johnny’s breeding kink couldn’t be any more obvious by the way he was fucking you, but you stayed oblivious. you never realized just how much he wanted a family with you, just how much he wanted to see the bump on your stomach swell because of him.
you’d gracefully forbid him of fucking you without a condom, or at the very least not coming inside you. kiss him generously so it gets through his head but you still don’t notice how much he’s trying. keeping a hefty arm around your hips in doggy so you can stay angled; he keeps focus on the back of your head and imagines, instead, his raw cock pumping cum into your walls down to your womb.
or when you ride him and his eyes, hypnotized on how your little pudge bounces, imagine his seed shooting up whilst you keep riding and dropping your hips as if you were fucking his kids right into you.
so naturally, at a certain point he loses patience. conveniently for him, you happen to be ovulating and a sucker for his charismatic words.
he preps you gently and swipes the hair out of your face, telling you, “mah lass, sweet enough to let a mutt like me raw in ya cunt.” teasing his sticky, much too aroused tip in your soppy pussy. you keep your arms a hold of him, kissing his warm neck and ear overly as he slips his cock into you. he swears it—everytime you bless him with the opportunity of fucking you unprotected, just himself inside of you, he can’t help himself. you yelp gently as he digs his growls loudly against your shivering neck.
and johnny fucks you good and thorough. hips pressing up on you as he bottoms out in your warm, tight cunt—you wonder why you don’t let him do this more often. he whispers against your skin like he’s trying to imprint his praises under you, inside. you’re completely drunk off of it, too much into it that you don’t notice his yet again focused face as he sits back on his knees.
watching how beautifully you take in his thick cock with every quick thrust he makes, you certainly wouldn't mind if he were to shoot his load deeply and nicely into you, right? with all the pre he’s been pumping into you and dribbling out, he might as well have already gotten you fertilized.
so he does, with no hesitation, pump your needy cunt with his potent cum. pushing his hips deep to you and releasing with a loud moan and shudder. you freeze,
“..johnny–”
“fuckin’..finally..”
“johnny no—pleaseno—get off of me-”
“wassa ma'er, hen? yer needy cunt wouldn’t le’me go! had no otha choice.”
“doesn’t mean you can fucking come inside of me!” trembling hands and a burning up face, you try pushing him away from you, wincing at his kisses, “oh are you fucking serio—”
“ah'll make it up tae ye, ah swear. lemme help.” he pulls his still weepy cockhead out and keeps you held still, going down with your thighs pinned open and watches how your folds dribble out his hot semen slowly, he put it way deep inside—smiling at the thought.
before you whine again, he presses a hefty kiss against your throbby clit. his poor baby, he thinks, hasn’t come yet, it’s no fair. so he’ll make it up to you! slithering fingers up into your gooey walls and rolling them gently whilst licking and kissing your swollen bud.
you would’ve been opposed to it because there’s no way fingering it out would prevent pregnancy but the way his textured fingertips roll in waves and rub up on your g-spot, you couldn’t be. johnny’s hot tongue slobbering like the mutt he is on your juicy folds, making you drunk once more, drunk enough so you won’t notice how he’s practically fucking his thick cum deeper into you!
