CW: A bit of NNN but not much since this is my first time writing about it, breeding kink, breastfeeding/lactation kink, creampie, dirty talk, short smut.
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Watching your shy sweet self breastfeeding his infant Suho made Jinwoo feel such arousal swelling inside. He knew he said he would restrain himself this month for your sake. But you were glowing right now, radiant even, mothering his precious son.
November; Suho's birthday month. By the end of it, he will be 1 year old. A toddler. Jinwoo wanted to wait until after his son's birthday had passed before even attempting to fold. So, seeing you be so gentle with him, gently cradling Suho made Jinwoo's two hearts soar. His resistance crumbled to bits at seeing your breasts out in the open.
Putting your now fed son to sleep in his crib, Jinwoo tended to you himself, embracing you from behind before carrying you with ease. He ensured Beru would watch over Suho should anything happen; his son already adoring the former Ant King.
Laying you on your back on your shared comfy bed, his face already buried in your chest after he helped you out of your soft blouse. "Our little prince should have a little sibling of his own." He murmurs against your swelling breasts, rubbing and kneading them, thumbing your already perked nipples to make them spurt out drops.
"An early birthday present?" You hum as you brush through his hair, tugging on his strands to smush his face in closer, spotting your milk trailing down his chin.
"That ... and Daddy needs some of Mama's milk too~" His eyes glowed violet in response to his growing arousal, peeking up at you with his heavy lidded carnal gaze.
Your whimpers and soft moans fill his ears pleasantly as he suckles and teethed on your already marked mounds, keeping one stuffed in his mouth while his calloused hand pumps your other boob before switching to the other boob to suck from and pumping your now wet mound with his calloused fingers. "Jinwoo~" You can't help but arch your back, pressing right into him, as he gets filled up by your milk. "They're sensitive."
"And delicious~" He heaves against your swollen nub after swallowing more of your milk, licking his lips for you to see. "Mommy milkers indeed." He growls against your swollen nub, lapping it up with his tongue, drawing patterns around your bite marked mound as you mewl and whimper shamelessly. "My leaky little Mama~ Your titty milk is divine."
You gasp out as his scarred hand rips apart your soiled panties beneath your skirt before a dirty lewd moan leaves your lips as he slides right into your fluttering folds, rutting his digits in and out of you, rubbing your gummy walls. His faded burnt marks smothered in your juices makes both of you shiver from lust.
"You love this hand in particular, don't you? You’ve missed having it in this pretty pussy of yours~ Your little cocksleeve." He felt himself getting harder as you rub your hip upwards to meet his hand's ministrations. "I can see restraining ourselves isn't what you want, after all." He gritted through his teeth. You felt his bulge rubbing against your inner thigh through his sweatpants.
His muffled groans vibrate through your mound as he gorges, milk streaming down your chest, making him lap it up with his steamy tongue, trembling from his salivating touch. The gushing squelching sounds of his fingers rubbing into you has you cumming on the sheets, right up to his wrist. Your own restraint snapped. "Oh, fuck me already, Jin!"
His smirk spoke devious intentions as he popped off your breast and his cum covered hand pulled out of you, leaving your hole quivering for release. His shadows aided in slipping off his sweatpants and briefs, his hardened head leaking pre cum, lathering your cum all over his dick, pressing right into you. "Thank you, love."
Rearranging you both into the Full Nelson position, he's pussy whipped for you. Lying on his back with your knees bent and feet flat while your back lies atop, spreading your legs outward instead of pulling them back, letting him slip his arms under and around your thighs to hold them in place. You mewl as his veiny 12-inch length impales you, his own whimpers coming out feeling you suck him in right away.
"Nothing pleases me more than seeing your pussy taking my cock." He whispers lewdly in your ear as the sudden appearance of a mirror on the ceiling has you both witnessing yourselves in such a position as you leak more down his balls. He pecks at your head, hair, neck, shoulder, and especially your ear. "You're gorgeous, angel."
"So are you, handsome." You pant in between mewls as he pounds into you the deepest he can, the gushing sounds of his tapping into you filled the room along with the bed's rocking.
"I wanna see that belly of yours swell up with my next child." Your mewls get smothered by his burning lips as he deeply kisses you over your shoulder. "My sexy wife and her cream filled cunt~!" His veiny shaft rubbing your gummy walls as he spills his seed in you, his nutsack drowning in your cum as you milk all over him and your butts.
"Oh Jinwoo~!" Your mewl gets met with his tongue filled mouth as he keeps tapping you, eyeing your belly bulge with such fervor, he went on to unload into you over and over again for the next hour, ensuring his seed overloads your womb, stuffing all that creamy goodness.
Thank Ashborn Beru was right to soundproof Suho's nursery with shadows so the young Monarch wouldn't be awoken by his liege copulating with his Queen.
By the time Suho's birthday did come around, you're positively glowing. Jinwoo’s scarred hand resting over your belly as you both help Suho blow out his birthday candle, friends and family gathered around to cheer.
"Our gift to you, son." Jinwoo coos to Suho as he gently rests Suho's hand underneath his giant one, right on your belly, where a new bud of life nestles inside.
Look, Clark grew up on a farm with cows and canonically drinks milk in Superman 2025, so how was I supposed to not write about him having a lactation kink?? This fic could be considered a sequel to “Kryptonian breeding season,” but you don’t have to read that to know how Reader got pregnant. Written for @breedvember
Pairing: Clark Kent (Superman 2025) x f reader
Summary: Clark discovers he has a lactation kink when your milk comes in near the end of your pregnancy.
Tags: fluffy smut, p in v, lactation kink including breast play and breastmilk drinking, pregnant reader, references to breeding
Word count: 578
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“Is this another Kryptonian breeding thing?” you ask with an amused smile as Clark suckles your leaking nipple.
The tips of his ears go pink as he blinks up at you, embarrassed but not enough to stop himself entirely. “Don' think so,” he mumbles around your breast. “Jus’ a me thing.”
He doesn't feel that bone-deep pull of primitive instinct like he does when it's his breeding season, just feels ordinary. Well, not ordinary—he feels very very turned on.
He didn't realize that seeing a few drops of milk pearling on your nipples for the first time would punch him in the gut with arousal, but oh boy did it! He'd pulled you onto his lap immediately and asked if he could lick it off, and now here you are, grinding on his erection under his boxers while he attempts to suck you dry.
“Tastes so sweet,” he murmurs while he switches to the other breast, keeping a hand on the one he left behind, thumb tracing over the spit-slicked nipple while you sigh with pleasure.
His other hand is spread out over the firm curve of your large belly. That's probably why he's into your milk, he realizes—just like your belly, it's a tangible reminder that you're carrying his baby. He did this to you, you let him do this to you, because you love and trust him. You gave yourself to him. His mate.
OK, so maybe it is related to the alien breeding instinct at least a bit. A groan slips out around your nipple, his stomach somersaulting with desire. His hands drop off you to fumble at his boxers and your panties, needing to be inside you. But once he is, he's not frantic as he fucks you in his lap. He lets you set the pace, and you're too big and achy from your pregnancy to go fast and hard. You just rest your arms on his shoulders and gently rock on his cock. He doesn't mind one bit. It's enough to simply have your bodies connected.
He lazily sucks at your breasts the whole time you ride him. The milk is long gone by now, but he's already fantasizing about how wonderful it will feel after the baby is born and your breasts are all full, overflowing with more than enough for the baby so that he'll get a chance to drink from you too. He really hopes you let him. It may be a little embarrassing to ask, but it will be worth it to have your warm, sweet milk filling his mouth, coating his tongue, sliding down his throat, a part of you that he can consume and keep deep inside himself.
When your orgasm shudders through you, he finally pops his mouth off your chest and lifts you off him, pulling your t-shirt back down.
“I can keep going so you can come,” you protest, but you're panting just from the effort of that gentle ride.
He smiles, caressing your belly again. “I don't have to. I wanted you to. It was enough for me to suck on you. Thank you for letting me.”
Your mouth stretches into a grin. “I should've known you have a lactation kink, with all the milk you always drink.”
He laughs. “I don't think those things are related. I've never gotten hard drinking a glass of milk before.”
Your grin takes on a wicked gleam. “There's a first time for everything.”
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Content: Virgin!Clark. Mainly David!Clark but MAWS!Clark can apply here too. He's such a dork here. Reader has only been dating him for a few months. First time sex. Loss of virginity. Vaginal Fingering. Oral sex (M! receiving). Vaginal sex. Condom use. Then the condom breaks. Minors DNI!
A/N: Virgin!Clark...one of my favorite genders. I hope you all enjoy!
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“Wait so, you really are a virgin?”
“Shh!”
You heard that when you walk by the duo at the Daily Planet, Clark and Jimmy, on your way to get some punch. Clark shushed Jimmy with a hand over his mouth as if he was going to say more.
You pretend you didn't hear it, waiting for the cup to fill. But of course Jimmy wasn't exactly a quiet whisperer.
“I thought you were joking when you said that while we were working on that sex positivity column.”
Clark snorts, “Why would I joke about being a virgin?” You could picture Jimmy shrugging and your boyfriend shaking his head at a loss. “I've never had sex before, what's the big deal?”
“Nothing, it's just…I'm surprised.”
So were you. Yeah, you've only dated Clark for five months and all of those times you two were keeping it low key. To hear that your sweet, dorky, huge boyfriend is a virgin was very unexpected.
You'll touch on that later. Your cup is full, and now you have a duty to rescue your boyfriend from embarrassment.
You stride over to the huddle the guys have set by the water cooler, far from where everyone was mingling at the party. “What ya guys talking about over here?”
Clark straightens up, looking away for a moment then back to you again, “Nothing. Just going over…sports.”
“…sports?”
“Yep!” Jimmy cuts in, “You know how us guys are.”
You hold back any hint of amusement, not believing this is what they went with. “Okay. Well, the girl by the copier asked about you, Jim.”
He immediately perks up and locks in on his target, the intern giggling with a few other coworkers. She was cute, not so bright, but enough for a distraction.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Something about she wanted to know the type of film you use in your photo…”
You didn’t need to say anymore when he leaves, saying goodbye to you and Clark in passing. The sight of Jimmy putting on that boyish charm makes you and your boyfriend shake heads.
“Did the intern really want to ask about Jimmy’s film?” Clark asks, raising an eyebrow. “Or was this an attempt to get me alone with you?”
“Which question would you prefer I answer?”
He grins when you boop cups, hands lingering for a second longer than they should. You know he’s itching to hold your hand right now, the flex he gives says it all. But he resorts to you by his side, brushing shoulders.
“Actually, I heard you and Jimmy talking. You know…about…”
Clark blushes when he looks away, more disappointed than embarrassed. “I had a feeling you heard. I told Jimmy to work on his whispering. I can hear him from across the room sometimes.”
“Yeah no, he’s loud. But Clark,” You lean forward, breath against his neck. “why didn’t you tell me you’re a virgin? Hell, I found out you were Superman first. Which secret do you think is more important right now?”
“I’m sorry. I thought you wouldn’t think…highly of me if I told you.”
You blink incredulously, “What? I need to know the logic with that because there’s a low statistic of men your age that are virgins.”
Clark grimaces against his cup, shoulders tense. It’s very clear that it’s not a good place to have this type of conversation. Especially since he doesn’t want any of his other coworkers to know.
“Okay, come on.”
You take his hand and go to the stairwell. He doesn’t protest, only following you to the top of the building. High on the roof, cups from the party still in hand. The cool breeze blows along your bodies. It’s hard to see the stars due to all the florescent lighting, but you bet they’re pretty tonight.
