out a sigh, and your fingernails scratch his back, ây-you feel so good love.âÂ
you just gently pry his chin off you, looking into his eyes, cock softening in you, as you look up into his eyes. âyou feel so good.â you say, gently, âyou always do such a good job baby.â
he just looks back down at you with hazy eyes, that clear quickly. âlove, i gotta get you pregnant, gotta make sure it sticks.â
you smile up at him, âcourse itâll stick.â
âjust one more time, just to make sure?â
( + he sits with you through all the morning sickness nausea )Â
