Hi! I would love some Kirill Kaprizov smut 🤭 I’m thinking of maybe a breeding kink. Super smutty. And maybe glimpses of the reader going through pregnancy and having the first baby(or babies).
Wish - KK97
Kirill Kaprizov x wife!reader
Warnings: smut, unprotected vaginal sex, breeding kink, pregnancy, birth
Word Count: 1.5k
Your gaze lingered on the woman who walked by with a baby strapped to her chest. The baby was sleeping, her head resting against the woman's chest. It made you smile and lean your head against Kirill's shoulder.
He looked down from where he'd been reading the menu of the ice cream shop you were at, his eyes now scanning the look on your face.
"Why the look?" he asked, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.
"I wish I had a baby," you admitted dreamily.
He followed your gaze to the woman and her baby, then looked back at you, "you wish for baby?"
You looked up at him and really considered it for a second, you'd said the words almost mindlessly, but it wasn't a lie. You'd always wanted kids, and you'd been married to Kirill for almost a year now, it wasn't a ridiculous idea.
"Yeah," you finally confirmed.
"Okay," he accepted easily, "I give you baby."
Before you had time to question whether he was serious or not, it was your turn to order, so the conversation was forgotten for a while.
It came up again that night. You were lying in bed with Kirill on top of you. He was undressing you slowly, pressing kisses to every new inch of skin he revealed. When you went to reach into the nightstand to get a condom, he grabbed your wrist to stop you.
"We make baby," he told you, kissing your neck, "want to finish inside, make you full and round with baby. You will be so pretty. And you will be such good mother."
"Kirill," his words made your breath hitch.
He lined his tip up with your entrance, "let me give you baby. Let me fill you."
Your breathing was ragged now, "please."
He pushed into you and you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Want to cum inside you," his accent was thicker now, just like it always was during sex, "fill you with my babies. Will fuck you as many times as it takes to give you babies. As many times as you want. Have all the babies you want."
He didn't wast any time before he started thrusting into you, his hips slamming into you hard with each thrust. Your nails dug into his back and you whined with each thrust.
"Need to fuck you hard, need to make sure my baby gets in you," he told you in a gruff voice before muttering something in Russian.
After a while, he lifted your legs over his shoulders so he could hit deeper inside you. The change of angle put his tip right against your g-spot with every thrust.
"Kirill!" you called out his name as you came, your back arching off the bed.
"So pretty," he mumbled against your lips, then captured your mouth in a deep kiss. His pace didn't falter, and you knew it wouldn't for a while, he'd always had insanely good stamina, could fuck you for hours if he wanted to.
When he leaned down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, you cried out in pleasure, lacing your fingers through his hair.
"Your tits will look so good full of milk," he muttered before switching to suck on the other nipple, "will be so sweet."
You tugged on his hair, letting out high pitched moans as you squirmed under him. Sweat beaded on his forehead and the sight made your heart race.
"Gonna fill you up," he groaned, "fill you with my babies."
"Oh please," you moaned, "Kirill. Please."
He thrusted into you once more, pushing as far into you as he could go. He came with a muttered Russian curse that was familiar to you but that you couldn't translate to English. You reached your own climax when you felt his release pumping into you.
"Fuck," he cursed when he pulled out of you, watching you clench around nothing but his cum inside of you.
The next couple weeks were full of sex. It was like he'd gone feral. Any and every chance he got, he was fucking you and cumming inside you. You were sore, could barely walk. So you just laid around most days, in bed, on the couch. But Kirill didn't mind, he just took care of you as if you were already pregnant; constantly muttering words about how he wanted to fuck your wanted to fill you with his babies, how he knew you would be even more beautiful when you got big with his babies in you.
When you found out you really were pregnant, he was ecstatic, he'd kissed you on the lips a hundred times before dropping to his knees to kiss your stomach, already talking about how much he loved the baby. Later that night, after he thought you'd fallen asleep, you heard him on the phone with his mom, having a conversation in excited Russian. Even though you couldn't understand the words, you could hear how proud he sounded.
He was more obsessed with you than ever now that you were pregnant. Every second that wasn't spent at the rink was spent doting on you, doing anything and everything for you, more than you really needed. He hated going away for road games, never wanted to be away from you for more than a couple hours. But he called you every single night and pushed through it, reminding himself that since you were pregnant now, you’d give birth during the off season, so at least he wouldn’t have to be away from you then.
When you found out you were having twins, Kirill swore it was because he did such a good job, because he came inside you so many times to give you more babies.
“I did good job, no?” his smile was proud, “you asked for baby, I give you two.”
Once he could finally actually see your bump, he was completely enamored. He couldn’t stop touching it, kissing it, speaking to it as if the babies could already understand him.
He insisted on only speaking Russian to them, saying they’d get all the English they needed from you and then they’d end up perfectly bilingual. When you told him you wanted to learn Russian too, he almost cried.
He spent a lot of his time making a nursery, building all the furniture, panting it the exact color you wanted, and making sure you had everything you needed and more to be prepared for when the babies arrived.
Toward the end of your pregnancy, when you were really big and got uncomfortable and irritable, he got even softer. He could see your pain and it made his heart ache. So he did everything he possibly could to keep you happy and comfortable. But sometimes, your hormones overpowered his efforts.
One night, he came home from practice to a quiet house and set his bag down by the door like always. Seconds later, you were stomping out from the hallway.
“What’s wrong with you?”
He furrowed his eyebrows and asked you what you meant, like he misunderstood your English.
“I just fell asleep and here you come slamming the door and throwing your bag on the ground, making all kinds of noise!”
He looked around in confusion, because in reality, he hadn’t done anything differently than he usually did.
“Do you have no remorse?” you went on, “I have two babies inside of me right now, I’m tired, I’ve had a headache all day, I’ve peed five times in the last hour, and all I want to do is sleep. But I can’t do that with a big Russian hockey player knocking around my house!”
“I am sorry,” he responded with wide eyes, “I will get you medicine for head and tuck you into bed. I am sorry I cannot help with going to bathroom.”
“Kirill!”
He flinched when you screamed his name like that. When you saw that, you burst into tears. Kirill rushed over to you and pulled you into his arms. He decided just to take you right to bed and hold you until you fell back to sleep.
You went into labor in the middle of the night, the pain of contractions waking you up. He was up and in action immediately, helping you to the car and carrying everything you needed.
While you were in the hospital, he never left your side, and he didn’t complain once, not even when you dug your nails into his hand because you’d squeezed it so hard while you were pushing.
You had a boy and a girl, and Kirill cut each umbilical cord with tears in his eyes. He watched you with careful eyes when you held them both for the first time, and his heart had never felt so full.
Even after you brought them home, all he wanted to do was watch you with them. He absolutely loved seeing you interact with them and take care of them.
One afternoon, he was sitting on the couch with your son in his arms and he looked up to see you walking across the kitchen with your daughter held against your chest, her eyes closed in sleep. With a smile, he stood up and walked over to you.
“You got your wish,” he said softly, then pressed a kiss to your forehead.
A/N - I don’t know anything about pregnancy or giving birth and this might not be any good