𝓓𝒂𝒚 20: 𝓑𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝓚𝒊𝒏𝒌
Summary: You think you’re just having fun in the pool, playful and perfect, laughing with the kids, completely unaware of the fire you’re igniting in him.
Pairing: Bf!Jay x Reader
Genre: Explicit smut, breeding kink, domination, possessive/feral, fingering, orgasm, dirty talk, messy sex, kinktober
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Breeding kink/impregnation fantasy, Fingering to orgasm, Dirty talk about filling, marking, making you a mom, Partial clothing (wet bikini top pushed up, bottom partially in place), Rough, possessive sex, Oral/finger licking, Dom/sub dynamics, creampie, unprotected sex, p in v, penetration
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The sun is high, glaring off the water, and you glide through the pool like you own it. Your bikini is skimpy, wet and clinging perfectly to your body, showing off every curve, the tops of your breasts pressing temptingly against the slick fabric as you move, every step and kick through the water drawing the attention of more than just a few eyes. But Jay… he’s not looking at anyone else.
He’s tucked into the corner under the shade, silent, watching. The faint crease between his brows deepens as he takes in the way your body moves in the water, how your wet bikini fits you like a second skin, how effortlessly you charm the kids around you. You’re laughing, splashing, playing with his little cousins and nieces and nephews, hair slicked back, eyes sparkling, and his chest tightens.
Jay’s hands are clenched in his lap, eyes following every glide of your arms through the water, every playful splash, every teasing glance your way that you don’t even know you’re giving him. He can feel it, his hard cock, pressing against the trunks he’s tried so desperately to ignore. And no matter how many questions his aunts, cousins, and nieces throw at him, his answers are short, clipped, because he can’t focus on anything except the sight of you.
“What’s wrong, Jay?” one of his cousins asks, tilting her head, curiosity written across her face.
“Nothing,” he mutters shortly, voice low, tense, avoiding anyone’s gaze but yours. His jaw is tight. Every laugh you give, every toss of your hair, every flick of water that glimmers across your wet skin, is a knife to his restraint.
You don’t notice it yet, you’re too busy being the perfect, playful swan in the water. But he sees the way the wet fabric hugs your chest, the subtle sway of your hips as you step lightly along the pool edge, the way you lean into the kids, and it’s all he can do to not stand, stride across the pool, and press you into the nearest corner until he can claim you fully.
The heat inside him is unbearable. He shifts, every muscle coiled tight, jaw flexing, fingers curling against the fabric of his trunks. The desire is primal, breeding, possessive, need-to-mark-you kind of feral. And he swears silently to himself, in front of everyone, in the middle of the pool party… you’re his, and he’s not going to let anyone else near you.
His aunts ask again, pointing at his obvious tension. “Jay, are you feeling sick?”
“No,” he snaps, voice low, clipped. Then his gaze snaps back to you, watching you laugh, the water sliding off your skin, the sun glinting over every curve. He swallows hard. His body betrays him, betrays how badly he wants you, right here, right now.
You’re the only one he sees. You’re laughing with the kids, oblivious to the storm he’s barely containing. And that’s when he knows, he’s going to have to claim you the moment he gets you alone. His fingers twitch, thighs tighten, and he forces himself to stay seated, to answer every question in short, sharp bursts, all the while imagining pressing you against him, hips flush, whispering, mine… mine… mine.
Every playful splash, every sway, every curve revealed in the wet fabric is sending him closer to the edge, and he knows he won’t be able to resist for long. That bikini, that laugh, that body… it’s all a lure, all a trap he’s willingly falling into.
And when the party is over, when everyone leaves, when the pool is empty and quiet except for the sound of dripping water… he’s going to make you pay for every second he’s had to sit quietly, watching, waiting, wanting, and you’re going to feel it, the full, feral, possessive force of Jay, marking you, claiming you… breeding you.
Jay’s eyes follow you like a predator, impossible to tear away. You’re laughing with the kids, graceful, playful, completely unaware of the fire you’re igniting in him. Every kick of water, every stretch of your arms, every sway of your hips in that wet bikini, it’s like a spotlight on every curve, every inch of you, and it makes him growl softly under his breath.
He can’t stop imagining the future, imagining you, his perfect angel, round and swollen with his children. His fingers twitch over his thighs, grip tightening on the fabric of his trunks, and his cock strains hard, pressed against him in a way that’s almost painful.
“God… you’d be perfect,” he murmurs quietly to himself, voice low, rough, almost a growl. The thought of your stomach swollen, your hips thick, your walls aching and full of his seed, it makes him shiver, makes him desperate, makes him want to claim you right here and now.
Every laugh you give the kids, every small, playful splash, is a dagger to his restraint. He swallows hard, jaw tightening, imagining how good it’s going to feel when he finally drags you into a private room. When he can press you against him, hips flush, groaning into your neck as he fills you completely.
The wet bikini clings to your chest, highlighting every curve, every swell, every subtle movement, and he shifts in his seat, thighs flexing, hands clenched. His groan is soft but deep, reverberating in his chest as he pictures it: you, round and full, marked entirely by him, carrying his children, every inch of you his.