Your arms go wide at the sudden wide space, “Alright, now talk.”
He rubs the nape of his neck. “Gosh, don’t put me on the spot…”
“You did it to yourself when you told Jimmy Olsen of all people that you’re a virgin.”
Clark folds his arms, eyes searching yours to come up what to say. You wonder if you were harsh with him, since you know not to judge people if they had sex or not, no matter what age. You weren’t, but considering you’re someone who hasn’t had sex with your boyfriend yet, it’s a good time to press the topic.
“I wasn’t embarrassed, but you might think what’s wrong with me if I told you that I’m a virgin.”
You pout, rubbing his shoulder. “What? Baby, why would I think something is wrong with you?”
“Because you already know I’m an alien. An alien who’s never had sex at the age that I am. It adds to my weirdness.”
“Actually, it makes you more real.” Your eyes lock on to his when you shift to open his arms. They immediately wrap around you. “You haven’t had sex before, so what? That means when you do, your experience will be great. You might even remember it for the rest of your life. Who knows? But I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you because you’re still a virgin.”
Clark hugs you tight, lips pressed along your forehead. “You’re great.”
“Thank you, lovely.”
He gives you a chaste kiss, cradling your face in his hands. “What would I do without you?”
“I’d rather not find out.”
You giggle at another kiss, him deciding to pepper your face with them.
“Now, I’ll have to listen to Jimmy remind me that I haven’t had sex for at least a month.”
“Well…” You curl up your lip in thought. Jimmy was hardly the type of person to let things go. You didn’t want your man to go through hell all because he mentioned his virgin status. “We could have sex.”
Clark freezes, clearly not expecting you to say that. “What?”
You snort, “What, you don’t wanna have sex with me?”
“No, I do! I’ve been thinking about it for a while-” Immediately, he shuts his mouth, burying his face in the cup. You hold in a laugh at how cute he looked at the sudden confession. “I thought you can’t plan sex.”
“Sex happens naturally, but since this is your first time, I want you to be comfortable.” Your hand rests gently on his chest like you’re trying to steel his heartbeat. “If you like, I can be your first.”
Clark gives a lopsided smile, his persona showing through in this moment. “I’d like that. If you'll have me.”
“Of course.”
You weren’t a virgin, but you haven't had sex with a lot of guys either. The last time you did, it was a one night stand a few weeks before you moved to Metropolis. So anyone would be better than that guy.
You pull out your phone. “What day do you prefer? Any day, we can make it work.”
“What about during our next movie night?”
You don’t pick up on how fast he recommended that. “That’s next Friday. Sounds good.”
There’s a few things you need to do before Friday arrives.
The idea of having sex with your boyfriend is in question, so you needed to prepare. You were always okay with taking it slow with Clark. The current pace of your relationship was steady with the endless dates, the way he walks you home and kisses you goodnight after work, or how he even makes time to see you after he just spent the day as Superman.
He was genuinely a sweet guy.
Even though make-outs tended to get longer and heavier. Each touch after these few months burned with this lingering desire. You didn’t want to press further more than you have been so far. You wanted him to make the move.
But you won’t lie that after he confessed his thought of wanting to have sex with you, it lit a fire inside.
You really wanted to make the day special for him.
Having sex with someone for the first time was always a big deal. Whether you’ve been dating for a few months or not. Since this will be his first time since…ever, you didn’t want to mess that up. Clark has always been attentive and caring to your needs, it’s time to do the same with him.
You needed to have everything down to the minute details. The movie, dinner, snacks, what type of sheets was going to be on your bed. You can’t have a scary movie or else the atmosphere would be tense. A romantic one might rush the primetime too early. It had to be something in the middle.
“I’d like whatever you pick.”
You roll your eyes on the phone. The fast wind in your ear is something you’re used to since finding out about his Superman alter ego. “That’s not what I asked you. I can’t decide on a good movie we should watch.”
“I thought we were watching that movie with the guy wielding a chainsaw-You okay ma’am?”
“Y-Yes! Thank you!”
“You’re welcome.”
If only he could see you cheesing on the other line. “That movie is scary. Not the vibe I want to set for that night.”
“What is the vibe exactly?”
Romantic. Hot. Sexy. Anything to set the mood, but not too fast. Clark only settles when you tell him you want to slow it down, not turn the night into a frightening one.
“Okay…Would a romantic-comedy work? I think I could use a light-hearted chuckle.”
That would be a good idea. And you think you got the perfect rom-com.
For dinner, it was your turn anyway to pick. So you decided on sushi. You had a large platter from your favorite grocery store ready and pre-ordered for Friday. Clark was bringing the snacks, so you didn’t have to worry about that.
You plan to wash your sheets the night before. While your boyfriend has seen your various bed fitting, you had Scooby Doo one time he came over, you wanted something more…mature. So your simple blue and cream colored one that you bought when you first moved into your apartment would work.
Yeah, everything was coming together.
As each day passed, getting closer and closer to the date there was a mix of excitement and nervousness. Excitement due to the fact you’ll finally be having sex with your boyfriend. Nervousness because you wonder if you’ve done enough. You didn’t want to make a huge deal of the day Clark would lose his virginity. Like he was about to get major surgery done. He already felt a certain way when discussing the topic with you.
You just hope after all of this, he doesn’t get disappointed. Not when he’s on top of you, shirt off, his hard, kryptonian body against your soft breasts. His kisses being gentle, like he didn’t want to hurt you. Those thick hands of his gripping the fat of your thigh to hold in some control...
Okay, maybe you were more excited than nervous.
Clark didn’t help matters. He started asking personal questions leading the date up to you two having sex for the first time.
“Will you be okay with extra large condoms?”
You choke on your coffee, not expecting that from his mouth. He’s managed to get some brief alone time with you in the break room at work and he asks this. You wave him away to get him to stop patting your back.
“Um, XL condoms, huh? That’s…” You clear your throat, “I’m-I’m okay with that.”
“Great. I bought a few packs and tried them on. XL was the winner.”
He’s smiling and your eyes dart down to his crotch before meeting his face. “So, you’re…that big, huh?”
“Yeah. Isn’t that a good thing?”
You poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue, “Yeah, yeah it is.”
You just didn’t expect him to say that to your face. Now, you’re trying not to glance down there again. Or push him into a broom closet and see for yourself.
God, you were not this horny before.
“I’m assuming you’re well prepared for this then.”
“Almost.” He states, tapping the counter in thought. “I have to buy some lube. Unless, you have plenty.”
“I was planning to buy some, yeah. But you can always get some too. You like what you like. This is your day.”
A light ignites in Clark’s eyes. “Oh, right.”
You want to pry, but a part of you has a feeling that it might take you and Clark to a place you can’t risk at your job. You were already tempted into pulling his dick out of his pants, just to see how big he really is. Maybe suck on the tip a little and get a taste.
You quickly drink some more coffee, ignoring the burn on your tongue.
“Anything else you wanted to bring up?”
Clark shakes his head, “No, I’m good. I cannot wait for Friday.”
“Me too.”
He nudges your fingers for a moment as a form of goodbye. Then he’s gone from the break room.
You were so close to telling Clark to stay away from you.
For each day that passed, your fantasies got more and more explicit. You’re thinking about his head between your thighs, figuring out how to eat you with each nervous lick. Then he gets better, able to make you cum.
Or when he’s finally inside you. That big, thick shaft of his slowly pushing in, hitting every bump that makes you twitch. He’d be better than any toy you’ve had and you only have one.
At this rate, you were tempted to forget the day and come over his place to fuck.
Thank god his Superman duties kept him away from you a bit longer. You were elated, even though he wasn’t too happy about it. It gave you some time to get yourself together.
When Friday came, you requested to leave early. You had a few last minute errands to run before the night arrived.
Clark didn’t know about you leaving early. You wanted to tell him so bad after each glance, each small talk by the water cooler or a brief talk by the copier. But you wanted to get your affairs in order.
“Are you okay?” He asks while he walks you to the elevator.
“Yeah. Just needed to go home early. I gotta get the sushi and…other things.”
“Other things? Like what?”
You narrow your eyes at him, “Nothing you need to be concerned about.”
That doesn’t satisfy him when he rides the elevator to the first floor with you. “Did you want to call tonight off? I’d understand if you didn’t want to do this anymore.”
“I do want to do this. Do you want to do this? We can always pick another day.”
“I do.” He overshadows you, pressing your back against the wall. You’re grateful that no one has decided to take this elevator. The drop in your stomach covering up your true feelings of wanting him to take that extra step.
He’s so close.
Your face burns when he curls his finger under your chin, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, causing yourself to shiver. “Maybe I should go home early too. And we can start early.”
“You’d like that, huh? You want to be in me that bad?”
“Yes…” Clark leans forward, mouth parting as if he’s about to kiss you. He stops short above your lips to drink you in, breaths entangling with one another, fueling the furnace in your hearts.
You can’t help but fan the fire. It’s awfully tempting to have Clark call out the rest of the day so you two can have sex. But those things you wanted to do were not going to get done, unintentionally ruining everything you made plans for.
“Clark…” You take a deep breath and steel yourself back to reality, “Didn’t you tell me last night that you needed to finish that column or else-”
“Perry will have my behind, yeah.” He grimaces, pulling apart once the elevator stops on the ground floor.
“It’s just for a few hours.” You kiss his cheek right before the elevator opens, “It’ll go by before you know it.”
“Sure.”
He sadly waves you goodbye, making sure you left okay.
The sushi is picked up, settling comfortable in the fridge. You were a little ticked that the store supplied more spicy tuna than what you asked. Clark wasn’t a fan of the spice, despite you saying it’s hardly spicy at all.
You needed to shower. That thing you wanted to do was self-maintenence. You thought about getting waxed, but it was too late as you heard you needed to wait 24 hours after getting it done to have sex. Clark needed to get used to how much hair you had down there anyway. If he didn’t like it, then he wasn’t a keeper. Although it’s hard seeing him not liking hair on you at all, but men surprise you.
You just did a simple trim, making your sex neat and tidy.
Now, you had to figure out what to wear.
To be honest, you didn’t have a lot of sexy clothes. No lingerie to spice up the relationship. That should change, but in the meantime, Clark would have to see you in Superman pjs that you bought for $11. You thought these were a steal. And this was before you started dating Clark.
You thought it would be a funny joke to let him see you in the pajamas. They weren’t bad looking either with a blue tank with his symbol across your chest and matching shorts. If anything, you were going to have a nice laugh about it.
The doorbell rings right when you pull out the bowls for the snacks. You glance at the time on your phone. Clark wasn’t supposed to be here for another hour. It’s probably your neighbor asking for some more sugar again.
As you throw on a blanket, you rush to the door, peeking out though the peephole and feeling your stomach drop.
Shit, Clark’s here early.
He’s waiting patiently at the door, a few bags of snacks in his hands while he fixes his glasses. His hair is disheveled and his shirt isn’t buttoned up all the way.
You weren’t expecting this at all, but you can bounce back. Almost everything was finished anyway.
“You’re early.”
“I finished the column earlier than expected.” He grins, walking inside. “And I didn’t have anything else to do so…”
Clark gapes when you toss the blanket to the side, revealing your pjs. You’re waiting for the laugh, a slight chuckle at the big ass symbol on your chest. He only stares.
“Funny, right?” You snort, stretching out your tank a bit. “I thought you’d get a kick out of it.”
“Oh, uh, yeah yeah it’s…” He shakes his head, forcing a laugh, “nice. I just didn’t expect that. Or it to be uh…”
“Gimmicky?”
“Tight.”
