➷ pregnancy scare with fratboy!sukuna [fwb]
[18+] mdni. nsfw. fwb. piv. raw. angst. unprotected. college au. f!reader. heavy creampies. cumdump. questionable relationship. pro-choice. dacryphilia. heavy spanking. lactation kink (dirty talk).
your lips part once you arrive back to your apartment, because sukuna was still passed out in your room. snoring loudly, back rising and falling with each steady breath he took, arms crossed under the pillow.
“no way you’ve been sleeping all day,” you drop your bag by the door. expecting him to stir.
but of course, the man doesn’t move an inch. not even when you sigh loudly.
you frown, but a small knot of concern stirs inside your chest. he texted you last night, and he seemed stressed. he glossed over the fact that he skipped all his classes, and that he’d skipped practice the day before that too, and instead buried himself deep inside you, low grunts filling your ear with each rough thrust he gave you.
you weren’t expecting to see him when you got back today considering he definitely has classes around this time.
your eyes soften as you shrug off your outside clothes, kicking them into the hamper before throwing on a loose fitted tee, and crawling behind him.
“ryo?” you gently lean over him, bed dipping under your weight. the man still half asleep, facing away from you as your hand softly runs across the expanse of his tanned back, hearing him hum, fingers brushing the tattoos you’ve gotten too familiar with. you lean over, pressing a gentle kiss behind his ear knowing how sensitive it is.
sukuna grunts, flinching just a bit.
“are you sick?” you whisper.
“no,” he grunts. voice laced with sleep.
“don’t you have a lecture now?” you ask, tracing the tattoos that circle his bicep.
he hums, “ya,” yawn slipping out as he rolls onto his heavy back, another groan coming out, eyes are still closed, and brows knitted together. his hand lazily scratches his chest.
“why didn’t you go to class?” you’re glancing over his face, lips parting as you brush your fingers over the tattoos that mark his cheeks.
“didn’t feel like it,” he shrugs, groaning again when you climb on top of him, settling on his torso.
“something happen?” you ask leaning over him, breath fanning against his face as you trail soft teasing kisses along his neck, and sharp jaw. his skin is warm under you, hands easily gravitating to your ass, humming in delight when he squeezes the flesh possessively.
“shit weekend,” his reply is cut and dry. and you vaguely remember him texting you friday saying he wasn’t here for the weekend.
“what happened?” you don’t know when to quit, and it’s more confusing since you’re getting a little needy too, so it’s not even in your best interest to start poking into his moody attitude. but you still ask, and you feel him grip your ass a little tighter, before he’s cracking down a hard spank against your cheek.
“it’s just bullshit.” his hips shift up, the tent under the blanket growing.
“if we keep talkin’ im gonna get fuckin’ soft,” he snaps, hands selfish as they pull your panties to the side, biting a groan when he dips his finger in from behind. your back arching, humming as you continue kissing his jaw.
“kay,” you drop it. just like all the times before.
and he’s kicking the thin blanket off his legs, until his chubby cock springs out, and your grinding against it now, biting your lip as you watch his flushed head weaping on his toned stomach, wetting his dark happy trail.
sukuna doesn’t rush you, obvious that he’s not gonna go to any classes, arm resting behind his head, other squeezing your thigh with every rock, grunting when you start coating him in your drooling slick. panties still pulled to the side, wet folds spreading around his cock as you grind a little harder on his tip as it presses against your clit.
your hips roll down, lips parting with soft, satisfied pants. it was still mid day, the light shining through the windows, letting sukuna see everything. including the way your folds create a sticky mess when your hips rise again, your soft hands wrapping around the hem of your shirt lifting it overhead and tossing it aside.
he groans, greedy eyes gawking at the way your tits bounce when you sit back down. “fuckin’ gorgeous,” he sits up, tongue already licking the soft flesh, groaning around your nipple as he sucks it, humming when it hardens under his flat tongue.
your nails thread through his pink locks, scratching his scalp, earning a deep groan from the back his throat.
he lets himself drown in your lazy rocks, not even complaining that you haven’t sunk down on his weeping cock yet. his flushed red tip leaking more sticky pre onto your stomach as you comb your fingers through his hair. soft pants leaving your pretty mouth as he suckles on each nipple, hand groping and massaging, as the other caressed your spine, occasionally slipping to your ass to keep you rocking.
neither of you are moaning loudly, or talking. just soft pants and low curses as you finally place your hands on his shoulders, pushing up.
he pulls away from your nipple, a string of spit connecting your nipple to his glossy lips, as he watches you wrap a hand on the base of his cock. his jaw falls open briefly, strangled grunt escaping when you stroke him a few times, thumb circling his tip and pressing down.