He watches you, mesmerized and frustrated at once. You’re so innocent, so perfect, playing with the kids like nothing else matters, and yet in his mind, he’s already imagining the moments when the world isn’t watching, when he can take you exactly as he wants. He wants to fill you until you’re swollen, until you’re aching, until your moans echo through the room, and he can groan softly, pressing himself into you, straining hard, utterly undone by the thought of the children you’ll make together.
Every movement you make in the water, every laugh, every playful gesture, it’s a promise to him. He’s going to claim you, breed you, mark you, and you won’t be able to resist him. He swallows, tightening his thighs, groaning softly again, imagining your body round and swollen beneath him, your walls clenching impossibly around him, and he can barely wait to make it real.
Evening has settled in, the pool party winding down. Everyone’s moving inside to get ready, laughter and chatter fading as people begin cleaning up. You’re barely aware of the noise around you; your body is still slick and sensitive from the pool, from Jay’s lingering stare, from the tension that’s been building all afternoon.
And then, suddenly, you’re yanked gently but firmly into the nearest powder room. The door clicks shut behind you, muffling the sounds of the house. He presses you against the wall, his hands roaming over your wet skin, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises.
“You’ve been driving me insane all day,” he growls, voice low and feral, lips brushing your ear. “Baby, you don’t even know what you do to me. Look at you… like this… and I can’t wait any longer.”
You whimper, hips pressing toward him instinctively, and he groans, hands tightening. Without hesitation, he presses a hand over your mouth, muffling your gasp, fingers digging into your sides. He doesn’t even remove your bikini completely, just pushes the top up until your breasts spill freely, soft and slick from the pool, nipples hard, begging for attention.
“God… you’re so perfect,” he murmurs, voice thick with need. “Every inch of you is mine. And I’m going to fill you… stuff this little pussy full of me until it’s mine, until you’re swollen with my seed.”
Before you can respond, he slides a hand between your thighs, fingers pressing against your soaking folds.
His fingers slide inside you, curling expertly, stretching, pressing every sensitive spot that has your walls clenching around nothing. You moan into his palm, hips bucking, trying to chase release. He chuckles low, possessive, pressing his body flush against yours.
“You’re so wet for me… you feel so good,” he murmurs, gritting his teeth as he watches your body respond. “I want to make you come… right here, my little swan.”
And then he does. His fingers move faster, curling perfectly, and your hips buck, moans muffled under his hand, as your walls clench impossibly around him. You’re trembling, gasping, whining, voice broken and breathless, and he groans low, feeling every spasm.
When you shiver, quivering, completely undone, he pulls his fingers out slowly, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean. “God… so good,” he murmurs, eyes dark and possessive. Then he presses his mouth to yours, kissing you roughly, tasting yourself on him, lips hot and demanding.
Without breaking the kiss, he slides his hands over your breasts, flicking and pinching your hardened nipples. The bottom is left mostly in place, but pushed aside enough to let him press against you. His cock nudges against your folds, hard and straining, and he groans.
“You’re so wet… all for me,” he growls. “And I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine to make a mom. You feel that? I’m going to fill you completely, little swan. Every bit of me… all inside you.”
He positions himself, cock pressing against your folds, slick from your wetness and the teasing from his fingers. He fucks into you slowly at first, savoring the tightness, the helplessness, the way your walls clamp around him. You’re trembling, whimpering, moaning against his hand, and he groans, burying himself deeper.
“You’re mine,” he says roughly, lips brushing your temple. “Mine to fill. Mine to breed. Mine to make… my little angel, swollen with me.”
He fucks harder, hips snapping, each thrust deep and possessive. Your body shivers, slick, sensitive, each moan trapped under his palm. He leans down, pressing his chest to yours, cock stretching you perfectly, and murmurs between gritted teeth:
“God… you’re so tight. So wet. So ready for me. I’m going to fill you until you can’t take any more. All of me… in your little pussy, all mine.”
He alternates between thrusting and curling his fingers inside you, making your hips lift, walls clench, and your body shake uncontrollably. You’re gasping, whining, completely undone. The wet bikini bottom is pushed aside just enough to accommodate him, the top still partially in place, breasts spilling freely, nipples bouncing with every brutal, perfect thrust.
“You’re going to be mine… carrying my children,” he growls. “My little angel… I’m filling you, and you’re going to take it all. You’re going to be swollen with me, with my seed, and you’re going to love it.”
Your moans grow louder, every nerve ending alive, hips bucking against him instinctively, desperate for more even though he’s completely in control. He leans down, presses his palm harder over your mouth, muffling your cries, but keeps his thrusts steady, deep, and possessive, until his grip on your hips tightens, and you feel the first hot pulse of his seed filling you.
“Mine…” he growls, voice low, thick. “All mine…”
He fucks you through his release, cock pulsing deep, filling you over and over, walls clenching around him as he groans. His hands roam, pinning you in place, pressing you against the wall, whispering filthy promises about marking you, breeding you, making you his forever.
You shiver, trembling, moaning, completely undone, slick and sticky with him inside you. He keeps going until his movements slow, body still pressing flush against yours, chest heaving, voice low, feral.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs finally, lips brushing your temple, fingers stroking your hair. “So perfect… mine… and now filled with me.”
Your body hums, every nerve raw and alive, soaked in his seed, trembling, completely his. And as he presses a final, possessive kiss to your forehead, you know: this is exactly what he wanted, and he’s never letting you go.
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