“Oh.” You follow his eyes looking at your nipples hardening along your shirt. Blood quickly rushes to your face at the realization. “You should take a shower. It’s been a day.”
“Right, yeah I should…” You take the snacks from him, pointing to your bedroom as if he hadn’t used your bathroom before.
You use his time in the shower as a chance to finish setting everything up. The chips were in one bowl, the popcorn in the other. You set down a plate of the California rolls Clark likes. The movie was set up and ready to be played.
All while trying not to think about how those hungry blue eyes stared at you, getting dark. Like he wanted to see more. Your face hasn’t stopped feeling hot since it happened, but you were determined to take your time and take things slow. It was all about build up.
You didn’t know Clark got out of the shower when a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his hard chest. Cucumber and mint fills your nose, inviting you to take another whiff and relax.
“Since when did you get Superman pajamas?”
“Since before we started dating. Relax, this wasn’t planned.”
“I wouldn’t be mad if it was.” You giggle when he sniffs along your head, the scent of rose and honey along his nostrils. That huge hand of his lands on your stomach, giving you butterflies. “You smell good.”
“Thanks.”
Clark presses along your bottom, giving you a gentle kiss to your neck. He takes the leap by groping your breast. It was a small squeeze, but enough to make you take in a breath. He doesn’t do more, almost like he’s testing the waters. To see if you’re still up for it. You don’t know how else you can spell it out for him by wearing this with no bra on.
You’re tempted to let him continue doing whatever he’s doing. These gentle caresses, his lips dragging along your neck. But his stomach growls.
“Oooh, someone’s hungry.”
He groans, “This is what I get for going halfway across the city for snacks.” He kisses your cheek before getting sushi.
You sit next to him on the couch with a plate in your hand. The horniness has subsided when you start the movie, letting the feelings calm down a bit. Enough to enjoy your food and relax.
The movie was about a man and a woman who spend the day together after their exes broke up with them. The entire premise was fun and the movie was cute and hilarious. You cuddle with Clark after munching on sushi and chips. His arm around you.
While watching, you were waiting for Clark to make a move. You kept glancing at him every five minutes, only to see him be immersed in the movie. You were too after a certain point, realizing that Clark might not have caught on to the “chill” part of watching a movie. Which is fine. The night wasn’t over.
As the movie ended, you stretch, getting up to clean up the mess you two made.
“That was good!”
“Yeah, it was.”
Immediately, he’s by your side to help.
That superhero speed came out in full force today because you swore you blinked and the sushi was in the fridge, the leftover chips and popcorn was sealed away, and the table was cleaned off. You were over here still washing the same cup you had earlier.
Clark chuckles at your shocked face, “Why do you look like that?”
“You know why.”
After doing a quick rinse of the dishes, you didn’t have a chance to put away the towel before a certain someone was nearby.
Clark captures your lips in a sweet kiss, hands on your hips to pull you in closer. He lets out a needy groan, doing the most to make sure you don’t part from him. The kisses from your lips moved on to your face and then your neck. He’s nudging into your skin, as if he wants to be inside. You’re desperate to hold on to him, to maintain some composure before he ends up taking you in the kitchen.
“Clark…” He hums against your neck, pushing you up against the sink. “We should…take this to my room…”
“Right…”
He agrees and yet he’s giving one, two, no three more kisses to your lips. You had to use all of your might to push away, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.
“I thought you didn’t want to do this anymore.” You say with a laugh, “You were so focused on the movie and…”
Clark closes the door behind him, “Why would I change my mind?”
“People typically start setting the mood during the movie.”
“Oh.” His eyes rake you up and down, lips curling upwards. “We haven’t seen the movie before. I didn’t want to distract you.” You can’t stop yourself from smiling when he struts over, holding your sides. He makes you giggle with each kiss to your cheeks before locking eyes with you. “Is there any rules I should know?”
“We can always stop if it gets too much. Red light to stop, yellow light if you want to slow down, and green to keep going.”
He nods. “Same goes for you too.”
“Okay.”
His nose brushes along yours. He doesn’t kiss you just yet, but takes you in. He gropes your bottom, making you hum before sliding up along your torso. You didn’t know you were holding your breath when he stops right under your breasts, grazing the underside.
“You look sexy with this on…”
You hum when he pulls up your shirt a little, exposing your bellybutton. “Thanks…”
With your shirt raised, his knuckles graze along your skin. You sigh at how hot his touch is, breathing stuttering with each contact. Just then he goes back to kissing you. His knuckles inching further and further towards your chest. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as it blocks out the sound of desperation from each kiss.
A shudder rushes along you when his knuckle grazes the underside of your breast. He doesn’t push further when his tongue parts your lips, drawing a collective moan from you. He’s gotten better with French kissing. The last time you two made out he’s managed to make you catch your breath, feeling dizzy.
It’s even worse because he’s still grazing under your boob, not going higher like you want him to. You’re pushing against him, begging him to touch you there. He doesn’t, determined to drive you mad as much as he can.
“Damn, just…” You whine under his lips, “touch me. Please.”
“I’m trying to be a gentleman...”
“You were staring at my boobs earlier. That’s gone out the window.”
Clark sighs, going under your shirt to cup your breast. You whimper as if you haven’t been touched in eons. And his hand feels you just right that your knees wobble. He quickly picks you up like you’re going to fall at any minute and places you on the bed.
Your hands go under his shirt, lifting it up to see his muscled torso.
“Green? Yellow? Or red?”
“Green. We’re so green.”
You snicker before he captures your lips again. It’s a light make out as he’s between your legs, stealing each breath from you. Those large hands of his goes under your shirt, groping your breast, trying to get a feel of what you like and don’t like. Luckily, you’re vocal so you moan with every squeeze and pinch to your nipple.
He even tries dragging his fingertips against them, causing a shiver to trail down your spine. Your thighs to press along his hips. Clark’s smile just makes you want to pinch his own nipple for teasing you.
You pull away to pull off his shirt. He helps after you struggle getting it off his big head. You grab the hem of yours and pull up. Clark freezes.
It was like when he saw you in those pajamas earlier. He’s staring at your breasts again, but this time he can see them. Every miniscule bump, the shape of your areolas, your nipples. As if he’s never seen boobs before. Oh wait, maybe he hasn’t. You hope you made a good impression.
“Wow…you’re…wow.” His hand inches forward but then pulls back. “You’re so beautiful.”
Blood rushes to your cheeks again and you glance away, “Thank you…”
You lay back and invite him to touch. He acts like he’s never touched your breasts before after he was feeling them up under your shirt. Seeing them for the first time is probably putting some unexpected thoughts in his head. You don’t make fun of him before but let him take the wheel.
His arms are either side of you when he leans down and presses his face along your chest. That is not what you were expecting.
“You’re warm…” He mutters, lips dragging along the curve of your breast. You whimper at his gentle nuzzles, your arms covered in tiny bumps due to the sensation. He kisses the top of your breast, then your areola, then your nipple. It starts out as small, light kisses to each of your breasts. As if he’s trying to work himself up for doing more.
Then came a lick.
A light flick to your nipple, not doing much besides making your eyes shut. Clark proceeds to do it again and again and again. Each lick sending down pulses to your core. You’re taking deep breaths to calm down, which turn into sighs. It isn’t until he latches on to your breast that you croon.
“Clark…” You say, swallowing. “That feels nice…”
He hums, using his hand to feel your other nipple. His fingernail circles around it as he sucks on your tit. He’s caught on to what makes you feel good so now he’s doing his best to make you twist and turn. Your hands dig into your comforter and you’re wiggling under his hold. Moans are coming out frequently as he feels you up like this.
Clark doesn’t stop when he switches to your other breast, doing the same techniques to make you shift. He doesn’t let you move more than necessary as he’s holding you down against the bed. The hold is light but you know he’s using that superhuman strength as light as he can.
Some virgin he is. You don’t know he’s making you feel so good.
When he lets go with a wet pop, you’re ready for a kiss. But he goes lower, kissing your stomach, your bellybutton, before stopping at your shorts.
You’re trying to catch your breath. “Uh green, y-yellow-”
“Green.”
He’s pulling down your shorts, catching your underwear in the midst. The cool air hits your sex and you want to hide at how embarrassingly wet you are.
“Hold on. Clark…”
He perks up, getting out of his desire heavy face to look at you. “Oh no, was I going too fast?”
“No, no, you’re…” You clutch your chest, trying to focus. “you’re fine. You need to take off your clothes though. It’s only fair.”
Clark looks down at himself and both of you can clearly see the tent in his pants. And the main reason why he said XL condoms. His pants weren’t off yet and you know he’s huge. “Right.”
Now it was your turn to stare.
When he removes his pj bottoms and boxers, your mouth gapes. He is huge down there. All white around the shaft which curls slightly upward. The pink tip already leaking cum. Your first thought was not if it will fit, but if you can fit it in your mouth.
He bashfully looks away as you stare, “Is this good?”
“Yeah. Come here.” Clark barely got to the edge of your bed before you’re there, anxious to touch. “May I?”
“You may.”
A hiss escapes his lips when you touch him. Your hands wrap around the base, gliding up and down his length. He places a firm hand on your shoulder, eyes fluttering like he’s unsure whether to look at you or close them.
You’re sure Clark has touched himself. He’s implied that when you all were getting ready for this night. You just didn’t want him to explode right then and there. Sure, he’s an alien, but you don’t think he’s going to get it back up right away if you make him climax. You had to be careful.
“Oh your hands…” It’s his turn to take in a breath, shivering a little. “They’re soft…”
“Better than yours, huh?” He nods and you grin. You keep a gentle pace while stroking him. Going from his pubic hair to his tip, using some of his pre to help you. Clark is doing his best to keep it in, only letting out low groans of pleasure.
Maybe he’s ready for a lick.
“W-Wait-” You stop, but his hand moves to your head, keeping you in a position of where he didn’t want you to stop.
Wow, he’s so pretty. His eyes downcast, that broad chest heaves. It’s not hard to get entranced at how eye-catching your boyfriend is, even after you licked his leaky tip.
“Green, yellow, or red?”
“Green…green…” He takes a deep breath, “I wasn’t expecting that…”
“I can keep stroking you if you want.”
“No…I’m fine.”
You take his word for it, going back to doing kitten licks on his cock. You lick up his cum at the tip before moving down and licking up his length. Clark’s noises of pleasure get a little louder. He still has your head stable against his hand. And your shoulder was burning a little due to his grip. But he doesn’t tell you to stop.
So you slowly take him in your mouth.
Clark chokes, that grip now fixed on you. “Oh…geez…”
Your thighs squeeze at the delicious look he’s giving you. He’s decided to watch you suck him off. And you’re good at it too because you move down all the way to where your nose brushes along his hairs, staying there so he can get used to it. More like try not to blow in your mouth. If you were evil, you would make him cum like this.
“Haah, oh my…” He has a death grip on you as you pull back slowly, lips pursed around his shaft. It hurts a little, but the sight of seeing him struggle not to come undone is worth it.
So you do it again. His cock hitting the back of your throat with ease. Clark is more vocal now, not caring about your neighbors when his beautiful girlfriend is sucking the life out of him. He tried his best to look at you while you suck him off, only to fail and put his head back in pleasure.
“Gosh you feel so good. Don’t stop…”
You’ll indulge in him a little longer. You pick up the pace, drooling all over his dick. Those sucking sounds coming from you was obscene. And Clark was enjoying it all like he was watching a porno. He’s enraptured with your warm mouth, how your tongue grazes his tip when you pull back to how deep you’re taking him in.