“fuck,” his adam’s apple bobs as you finally line him up, pussy clenching as his tip nudged your soaked hole before you sink down. your stomach twists, feeling the first big stretch. “jus’ like that,” he bites his lip, every inch of his cock slowly getting wrapped in your warmth.
your inevitable whine slips out, something sukuna can always expect, biting a smirk as your nails dig into his shoulders.
“y’r good,” he reaffirms, squeezing your ass, as you hum, jaw still open as higher whines fall out the more you sink down. “atta girl.”
you hum, cheeks flushed, body hot as you finally bottom out. you rock a bit, adjusting before his lips fall back on your nipple, suckling like a sleep deprived man and you start grinding. his full pulsing cock nuzzled deep inside you, feeling your tummy bulge against his abs.
you couldn’t explain how good it felt. sukuna couldn’t take his mouth off your chest, practically groaning everytime you lifted your hips just a bit more.
it was just the warmth. his heart was clenching just as tight as your cunt every time you let out a soft whine. your smaller body always felt so good on top of him, his teeth nipping at your nipples, before he started lifting your ass a bit, so you can start bouncing.
and his muffled groans get deeper and more pathetic the longer you lazily ride him. the minutes ticking bye, and he’s digging his fingers into the globes of your ass, mouth drooling on the tops of your breasts as you start bouncing a little more. and he likes how painful his cock feels, needing more stimulation, veins throbbing against your gummy walls, but thriving off the edging.
“shiit, you feel so good today,” he’s out of breath, tongue licking the drool spilling on your breasts, lapping at your nipple as he grunts, hips jerking on instinct. “so good, so good,” his breath is uneven.
but when your nails scrap his nape, tugging his hair a bit, his heavy lids flick up to you in response, and he feels a hot searing sensation crash through him, his cock twitching violently, and he’s left completely dumbstruck.
your vision was glossed over, lashes fluttering, pupils dilated, and your perfect wet lips parted as always, shining with salvia as you pant. and your expression left his chest tightening and body squirming. why were you looking at him like that?!
there was no way your expression wasn’t unintentional.
he’s staring, face hot. and when your breath catches, whining again. lashes kissing your flushed cheeks momentarily, he’s tightening his arms around you, cradling your head, immediately bringing you to his lips.
you gasp, hand digging into his biceps as he squeezes your ass, cracking another hard spank, spreading your cheeks as he tightens his grip on your nape, swallowing your shaky moans. your body reacting as you start bouncing faster.
“what’re you thinking?” he pants against your lips. not moving to help you bounce.
“haah, you feel good,” you sigh, tongue coming out just for him to flatten his tongue on it, wet and messy, groaning when you hold his jaw.
“n—mmm-no,” he pulls from your lips. eyes dark as he falls back on the bed. you whine, eyes locked on his lips, wanting to chase after them, but also focused on keeping your pace, hands planting on his lower abs. “what’re you thinking?” and it’s the emphasis on thinking that makes your lips part, mind blanking as you stare at the man who had a grumpy ass attitude just a few seconds ago, wide eyed, flushed face, and sweat that’s built up on his chiseled chest. your cheeks sting seeing his sharp brows pulled together in pleasure as he lets you use his cock without complaining. biting his lip eyeing your body, and all you can think is—
“i wanna make you cum a lot.”
his cheeks flush, smile widening,
you nod, “yes—“ trying your best to go a faster, hips stuttering when you feel his thick cock press against your cervix. “want you to cum and fill me up—haah just like you like.”