You know he’s close to coming undone. That slight thrust he gives show you all that you need to know. It makes you gag, causing you to pull apart completely.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
“You’re okay, baby.” You wipe the drool away with your thumb, “I know you enjoyed it.”
“I did…” You’re inviting him to come bacn on top on the bed. He follows but stops for a moment. “I want to touch you.”
You nod, spreading your legs and inviting him to come closer. Clark is looking at your cunt with fascination, but also with nerves as if he doesn’t know where to start.
“You’re pretty. I like what you've done with your hair.”
You bite your lip to hold back another laugh.
“Thanks. I did it just for you.” You take his hand, leading a finger into your hole. You bite your lip as you didn’t know how wet you were, not having the time to get embarrassed about it. He gathers some of your slick with his fingers and glides it to your clit. “Do light, circular motions first.”
“Okay.”
He watches you do it first, your lashes fluttering at each touch. When he takes over and follows your lead, you lick your lips.
Clark’s brows furrow in concentration. He’s focusing on the technique and listening to you to see what you like. It’s a trial and error. Some touches don’t make your toes curl while others make you whine. He follows your advice of taking more of your slick, plunging a finger in you and make you gasp.
“Did that hurt?”
“No…that felt good…” You shudder when he does it again, shifting a little to take some of your slick and rub your clit with his thumb. His fingers was always thick as hell in your eyes, so just one of his fingers makes you dig into your comforter.
“Yeah, right there…”
You moan when he thrusts into your hole while rubbing your clit at the same time. He’s getting better because every touch, every plunge makes you louder. You’re closing your legs but he pushes them open and wider. You don’t expect a second finger to introduce itself, making your head fall back into the pillow.
“Mmh, Clark…mmh…” You’re not looking at him, just taking his fingers like this. He keeps your legs spread wide, making you submit to his touches. Each rub, that slick sound of his fingers inside you, makes your stomach pool. “Shit, you’re gonna…”
He’s not saying a word, but he gets the gist. He doesn’t let up on his touches. Your body twists, back arches when you can’t hold it in anymore.
You grab his wrist as if you want him to stop, but he doesn’t. No traffic light color forms on the tip of your tongue either. Your breath hitches and suddenly a wave crashes over you. You cry out for him, his name coming out like a plea. You’re shaking under him as you soak his fingers, them taking as much of your orgasm as they can.
When he stops, you’re able to breathe. You lock eyes with Clark and see his pupils are blown. His fingers are soaked but he licks them clean. It’s so hot.
Suddenly, he’s on top of you again. Kissing you, feeling you up desperately. Each touch of his is like fire and nothing can quench it. You taste yourself on your lips, your moans mix with his groans. He has you locked against the bed and positions himself between your thighs.
As much as you want him in you raw, you have a moment of clarity.
“Condom. Condom, baby.”
“Right.” He unnecessarily uses that super speed to grab the condom from his overnight bag before tearing it open. Clark easily slides it on his shaft before taking his rightful position.
“G-Green, yellow or…red?”
“You already know the color.”
When he pushes himself in, you hold on to him tight. His size was no joke. He stuffs you up completely. Every inch he takes, both of you are trying to regain some control. Clark especially is heaving, trying to get himself together. He whines during each push and is on his elbows to get comfortable.
“Oh my god, you feel…oh…oh…” Clark's heavy breathing fans your neck. You get the feeling that he’s not going to last that long. It was okay, you were expecting it for his first time. “I don’t think I can…damn…”
“You’re alright. It’s okay.” You rub his back.
He sits up to look at you, eyes filled with warmth. “Thank you.”
Before you can respond, his hips pull back then thrusts forward. The air gets knocked from your lungs as Clark gives you slow, yet powerful thrusts. They have no rhythm, so you know he’s chasing his own high at this point.
The bed creaks every time he lets out a breathy gasp. His knuckles turn white as he’s damn near close to tearing your sheets. All you can do is just hold on and take his girthy length.
“You feel so good…mmh…I’m practically…sliding in and out of you…”
Clark grabs your thighs and wraps them around his waist. He leans over, a solid hand presses against your back as he thrusts in faster, deeper. He’s somehow found your g-spot accidentally. And he’s hitting it to the point where you can see stars.
You’re sobbing. Tears form at your eyes at how good he’s fucking you. You have no idea where he got this position from and you definitely need to ask him once you’re coherent.
“Shit Clark…you’re…fuck me…”
He doesn’t stop, practically ramming into you with a speed that’s all too familiar. It’s making you lose your vision and that unexpected knot forms in your stomach again. You didn’t realize how close it is to bursting until it snaps.
You climax again, molding around his length. It catches Clark off guard because not a moment after he’s cumming. Hard. His mouth gapes and he’s buried against your neck, cum spilling into the condom. He grips your thighs, holding you close until he can’t anymore.
You’re running your hands into his hair, taking it all.
Then everything goes quiet.
He’s lazily kissing your neck, before moving to your jaw, then your cheeks, then your lips. A soft, relaxing kiss that makes you relax in his arms. Clark nips at your bottom lip before gazing at you.
His hair a mess, lips a little swollen from those kisses. Red decorates his face and his blue eyes go back to being soft, although they're changed. As if he’s a different man.
“Consider your cherry, popped.”
“Oh no, don’t say that.” He playfully rolls his eyes. “There’s got to be another phrase for that.”
“It’s better than ‘congrats, you’re not a virgin anymore.’” Clark shakes his head while pulling out. You were not expecting his face to drop at the white substance escaping the condom. “What’s wrong?”
“The condom broke.”
You sat up, your own eyes getting wide when he holds it up. No wonder you felt extra wet down there.
“Oh no.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
You get up, but fall due to your weak legs. Clark quickly helps you up and takes you to the bathroom. You’re digging into your medicine cabinet, trying to find the emergency contraceptive. There’s a swell of hope when you finally find the morning after pill, only for it to expire.
Fuck.
“I can get more.” Clark goes over to his clothes and quickly puts them on.
“No, I’m pretty sure all of the stores are closed by now.”
“Hey, did you forget you’re dating Superman?”
You blink, “Oh right.”
He’s already got his clothes on and is ready to go out the room. Before he does though, he quickly gives your naked body a tight hug and your face another kiss.
“Thank you for this.”
“Clark, do not thank me for having sex with you. It was going to happen at some point.” You shake your head, but giggle when he kisses you again.
“I know. But I don’t want to forget my manners-”
“Oh my god.” You give him a big wet kiss, “Just go!”
He doesn't leave just yet. He puts you back in the bed, pulling the covers over you like he's tucking you in. “I didn’t forget about the aftercare.”
“I know you didn't.”
“I’ll be back before you can say popcorn.”
Then he’s gone. You laugh at his haste, knowing he was going to be gone a tad bit longer than that.
Next time, you’re going to have to make sure he takes it easy during sex. Or hope he’s bought a bunch of plan b to counteract the condom breaks.
husband simon riley coming home from visiting his brother, and knowing that he wants a baby.
he was dragging his feet so long prioritizing his work and too scared to become like his father, but seeing his brother and sister in law and little joseph? he wants it, no, he needs it.
he comes home and doesn't even waste time taking his coat off. he just finds you, laying on the couch, sitting up with a smile and devours your mouth in a messy kiss.
“fucking need you, baby,” he whispers, already fumbling with his belt. “need to fuck a baby into you.”
before you know it you're on your back and he is pressing you back into the cushions. your hand wraps around his cock, only meaning to stroke him to full hardness while he fumbles with your pyjama pants.
but you are underestimating how long he has been thinking about this moment, how long he has been hard already.
“no, baby, wait–” his eyes roll back and with a groan he comes all over your stomach. his hot come splatters onto your lower stomach, right over your womb, obscenely.
his forehead leans against your own and he sighs. “fuck. gonna need to try again.” he pushes your legs against your chest. “not gonna waste a single drop this time, promise. not gonna stop til you're carrying my baby, yeah?”
and he doesn't.
(breedvember, day 1: baby fever, wasted ejaculation)
NSFW: dubcon, p in v, breeding, rut, mating press, oral (f receiving), loss of virginity, forbidden sex | Regency era
The monster slipped from the bedroom loaned to him, still unsure if he was on his way to burst into the human woman’s bedroom or throw himself outside and take his chances getting home on foot in this snowstorm.
Her scent was stronger here in the hallway, making him clench his teeth. Oh, she smelled so ripe! He’d detected it as soon as he arrived at the dinner party that evening, of course, but the competing smells of food and satisfying that manner of appetite had kept him distracted from the scent of her heat and its own accompanying hunger. Besides, he need only resist the temptation of her for about two hours or so, after which the party would be finished and he would be back home, away from her.
But he had not anticipated getting stuck in this small house overnight with everyone else in the party, thanks to the blasted snowstorm which had blown up out of nowhere, and he’d now been steeped in her scent for six hours and counting. It was too much for his body to bear, putting him on the brink of a rut. And if that started, he would never be able to hold himself back from breeding her.
He needed to get away before he lost control and did something deeply improper and wholly irreversible. He strode down the stairs, determined to plunge himself into the snow—but before he could do so, he was hit with an even stronger wave of the woman’s scent than he had smelt upstairs. It was the most tantalizing aroma that had ever reached him. It clouded his mind with primitive need, all of his consciousness narrowing down to finding that scent, demanding he pursue and claim, and his feet carried him to its source and sent him bursting into the drawing room.
A figure sat up quickly from the sofa with a sound of surprise at the same moment that her ripe scent flooded him. There was just enough moonlight reflecting off the clouds and snow outside to paint the side of her face and unbound hair in pale silver, illuminating her alarm and beauty at once.
“What are you doing here?” he growled through clenched fangs.
“I could not sleep with my mother, her snoring—what are you—”
The reminder that her mother was in the same house at that very moment should have restrained him from going any further with said woman’s daughter.
It did not.
He was across the room in an instant, dropping down onto the sofa to cage himself over her as she tumbled back down, eyes burning into hers. “I need you. You are in heat, and you have put me in rut, and if I cannot breed you I will tear this house down upon our heads.” He dipped his face down to her neck, drawing in a deep breath and nosing at her skin, making her gasp. “Tell me that I can have you. I have never needed anything more,” he bit out, voice sharp with warning and demand.
She was terrified, and yet something about his feral energy drew her to him too, stoppering up any screams for help she might have thought to unleash and making her wet against her will.
The smell of her slick destroyed the last scrap of civility he had left—he ripped away the blanket and yanked up her nightgown to bury his face in her cunt. She cried out, but not loud enough for anyone asleep upstairs to hear over the sound of the snowstorm that still raged outside. Pleasure raged inside, too, blazing through her veins as he devoured her, despite the way she shoved at his horns, writhed, sobbed, and in a staggeringly brief amount of time his tongue had sent her to a dizzying peak of ecstasy.
He pulled up, ripping open the front of his trousers. “Tell me that I can have you,” he demanded once more, but she could not think, could barely breathe as her release still worked its way through her body.
“We, we should not…cannot…” she panted, bracing her tiny hands on his broad chest as if to push him away.
“We must. We will,” he snarled, as he shoved her thighs to her chest and speared his thick monster cock into her virgin cunt. A slash of heat burst from the spot where he split her open and joined himself to her, forcing a fresh cry from her hoarse throat, but he muffled it with his mouth, forcing her to taste herself on his lips.
He was fully lost to rut now, and that inescapable instinct powered each of his thrusts with bruising force, a savage beast fucking into her with no regard for her pleasure.
But she felt pleasure anyway, so much pleasure, filling every inch of her whether she wished for it or not. It built and burst in a glorious release as strong as the first he stole from her, and the way she clenched around him made his cock swell and then erupt inside her, unloading all of his potent seed into her womb.
“Take my seed, female, grow my cubs,” he rasped out. She could do nothing but groan as he filled her.
But he was not finished yet—the rut demanded more, his cock pistoning through the cum he just deposited. She was so slick, so tight, the perfect hole for him to breed.
She had stopped struggling against him long ago, and now began trying to snap her hips up to meet his thrusts. It was difficult in the mating press he had her pinned in, however, so he yanked himself out only to flip her over and slam back inside.
His claws dug into her hips as she pushed them back to meet the drive of his fat cock, helping him force its inhuman girth as deep as possible in her cunt.
He painted her pussy with his cum again and again. She was so full, cunt swollen and aching, body boneless, wheezing and whimpering, when the monster finally erupted for the last time and stilled. He did not pull out, keeping her stopped up to protect his seed and give it time to take root.
He draped himself over her much smaller human body, gently tracing a claw over her bloated belly. Despite the cold outside and lack of fire in the grate, she was drenched in sweat. He listened to the snow beat against the window, the wind howl at the chimney, and hoped that the storm would continue for some hours yet, so that no one would hear him when he was rested enough to start round two.
~ 😈🎩 ~
Inspired by the sudden snowstorm during the Westons’ Christmas dinner party in Emma. But, like, way filthier and dark. Written for @breedvember!
All my Regency monster stories: full master list or #my writing
summary: lena thought she was being called into tommy shelby’s office to discuss paperwork. instead, she finds every shelby brother waiting for her — not for business, but for her.
word count: 4.1k
warnings: group sex — so tommy, john, arthur, eighteen-year-old finn, and lena — oral sex f receiving, multiple creampies, praise kink going crazy, proof that asking for consent is sexy af, also i hope i did a good job describing where everyone is at one particular moment! there are A LOT of limbs here and i hope that lena didn’t accidentally teleport at points bc it’s hard keeping track of who is where.
a/n: this is so unhinged lmao but i regret NOTHING. i think i first suggested a shelby gangbang fic back in...2021? tumblr's search feature is perpetually broken so i don't really know. BUT I MADE GOOD ON THAT IDEA EVENTUALLY! and also the prompt is technically "impregnation roulette/multiple characters trying to get one character pregnant" but i just shortened it to group sex in my notes so that's the title. but there is a lot of breeding and a lot of cum and a lot of smuttiness so please enjoy :)
Lena smoothed her skirt before stepping into the lounge. She wasn’t a stranger to this room — Tommy had asked for her input on accounts here before — but tonight every Shelby brother was there, lounging on that leather couch with glasses of whiskey in their hands. Leather and smoke framed the air, and as every head turned to her at her emergence, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being sized up, not just as an employee but as…something else.
Lena paused in the doorway, her hand tightening around the strap of her bag. The Shelby brothers always had that effect as though they owned not just the room, but the air she was breathing. Smoke curled lazily from Tommy’s cigarette, Arthur’s laugh cut off too abruptly, and John’s grin didn’t quite reach his eyes.
"Evening, love," Tommy greeted her. "We've been thinking about you."
Lena blushed, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “Y-you wanted to see me?”
Hesitating, she clutched the strap of her bag tighter. “I — if this is about the papers, I… I’ve already sent them. Unless… unless there was something else?”
Arthur leaned back, gesturing lazily. “Closer, eh? Can’t talk to you from all the way over there.”
Lena hesitated. Not because she didn’t know what they were hinting toward — she wasn’t that naïve — but because the heat in their eyes was unmistakable. And directed solely at her.
Tommy leaned forward, forearms on his knees. “Before you come any closer,” he said, voice dipped low, “you should know what you’re walkin’ into.”
John’s grin sharpened, but he stayed silent.
“We’ve had a conversation,” Tommy continued, every word slow, deliberate, as if giving her space to hear it fully. “About you. About what we’d like. And what we’d be willing to give, if you wanted it.”
A flush crept up her neck. “What exactly… are you saying?”
Arthur met her gaze, surprisingly steady. “We’re sayin’ we fancy you, girl. All of us.”
John tipped his head, his eyes warm. “And we’re not gonna lay a hand on you unless you say you’re wantin’ the same.”
Tommy didn’t move closer, didn’t reach for her — he simply watched her, unreadable and devastatingly sure. “You get to decide,” he said quietly. “You walk out now, no hard feelin’s. But if you stay…”
A beat.
“We’ll know it’s because you want what we’re offering.”
The room went still.
Smoke, and heat.
Lena’s heart tripped in her chest. She wasn’t used to being given power in a room full of Shelbys, but suddenly it was all in her hands, immediate and breathless.
She swallowed. “And if… I stayed?”
John’s smile flickered, slow and promising. “Then we’ll take good care of you, love.”
Arthur nodded once. “But only if you say it.”
Tommy’s gaze held her firm. “So. Tell us yes, if it’s yes.”
Her fingers loosened on her bag strap. Then she set it down, and she answered before she could second-guess herself.
“I’m staying.”
Tommy didn’t smile when she said it — not really — but something in his posture changed. A quiet satisfaction, a loosening of tension like he’d been waiting for her answer more intently than he’d ever admit. Meanwhile, Arthur exhaled, a single low sound from deep in his chest. And John’s grin widened, bright and wolfish. But none of them moved toward her, not yet.
Tommy gestured lightly. “Come here, then.”
His voice stayed calm, but her pulse spiked anyway.
Lena stepped closer, each footfall softer than the last, until she stood before them — close enough to feel the heat rolling off their bodies, close enough to smell the whiskey and smoke on their clothes.
John tipped his head back to look at her better. “Christ, look at her hands,” he murmured. “Shakin’.”
Lena swallowed, her fingers curling reflexively. “I… I’m alright.”
Arthur’s gaze softened for a moment — just a flicker — like he wanted to touch her but was holding himself back. “No rush, eh? We’re not gonna do a thing till you tell us.”
Tommy patted the space between his knees on the low coffee table — not demanding, not even inviting, just indicating she could come closer if she wanted it.
“Lena,” he said, steady as a heartbeat, “you need to understand something before we keep going.”
She met his eyes. They were sharp, assessing — but not cold.
“This won’t be gentle,” Tommy said. “Not with all of us. We’ll take our time, but we won’t pretend it’s somethin’ soft.”
A pause.
“So if you want out… this is the last moment to say so.”
Her throat felt tight, but not from fear. From anticipation. From the weight of being wanted this fiercely, this openly.
Lena stepped closer, her pulse skittering, and only then did she notice the fourth glass on the table — half-full, untouched. Finn sat at the end of the couch, shoulders squared like he was trying very hard to match the older brothers’ ease, though his jaw was tense, his gaze fixed steadily on her.
He’d grown into himself in the past year — taller, sharper, carrying the same Shelby heat, but with something hungrier beneath it. Something earnest.
Tommy didn’t look back at him, but he said, quietly, “Finn’s here too. You look at him as well before you answer.”
Lena did. Finn held her eyes, didn’t drop them, didn’t smirk or hide behind bravado. There was nothing boyish in the way he watched her — only intent, and a little uncertainty he was trying to bury beneath the whiskey and cigarette smoke.
“If that changes anything for you,” Tommy went on, “you say so now.”
Lena’s breath caught. “It doesn’t.”
Finn exhaled — quiet, shaky, trying not to show it. Arthur clapped a hand to his shoulder in a single approving pat.
John grinned. “Told you she wouldn’t mind you bein’ here, lad.”
“Shut up,” Finn muttered, cheeks reddening — but he didn’t look away from her.
She swallowed, cheeks burning. “I want… all of you.”
This time Finn’s reaction was unmistakable — a sharp inhale, his fingers curling just slightly around the glass in his hand. Arthur’s grin deepened; John looked delighted; Tommy’s composure cracked by a fraction.
She stepped closer — right into the circle of them — the air thick with smoke, heat, want, and the electric knowledge that every pair of Shelby eyes was on her.
“I don’t want out,” she whispered.
Arthur leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees. “Then you tell us what you want first.”
Her breath stilled. “I… what?”
“You heard ‘im,” John said with a grin. “You’re not walkin’ into this quiet. Not tonight.”
Tommy nodded. “You say what you’re askin’ from us. We’re not guessin’. Not riskin’ you goin’ silent and actin’ brave just to please us.”
His tone turned softer, almost coaxing. “Use your words. Tell us you want us. Or tell us exactly how far you want to go tonight. Either one.”
Lena felt her cheeks flame. The room felt too warm, too small, too aware of her.
Three men watching her. Waiting for her answer. Letting her set the pace.
She drew in a slow breath… then stepped between Tommy’s knees.
His eyes lifted to hers, dark and intent.
“I want you,” she said quietly, clearly — voice trembling, but certain.
Arthur let out a low sound of approval.
John murmured, “Good girl.”
Tommy didn’t touch her. Not yet. He just tilted his head slightly, studying her. He held her gaze for a long moment, letting the heat of his stare sink into her. Then, slowly, he reached out and wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His other hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing her lower lip.
His fingers slid into her hair, gripping tight enough to make her gasp. He tilted her head back and claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, all heat and demand and possessiveness.
Arthur and John moved in close behind her, their hands skimming over her curves. Arthur's lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, nipping and sucking, while John's hands slid down to cup her ass.
Lena whimpered into Tommy's mouth, arching against them. The Shelby brothers surrounded her, their heat and scent overwhelming. She felt light-headed, dizzy with want.
"Fuck," Tommy growled against her lips. "We're gonna wreck you. Gonna make you scream for us."
Arthur chuckled darkly in her ear. "That's right, sweetheart."
Finn watched it all, his pulse pounding in his throat. Lena turned her head to meet his eyes, biting her lip.
"Come here, lad," Tommy called without looking away from Lena. "Want you to feel how wet she is for us."
Finn swallowed hard but moved to obey, pressing up against Lena's side. His hand shook slightly as he slid it up her thigh under her skirt.
"Christ," Finn breathed, fingers stroking over the damp lace of her panties. "She's soaking."
John laughed. "Told you she wanted it."
Tommy released Lena's mouth and looked at Finn. "Want to taste her? See what she's like?"
Finn nodded mutely. Tommy grabbed Lena's hips and pulled her back against his chest. He slid his hands under her ass, lifting her effortlessly.
"Go on then, lad," Tommy rumbled, holding Lena up and open for Finn. "Put your mouth on her. Make her come."
Finn hesitated only a moment before leaning in and dragging his tongue along Lena's pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.
Lena cried out, hips bucking. "Oh god, yes!"
Finn groaned against her, fingers digging into her thighs as he licked and sucked at her through the lace.
The Shelby brothers watched with heavy-lidded eyes, jackets straining over their broad shoulders.
"Look at you, lad," John purred. "Lovin' that sweet cunt, aren't you?"
"Fuck," Arthur breathed, hand moving to his crotch. "I need a taste too."
"Patience," Tommy growled. "Let the lad have his fun first."
Finn was licking into Lena through the lace now, tongue tracing her entrance. She was writhing against Tommy's hold, little desperate noises falling from her lips.
Tommy leaned down to murmur in her ear. "You like that? Him puttin' his mouth on you?"
"Yes," Lena whimpered. "Please, more."
"Then beg for it, love," Tommy said. "Beg him to fuck you with his tongue."
"Please," Lena gasped out. "Finn, please put your mouth on me. I need it!"
Finn didn't hesitate, pulling the crotch of her panties aside and licking straight into her pussy.
"Oh god, yes! Just like that!"
Finn groaned against her, tongue plunging deep and pumping in and out of her clenching heat.
The Shelby brothers watched with hungry eyes, dicks straining against their slacks.
"That's it," Tommy rumbled. "Watch our girl come apart on your mouth, lad."
"Play with her tits while you eat that sweet cunt," Arthur instructed.
Finn did what he said, looking up at Lena as he continued to tongue-fuck her pussy, his eyes dark with lust. He pointed his tongue and pushed it deep, licking into her over and over.
Her pussy clenched and spasmed around Finn's tongue as he brought her over the edge, lapping at her release, and Tommy held her tight as she shuddered and moaned through her orgasm.
Finally, he lowered her down onto the couch between himself and John, hands still gripping her hips possessively. Lena lay there panting, her face flushed and hair damp with sweat.
"Look at you," John purred. "So fuckin' pretty when you come."
Tommy shifted closer, pressing his hard cock against her hip. "You ready for more, love?"
Lena looked up at them all with hooded eyes and a trembling smile.
"Yes," she breathed. "Give me everything."
Tommy grinned wickedly before he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans.
Arthur and John closed in on either side, their hands roaming her body, fingers slipping under her top to tease her breasts, their thumbs rubbing over her nipples until they were hard points.
Finn sat back, his hand moving to his own cock and stroking slowly as he watched, face flushed with arousal.
Lena kissed Tommy back fiercely, grinding against him. Her hands slid up to grip his shoulders, nails digging in.
Tommy growled into the kiss and tore his mouth away. He grabbed the front of her top and ripped it open.
"Clothes off," he ordered roughly. "Now."
Lena scrambled to comply, shimmying out of her skirt and bra, baring herself to their heated gazes.
The Shelby brothers rumbled their approval, eyes dark with hunger.
"Fuck me," Tommy said, voice rough. "Look at you."
He grabbed Lena's hips, fingers digging into her skin hard enough to bruise. He leaned down to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.
Lena cried out, arching into him. Arthur and John each took a side, licking and biting at her tits.
Finn continued to watch, pumping his cock faster as he drank in the sight of Lena being ravished by his brothers.
Tommy released her nipple with a wet pop, licking up her chest to her throat. He bit down, marking her.
"You're ours now," he growled. "Understand?"
"Yes," Lena gasped out. "Yours. All of you."
"Good girl," Tommy rumbled, nipping at her jaw. "Now let's see how many times we can make you come."
He lifted her up and laid her back on the couch, settling between her thighs. He lined himself up with her entrance and pushed in with one hard thrust.
Lena gasped, her back arching off the couch. "Oh fuck! Yes!"
Tommy groaned, gripping her hips and starting to move. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace.
"Fuck, you feel good," he growled. "So tight and wet for us."
Lena could only moan and writhe, feeling utterly overwhelmed by sensation. The scrape of stubble on her breasts, the drag of Tommy's cock inside her, the heat of their bodies pressing in on her from all sides. She could feel another orgasm building, her core clenching down on Tommy's thrusts.
"That's it," he rumbled, feeling it. "Come on my cock. Now."
He reached down to rub at her clit, sending her over the edge, and Lena moaned as she came hard, her pussy spasming around Tommy's thrusting cock.
Arthur and John kept up their attention to her breasts even as she came down, lapping at the sweat coating her skin. Meanwhile, Finn stroked himself faster, breath coming in harsh pants. "Christ," he muttered. "I can't...I need..."
"Then take it," Tommy growled, lifting off Lena's spent body. He pulled out of her, moving aside to let Finn take his place.
Finn didn't hesitate, scrambling up onto the couch and sliding into Lena's wet heat with a groan. "Fuck, you feel amazing."
He started to move, hips pumping as he fucked into her hard and fast. Lena could only gasp and take it, feeling sensitive and overwhelmed by overstimulation.
For the next several minutes, the brothers took turns pleasing Lena — fucking her with their fingers and tongues, teasing her clit until she was writhing and begging. They brought her to the brink of orgasm again and again.
At some point, she heard Arthur moving. She heard the rustle of his trousers, then the thick, blunt head of his cock pressing against her soaked entrance. God, she was so fucking wet, dripping for them.
“Fucking hell, look at that,” John’s voice came from somewhere behind her, a mix of awe and pure lust. “She’s begging for it.”
Arthur didn’t tease. With a guttural groan, he drove his entire length into her in one brutal, perfect thrust. Lena’s back arched, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as he filled her, stretching her, the sheer fucking girth of him stealing the air from her lungs.
“That’s it, take it,” Arthur grunted, his pace immediate and punishing His hands moved from her hips to clench the soft flesh of her ass, pulling her onto him with every thrust. “You love this, don’t you? Love being the company fucking whore.”
“Yes!” she moaned, the word dissolving into a gasp as he hit a spot deep inside her that made her vision blur. “Fuck, Arthur, yes! You fill me up so fucking good.”
She could feel the others watching, their heated gazes like a physical touch. She could smell Tommy’s expensive cologne and cigarette smoke, hear Finn’s nervous, excited breathing. It was a fucking symphony of want, and she was the centre of it all.
Arthur’s rhythm became frantic, his grunts animalistic. “Gonna breed this tight cunt,” he snarled, his fingers digging into her flesh. “Gonna pump you so full of my fucking seed you’ll feel it for days.”
The filthy promise sent a new wave of heat crashing through her. That was it. That was the feeling she craved. The sensation of being full, not just of cock, but of them. Of their essence. Their claim.
Arthur came soon after, his body slamming into hers and staying there, buried to the hilt. Lena felt the hot, sudden pulse of his release flooding into her, a thick, perfect warmth that made her clench around him, milking every last drop. He collapsed over her back for a moment, his sweat-soaked shirt sticking to her skin, before pulling out with a wet, slick sound.
She mewled at the loss, the immediate emptiness, feeling his cum already beginning to seep out of her. But she didn’t have to wait long.
“My turn,” John said, and suddenly he was there. He pushed her legs apart, his eyes glued to where Arthur’s spend glistened on her inner thighs and against her swollen lips.
“Ready for another one, love?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper.
“Please, John, fuck me, I need it,” she begged, bucking her hips up towards him.
He slid into her with a smooth, deep stroke, and she cried out. She was so sensitive, so overstimulated, every movement sending electric shocks through her system.
John set a different pace, deeper, more rhythmic, each thrust a precise, calculated piston that hit that exquisite spot inside her over and over.
“Gonna add to it,” John panted, his eyes locked on hers. “Gonna give you another load. You’re gonna be so fucking full of us…”
The words pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her without warning, a silent, screaming tension that shattered into a million pieces. Her body clamped down on John’s cock, and he followed her over, his own release joining his brother’s inside her with a hot, pulsing rush.
As he pulled out, the feeling of being utterly, profoundly filled was overwhelming. She could feel the warm, liquid weight of them inside her, a tangible proof of their possession.
Then Finn was there, his young face a mask of nervous desire. “Can I…?” he started, his voice cracking.
Tommy materialized beside him, placing a steadying hand on his youngest brother’s shoulder. “Easy, Finn. She’s primed for you. Just enjoy it.”
Finn’s touch was hesitant at first, but Lena reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss. “It’s okay,” she murmured against his lips. “I want it. I want all of you.”
Encouraged, Finn entered her, his length a new, younger heat joining the mess his brothers had made. His thrusts were clumsy, frantic, but earnest. And the feeling… Fuck. The feeling of being stretched around a new cock while already stuffed with their cum was unimaginable. It was the fullness magnified, a sloppy, perfect decadence.
“I’m close, Lena, I’m so close,” Finn whimpered, burying his face in her neck.
“Do it,” she told him, clutching him tighter. “Fill me up, Finn. I want to feel you too.”
With a choked sob, he came, adding his own offering to the pool deep within her.
He slumped against her, and for a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing.
Then Tommy’s hands were on Finn, gently moving him aside. The boss finally stood between her splayed legs, looking down at the ravished, cum-drenched mess of her.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, Tommy, fuck me. I want it. I want to be yours. I want to be all of yours.”
Finally, he gave her what she craved.
He didn’t slam into her like Arthur. He pushed, with a slow, inexorable force that stole the breath from her lungs. He was thick, impossibly so, and he stretched her beyond what she thought she could take, the sensation a blinding mix of pain and pleasure. She was so full, so fucking stretched, and he was still going, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, dominant motion.
Oh god, he’s so deep.
He held himself there, fully sheathed, and Lena could feel every inch of him. She could feel the hot, liquid weight of his brothers shifting inside her, displaced by his invasion, pushed up, up, up, just as he’d promised.
Then he began to move.
His rhythm was hypnotic, a steady, powerful piston that set a brutal, perfect pace. Each withdrawal was a slow, dragging torture that made her feel empty even though she was stuffed. Each thrust was a deep, claiming plunge that punched the air from her lungs and made her see stars.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he grunted, his composure finally cracking to reveal the raw hunger beneath. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her steady for his use. “This is why you looked at us with those hungry eyes. You wanted to be the Shelby brothers’ whore. Our perfect, filthy, breeding whore.”
“Yes! God, yes, Tommy!” she cried out.
“You feel how deep I am?” he demanded, angling his hips, and fuck, he hit a place so deep and so sensitive it bordered on pain. “You feel that? That’s where I’m going to leave my fucking mark. Right there.”
She could hear the ragged breathing of the other brothers, watching, and the sound only heightened her degradation, her ecstasy. She was a spectacle. Their spectacle.
“I’m gonna come,” he snarled, his body tightening over hers. “I’m gonna add to them. I’m gonna give you my fucking seed.”
That was all it took.
Lena shattered. Her orgasm was a silent, seizing convulsion, her body clamping down on his cock in a series of violent, milking spasms. The feeling of coming while already full, of being fucked through it, was mind-breaking. She was just a body, a vessel, being used for their pleasure and her own.
Her climax triggered his: Tommy drove into her one last, final time and held himself deep. She felt the hot, pulsing jets of his release, a torrent that seemed to go on forever, joining the pool his brothers had made. It was hotter, somehow. It felt final.
He collapsed over her, his weight a welcome anchor, his forehead resting against her shoulder as he emptied himself inside her with a few last, shuddering pulses.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the wet, slick sound of their connected bodies. The air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat and spent men.
Slowly, carefully, he pulled out.
The sensation was overwhelming. A gush of warm, thick fluid followed his departure, spilling out of her and onto the couch beneath them. She was utterly spent, utterly claimed, dripping with them.
Oh god, Lena could only think. Holy shit.
//////
Lena woke to warmth. It felt slow and steady, a quiet heat pressed behind her and the faint weight of an arm looped loosely over her waist. She blinked against early grey light and realized she wasn’t in her flat.
She wasn’t in the lounge anymore, but a bed. The sheets smelled like tobacco and sandalwood. Tommy’s shirt hung off one shoulder, and for a moment, everything was still.
Then the noises downstairs filtered up: Arthur’s gravelly muttering. John singing some off-key nonsense to annoy him. Finn dropping something and swearing under his breath, and a kettle shrieking like it feared for its life.
Lena sat up, her heart tight in her chest — not from fear, but from the strange, unexpected safety of it.
When she went down the stairs, Tommy was already there, leaning against the counter and reading the paper like this was the most natural morning in the world.
He looked up when he heard her, eyes dragging over her in a slow, deliberate once-over that felt like a touch.
“Morning, love,” he said, deadpan soft. “Breakfast’s on.”
John slid a plate onto the table with far too much enthusiasm. Arthur grunted something approving at the sight of her wearing Tommy’s shirt. Finn went pink and looked away then immediately looked back again, like he couldn’t help it.
And for the first time in a very long time, Lena didn’t feel like she’d walked into danger. She felt like she’d walked into belonging.
She sat. Tommy reached over and straightened the collar of his shirt on her shoulder.
11.14, breedvember friday two – 34+35 feat. kotaro bokuto
summary: what starts as a simple movie night quickly derails when bokuto's hopeless baby fever (something he's been terrible at hiding) boils over into clingy touches, hungry looks, and a confession that sends the tension snapping between you. one teasing push is all it takes for the movie to be forgotten entirely as the two of you tumble into a heated, tender moment on the sofa.
cw: MDNI, nsfw, husband!bokuto x wife!reader, baby fever, heavy makeout session with kou (#needthat), praises, sixty-nine (well, duh), rough & passionate sex, big dick kou, p in v, breeding kink, kou calls reader "mama" eventually, slight lactation kink, pushing cum back inside, creampie
song: 34+35 – ariana grande
the soft glow of the fairy lights strung around your living room usually cast a peaceful, almost magical aura, perfect for the quiet movie nights you cherished with bokuto. tonight, however, the magic felt less serene and more… charged. a palpable hum vibrated in the air, a tension that had been building for weeks, subtle but undeniable.
ever since you and bokuto had exchanged vows, a new layer had been added to his already vibrant personality. he was still the same boisterous, lovable owl-boy you'd fallen head over heels for. still bounced through the house like a hyperactive puppy, still hugged you like you were a life-size stress ball he never planned on returning, still yelled "hey hey hey!" at full volume even when you were two feet away. but lately, there was something else. a softness. a neediness. a strange, almost sentimental quality that made your heart ache in the best possible way.
it started small. him lingering a little too long when he hugged you from behind, his large, warm hands settling on your stomach as if it were the most natural place in the world. then you started catching the way he looked at babies in public, wide-eyed, openly emotional, completely enraptured. last week, he'd seen a toddler holding a bright red balloon and nearly cried, mumbling something about "pure joy" and "tiny hands." and today? today he practically malfunctioned at the sight of a dad skillfully navigating a double stroller through a crowded park, his jaw slack and his eyes misty.
by the time you finally made it home, the baby fever was practically radiating off him like heat from an oven. you could feel it in the way he walked beside you, a little closer than usual, in the way his hand found yours and squeezed it repeatedly, as if trying to communicate an unspoken yearning. and honestly, it was starting to get to you too. the idea, once a distant, abstract concept, now felt tantalizingly close, a warm, fuzzy image that kept popping into your own mind unbidden.
you were supposed to be having a relaxed movie night, but bokuto couldn't go five minutes without touching you. before you even had a chance to properly settle onto the plush sofa, he'd already scooped you up, pulling you onto his lap. his arms locked around your waist like you might suddenly sprout wings and fly away (you wouldn't), his chin hooked over your shoulder as he began to sway you gently from side to side, a giant, contented cat kneading its favorite human.
you laughed, a soft, warm sound that vibrated against his chest. "kou, i can sit next to you like a normal person, you know."
he groaned dramatically, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through you, and clutched you tighter. "noooo, baby, i like you right here," he whined, his voice already deeper than usual, dangerously so. "it's important for bonding."
"we've been bonded, darling," you reminded him dryly, a smile playing on your lips. "we're married."
"yeah, but like… extra bonding," he insisted, nuzzling into your hair.
you rolled your eyes, but your stomach did a little flutter anyway. the scent of him, a warm, musky blend of his cologne and fresh sweat from practice, was intoxicating.
you tried to start the movie. truly, you did. you clicked play on the remote, and the opening scene of a quirky indie film began to unfold on the screen. bokuto lasted (maybe) forty-five seconds before you felt his large hands move from your waist, tracing a path down your hips, then to your thighs, and back up again. they were restless, warm, and far too purposeful to be innocent. when he finally spoke, his voice was sheepish, but thick with something else entirely.
"hey, babe?"
"hm?" you hummed, feigning interest in the movie, though your attention was now entirely focused on the warm weight of his hands on your skin.
"so… i was thinking…"
every dangerous sentence with bokuto began this way.
"uh-huh?"
he hesitated, then blurted it out in pure, unadulterated bokuto fashion. "i can't stop imagining you pregnant."
you nearly choked on your own breath, a gasp catching in your throat. he panicked immediately, his grip tightening. "not like weird—well, maybe a little weird—but like good weird! like cute! like 'we're a family' weird! like—like—you'd look so pretty and round and glowing and—"
"kou."
"yeah?"
"breathe."
he inhaled sharply, as if he'd genuinely forgotten how, a comical sound that made you want to both laugh and pull him closer.
you turned your head slightly, catching the absolutely wrecked look in his eyes: hopeful, nervous, so overtly turned on it was almost comical. "baby fever again?" you teased, your voice soft.
his ears went red, a flush spreading across his cheeks. "i dunno, babe, something in my brain is just... boop! and then i'm thinking about you in a big sweater with my kid inside you and i don't know what's happening to me!"
the honesty was adorable. the implications, however, were decidedly not safe for work. you shifted slightly on his lap, just enough to feel the hard ridge of him beneath you, and he made a low, guttural noise that was absolutely illegal for a man with his arms wrapped around you.
"don't do that," he warned weakly, his voice a strained whisper.
"why not?" you purred, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.
"'cause i'm trying really hard to be good and you're not helping."
"who said i want you to be good?"
his whole body went stiff behind you, a delicious shiver running through him. "…oh."
the movie was completely forgotten. the screen flickered, a silent backdrop to the sudden, intense shift in atmosphere. bokuto's breath hitched, and then he was kissing the back of your neck, slow and hungry, his lips tracing a fiery path along your skin. his fingertips pressed into your hips, a firm, grounding pressure that felt like he was trying to anchor himself, or maybe you, to the earth. the room felt warmer, the air thick with unspoken desire. your pulse quickened, a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. his breathing changed, becoming ragged, shallow.
"you're driving me crazy," he murmured against your skin, his voice lower now, gravelly with want. "every time i look at you, i just—" he cut himself off with another kiss, this one messier, more desperate, his teeth gently scraping your skin. he shifted you in his lap until you were straddling him, your legs wrapped around his waist, and his hands slid up your back, tracing the curve of your spine, then down your sides, gripping your waist, everywhere he could reach.
"baby," he whispered, his forehead pressed to yours, his eyes dark with an intense fire you rarely saw. "i want you so bad. i want everything with you."
the way he looked at you, like you hung the moon, like you were his whole future wrapped in one warm, intoxicating body, made a fierce heat spark low in your belly. you tugged him down into a kiss that stole both your breaths, a raw, demanding meeting of mouths. whatever restraint he had left evaporated instantly. his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you flush against him, and he groaned into your mouth, a needy, overwhelmed sound. he was already undone, just from having you on top of him.
"if you keep doing that," he warned, half-choking on his own voice, his hips pressing up against yours, "i'm gonna—"
"good," you whispered against his lips, your own voice husky, a primal thrill coursing through you. "i want you like that."
and that's all it took.
bokuto kissed you like he was starving, messy, eager, a little wild, his mouth devouring yours, his tongue tangling with yours in a frantic dance. his hands roamed your body, tracing every curve, every dip, every line, as if memorizing you all over again. you clung to him, your nails digging lightly into his shoulders, a breathy gasp escaping your lips as he laid you back onto the plush cushions of the sofa. his mouth moved down your jaw, your neck, your shoulder, leaving a trail of fire in every place he touched.
he kept murmuring against your skin, soft, sweet, filthy things that made your whole body feel like it was buzzing, a live wire humming with anticipation. "god, i want you… wanna make you feel good… wanna see you fall apart for me… wanna—" he cut himself off with another desperate kiss, a low growl rumbling in his chest. the air was thick, hot, electric.
your hands were already fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, tearing at the fabric in your haste. he mirrored your urgency, his large hands deftly pulling up your shirt, his fingers brushing against the lace of your bra, sending shivers down your spine. the sofa shifted beneath you both, groaning softly under the combined weight and fervent movements. he was everywhere, his mouth, his hands, his hot breath, the overwhelming heat of him pressing into you like he couldn't get close enough.
he pulled back just enough to look at you one more time, his eyes dark, blown wide with desire, his chest heaving, completely gone for you. "baby," he breathed, his voice a wrecked whisper, "let me take care of you."
his mouth returned to yours with renewed ferocity, a deep, bruising kiss that left you breathless and aching for more. his hands were everywhere, tracing the curve of your waist, cupping your ass, pulling you even closer until you were practically molded against him. he broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your throat, suckling gently at the pulse point there, eliciting a soft moan from deep within your chest.
"fuck, you taste so good," he rasped, his tongue flicking out to tease your skin, eyes devouring the sight of your bare breasts, already swollen and aching for his touch.
"kou," you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his soft hair, pulling gently. "please."
he took your plea as an invitation, his mouth closing over one of your nipples, suckling with an intensity that sent a jolt of pure pleasure straight to your core. his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, then he tugged gently, a low growl rumbling in his chest. you arched your back, a gasp escaping your lips as he switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same fervent attention.
"god, these are gonna be so full for our baby, aren't they, mama?" he mumbled against your skin, his voice thick with a primal possessiveness. "leaking milk for me… for our kid. fuck."
a shiver, both of shock and intense arousal, ran through you. "you're insane," you breathed, but your hips were already instinctively grinding against his, a desperate need building within you.
he chuckled, a dark, husky sound, and then his mouth was back on yours, kissing you senseless. his hands moved down, deftly unbuttoning your jeans, his fingers brushing against your sensitive skin as he pushed them down your thighs. he was quick, efficient, and soon you were both naked, skin to skin, the heat between you almost unbearable.
"look at you," he breathed, pulling back just enough to admire your body, his eyes dark with unbridled desire. "so fucking beautiful. all mine." he kissed your stomach, then lower, his breath hot against your inner thigh. "i'm gonna fill you up real good tonight, baby. gonna make sure you know exactly who you belong to."
you gasped, a sudden, delicious wave of vulnerability washing over you. "yeah? and who's that?" you challenged, your voice shaky.
he looked up, his eyes locking with yours, a fierce, possessive gleam in their depths. "mine. always mine."
he moved between your legs, nudging them open wider, and then, to your surprise, he shifted. "come here," he muttered, his voice a low growl. he pulled you up, guiding you until you were both sitting, facing each other. then, with a playful grin that was both innocent and utterly depraved, he lowered himself, pulling you down with him. you found yourself straddling his lap, but not in the way you expected. he leaned back against the cushions, and with a clever twist, he positioned you so that your head was between his legs and his head between yours.
"kou, what are you—" you breathed, a thrill shooting through you at the unexpected intimacy.
"i wanna taste you," he whispered, his voice muffled as he buried his face between your thighs. "while you taste me. all at once."
and then, he was there. his tongue, hot and insistent, found your clit, circling it, flicking at it with expert precision. you gasped, reaching a hand back, your fingers instinctively tangling in his thick, soft hair, pulling gently as the first wave of pleasure washed over you. at the same time, you found yourself responding, your own mouth closing around his thick, pulsing shaft.
the sensation was overwhelming. the raw, primal pleasure of giving and receiving simultaneously, the intimate connection of your bodies, the shared moans and gasps that filled the air. bokuto was a generous lover, his tongue working magic on you, driving you to the brink again and again. you tried to reciprocate, to show him just how much he affected you, suckling and licking with fervent devotion.
"fuck, baby, you're so good," he groaned, his hips bucking beneath you, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. "so fucking good. don't stop."
your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling harder, as the world began to narrow to just the two of you, to the exquisite sensations, the rhythmic thrusts of his tongue, the throbbing erection in your mouth. you could feel the tension building in your core, a delicious pressure that promised an explosive release.
"i'm... i'm gonna cum," you whimpered, your voice barely audible.
"let go, baby," he encouraged, his voice a ragged whisper against your inner thigh. "cum for me. let me feel it."
and then, you shattered. a wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy ripped through you, your body convulsing around his tongue, your muscles clenching. you cried out, a guttural sound that was swallowed by the sounds of his own pleasure. he held you tight, continuing his ministrations until your tremors subsided, then he pulled back, his face flushed, eyes gleaming with triumph.
"that's it, mama." he growled, a predatory glint in his eyes.
he flipped you over with surprising ease, pressing you back into the cushions. he knelt between your legs, his powerful body hovering over yours, his erection, thick and heavy, pressing against your slick entrance.
"you ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
"more than ready," you panted, reaching out to cup his face, pulling him down for a deep, hungry kiss.
he entered you slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked with yours, watching your reaction. you gasped as he stretched you, filling you completely, a delicious ache spreading through your core. he paused, letting you adjust, letting the sensation sink in, before he began to move.
his first thrust was deep, powerful, eliciting a loud moan from you. he pulled back almost completely, then drove back in, harder, faster. he was a force of nature, his body a well-oiled machine, every thrust designed to bring you to the brink of oblivion.
"fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice hoarse, his face contorted with pleasure. "god, i love being inside you. i never want to leave."
he leaned down, burying his face in your neck, his lips nipping at your skin as he continued his relentless rhythm. his hands gripped your hips, lifting them, tilting them, ensuring every thrust hit all the right spots with pinpoint accuracy. you cried out, your nails digging into his back, leaving faint red marks on his tanned skin.
"you like that, baby?" he panted, his breath hot against your ear. "you like it when i hit it just right?"
"yes! oh, fuck, yes!" you gasped, your hips bucking to meet his every thrust.
he pulled back, his eyes dark with a primal need. "i'm gonna get you pregnant, baby. i swear to god, i'm gonna fill you up until you're bursting." he slammed into you again, a deep, guttural moan tearing from his throat. "gonna make you a mama. gonna put my baby deep inside you."
his words, crude and primal, ignited something deep within you, a fierce, almost savage desire to be claimed, to be filled, to be bred by him.
"do it," you begged, your voice raw with need. "fill me, kou. fill me up."
he let out a triumphant roar, his movements becoming even more frenzied. he slammed into you again and again, his huge dick stretching you to your limits, filling every inch of you. your bodies met with a loud, rhythmic slap of skin, the couch creaking under the strain. he pulled your hair back gently, exposing your neck, and then he was kissing it, biting it, leaving small, tender marks in his wake.
"you're so good, mama," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "so fucking perfect. i love you so much."
the words, coupled with the intense physical pleasure, sent you spiraling. you felt yourself nearing the edge again, the pressure building, building, until it became unbearable.
"kou! i'm gonna c-cum!"
"let it go, baby! cum for me again!" he roared, his own climax building rapidly. he drove into you one last time, a powerful, earth-shattering thrust, and then he let out a guttural cry, his body tensing, shuddering as he flooded you with his hot, thick cum.
he collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving, his weight a welcome pressure. you could feel his cum pulsing deep inside you, a warm, heavy sensation that made your womb ache with a delicious promise. he pulled out slightly, then, with a mischievous grin, he pushed back in, grinding his hips, pushing his cum even deeper into your cunt.
"gotta make sure it sticks, right mama?" he panted, his breath still ragged. "gotta make sure you’re good and full."
he stayed buried deep inside you, his body still trembling, his head buried in the crook of your neck. you could feel his heart hammering against your ribs, slowly returning to a normal rhythm. the air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and raw desire.
"i love you," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his damp hair.
he squeezed you tight, his dick still throbbing inside you. "i love you more, angel." he pulled out with a soft slurp, leaving you feeling empty, yet utterly fulfilled. he rolled onto his side, pulling you against him, spooning you close. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his eyes heavy with contentment.
"and i'm gonna love our baby even more."
you might think i'm crazy
the way i've been cravin'
if i put it quite plainly
just gimme them babies
so, what you doing tonight?
better say "doin' you right"
wactchin' movies, but we ain't seen a thing tonight
somehow i scheduled this story for next friday by mistake and only realized it almost two days later lmaooo my apologies! hope you enjoyed it, i had so much fun writing hubby bokuto i might do it again someday <3
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AU: None (modern, yes capes)
Day specific tags: α/β/Ω, Batfam mentioned, established relationship, knot, using powers during sex, penis in vagina sex.
Jason had been acting strange for a while now, just little things Danny had noticed. Things like cooing at every small child they passed or staring longingly at the toy section when they were out shopping. Which honestly wasn't that unusual, Jason had always had a soft spot for kids, but it seemed to be ramping up.
And then they'd gone to meet little Mari for the first time. Jason had been absolutely delighted when Dick had carefully handed her over for Jason to hold, his whole face had lit up like a kid in a candy store, staring down at her tiny, chubby face in awe. He looked so happy, so content, so at peace. Then he'd looked up at Danny with starry eyes.
Oh.
Oh.
Well, Danny just connected some dots. And discovered some things about himself too. Look, Jazz! He can be socially smart too! And then it was his turn to hold the baby. She was very sweet and handling being held by complete strangers very well. Danny looked over and saw Jason smiling oh so softly as he watched Danny hold their niece, he couldn't help smiling back.
It hadn't been much of a surprise when they got home that Jason immediately rounded on Danny, "I want one."
"A baby?" Danny asked, just to make sure they were on the same page.
"Yes, I want a baby," Jason declared boldly, if not a little desperately.
"Alright." Danny smiled up at his big, beautiful boyfriend, then he stepped forward and scooped him up.
Jason squeaked like he always did when Danny showed off his strength despite looking like a sneeze would break him. With a flick of intangibility, he got rid of their shoes before tossing Jason on their bed. "So," Danny asked conversationally as he climbed on after, "how do you wanna do this?"
"However, just get these clothes off."
Danny laughed and grabbed Jason’s shirt, then made it intangible while he pulled it off Jason and tossed it aside. Danny then threw a leg over Jason’s washboard abs and straddled the larger man as he began feeling over his chest.
"You know what? You're gonna look so good with tits, can't wait until you start leaking milk." He bent down and nipped at one of Jason’s pecs.
Jason whimpered, clearly caught between impatience and enjoyment.
Danny took his time, suckling one nipple, then the other, watching Jason’s face the whole time. One of Jason’s hand was cradling Danny's head, the other arm was propping Jason up so he could watch Danny watch him. Danny took his time, kissing and nipping his way down Jason's chest, then abdomen. He paused, locking eyes with Jason as he slowly leaned down gave a longer kiss to his belly.
Jason swallowed thickly.
Danny moved on, giving little butterfly kisses along Jason's happy trail, until he got to the omega's pants. Well, that just wouldn't do. Danny made eye contact again as he grabbed both Jason's belt and his underwear so he could pull both off in one, swift motion, joining Jason's shirt on the floor. Danny moved down further, then leaned down so he could take Jason's vestigial dick in hand and lick a stripe up the underside before tenderly kissing the top.
Jason gasped and squirmed, flopping back onto the bed as the hand that had been supporting him was now fisting the sheets. "N-not the part needs attention," Jason gasped.
Danny couldn't respond, it was rude to talk with your mouth full. He did begin teasing Jason's folds, causing him to gasp and squirm some more. Danny gave Jason's dick one last suck, then pulled off to speak. "How's that?"
"Too good, don't stop. I know you don't need to fucking breathe."
Danny laughed, "Sure, but I think you're feeling a little lonely up there." He popped out a doppelganger, split his arms, then went back prepping his boyfriend while the copy set about his work. Danny used his extra arms to take hold of Jason's legs and maneuvered him into a better position for Danny while the copy hovered near Jason's head, pulling him into a kiss and got to feel up his tits again. Danny couldn't blame him.
As Jason grew wetter, Danny reached down for his own dick only to find his pants in the way. Well that just wouldn't do. With the help of his intangibility, his clothes were quickly removed and tossed aside. There, that was better. The copy got rid of his clothes too, but since he was made out of ectoplasm his clothes just kind of melted into him. With that out of the way Danny set about warming himself up, leisurely pumping his dick while he enjoyed sucking his boyfriend's dick.
The copy keeping Jason entertained pulled back, "Ready for a change?"
Jason whined.
"Need a minute to think?" The copy smiled gently at Jason.
"Change how?" Jason asked.
"Gotta fill you up, giving head doesn't make babies."
Judging from the way Jason clenched on Danny's fingers he agreed. "Yeah, change it up."
Danny pulled off Jason's dick and pulled out his fingers, "Great, I have just the position planned." He and the copy both turned Jason over, bodily lifting him onto his hands and knees. Danny stayed at Jason's ass, using his extra arms to hold Jason's hips steady. The copy stayed up by Jason's head, the perfect height to suck his dick.
Danny lined his dick up with Jason's entrance, then gently pushed in, Jason's warm, wet heat like coming home. While that was happening, Jason had reached up and and grabbed the copy's dick, laving it with attention. Danny couldn't help being a bit jealous, even knowing he'd get those memories once the copy reincorporated.
Danny started pumping, slow gentle little motions at first, holding Jason steady with his extra arms while his real hands got to feel over Jason's body. "Gonna fill you up," Danny murmured as he squeezed Jason's ass. "Gonna knot you, gonna breed you so good."
Jason groaned, his cunt clenching and gushing slick.
"You like that? Want me to stuff you 'til you you can't take anymore? Gonna need to plug you up, can't have you leaking cum when it's supposed to be baby batter."
Jason made some kind of affronted noise.
"Ah ah ah," the copy chided. "Suck my dick like a good little boy." He firmly held Jason's chin and wouldn't let him look back at Danny. "Good boy."
"Good little mama," Danny agreed, though there was nothing little about Jason. Danny leaned forward and ran a hand over Jason's washboard abs, "Won't have a six pack once you start showing. Gonna be so cute with a big, round belly."
Jason whined and pressed back into Danny.
"Faster? Yeah, gonna make you feel so good," Danny promised, picking up the pace. Time blurred as he started really chasing his own pleasure, the tightness of his muscles a sure sign, "I'm close. 'M gonna…" He reached down and grabbed Jason's dick, causing the other man to shout and tip over the edge.
Danny's knot began to swell, he pressed the rest of the way in, having to force the knot in before it swelled too much. Danny's breath heaved as spurt after spurt of cum filled his boyfriend up. Jason was breathing heavily too, gasping for air while the copy supported him. With a mental tug, the copy helped Danny gently push Jason onto his side, Danny snuggled up to his back like particularly short big spoon while they recovered and waited for Danny's knot to shrink.
Danny dismissed his extra arms, but kept the copy to help make sure they were both comfortable while they came down. Danny gently ran a hand over Jason's abs again, coming to rest right over his womb.
Jason put a hand over Danny's, "You really okay with this?"
"I better be, didn't use a condom. Hope you're okay with it to, since, you know, no condom."
"Yeah, think I've been ready for a while but too comfy to say it yet."
"Glad we could have this talk, then," Danny teased. But really, this did put a small kink in his plans, the ring isn't going to be ready for another 10 days, and his plans for the romantic proposal that Jason was going to love weren't for another week after that.