“just how i like it?” he husks, biting his lip trying not to smile too hard, especially when you’re staring down at him with those big glossy doe eyes that makes him twitch. still wondering how you can look at him like that when you guys were just grinding a few seconds ago—maybe it was the way he was sucking your tits too?
but still, you whine again at the rasp in his throat. he always sounds sexier when you’re fucking, and you hate the way your brain short circuits whenever he groans or grunts. the sound so manly.
his jaw clenches and sharp eyes focusing on the way your pussy swallows his thick member. and now you’re looking down at where you’re connected, whining again because you can see the frothy white ring circling his thick base. drool collecting on your tongue, cheeks flushed, eyeing his wet pubes — the dark salmon hairs shining with your arousal, and you can only whine more—
“you’re drooling, babe—ngh—“ his thighs flex, nails digging into your hips, as another hand comes up to grope your bouncing tits, biting a groan. “keep talkin’—you want me to cum—why?”
this whole thing is fucked up.
not even fully understanding why his horny ass brain wants you to answer.
“mmm ryo—“ you whine, head falling back as you continue slamming down on his length. “you like filling me up…you like cumming inside me—angh and and—ah fuck!—it feels good when you c-cum….so good, ryo—yaa, ya.”
his eyes fixate on his cock pressing against your tummy with every slam. the bulge so cute, trailing his eyes back up to your babbling lips. your dumb brain falling apart, as you work yourself on top of him. for how much you complain after about it being hard, you still love being on top.
“you like my cum?” he’s holding onto you tight, already feeling his stomach coil and his balls start to pulse by your words.
“yes!” you moan, gaze falling back on him, and you whine, seeing his dark eyes lock with yours. “your cum is so warm and heavy—and i like it—i like when you cum so much…ah haah—“ you’re bouncing erratically, getting sloppier and more whiney. he’s spreading his legs apart, watching you lean up, hands groping his large pecs for stability, your pervy little brain whining as you feel him up.
“fuck you’re dirty,” he groans loud, hand falling on top of yours on his pec. “y’ like seeing your pussy filled up with white sticky cum?”
“y’ like it deep in your tummy,” he pants, throat husky.
“y’ like what?” ah fuck he’s teasing you, and the raspy tone has you whining louder, slamming your hips down, the clapping of your ass back on his thighs filling the air. the sloshing of your arousal obscene.
“y’ur cum—cum ryo, angh please please—cum,” the tears fill your waterline, drool sliding down with the way you’re moaning, and out of breath. begging him to cum, chanting his name, until he’s grasping your ass. legs spreading and pushing up, and you’re still trying to bounce on him. whining like a pathetic needy thing.
“ngh christ! that dirty fucking mouth—“ his heavy thighs flex, cock weeping inside you. “y’ wanna get your pussy filled that bad?”
your lashes flutter, eyes glazed as you concentrate on holding off your orgasm, because sukuna’s so close, and your heart is aching to make him feel good, for a reason you don’t want to think about, even if it similar to that feeling you had seeing him upset last night—“ryo p-please…” you whine, “are you close? I wanna cum—“ you’re out of breath, and sukuna is groaning loud, chest shaking and neck straining as he lifts his hips.
“close—fuck—let’me fill this pussy—fuckk fu—ngh!”
you gasp, braising yourself as a loud moan shakes his entire body and his cock pulses erratically before squirting ropes of thick cum inside your gummy walls.
you flush, whining as you keep bouncing, sticky slaps fill the room as sukuna groans, eyes heavy as you ride yourself to your coming orgasm. your little fingers rubbing circles on your clit before you’re shaking, eyes crossing and clenching around his aching cock before coming completely undone.
“fuck,” sukuna chokes, hand failing to hold your hips stopping your trembling as you rub your clit against his pubes. trying to milk more of his cum out as you whine.
your palms are still planted on his chest, head down, panting, eyes shut as you catch your breath.
and the man underneath you is fucked completely.
his gaze is locked on your softening features, brows unknitting as you come off down from your orgasm. and you look like you’re glowing, the sweat on your skin glistening in the daylight, it’s almost instinctual for him to brush a hand across your warm cheek. ears turning red when your lashes flutter softly at the contact, soft pants leaving your lips as your tired eyes meet his.
“come’ere,” he mutters, glossy lips parting, pulling you down to his mouth, meeting in a lazy kiss. his thumb caresses your cheek, warmth spreading through his chest when you pull away to breathe, dazed look in your eyes, leaning into his plan as he stares. “you’re cute when you get needy for cum.”
your eyes close in exasperation.
“you’re a dick,” you mutter, embarrassed.
he snorts, still holding your cheek, biting back a smirk when you open your eyes to glare at him to shut up, but he doesn’t. “didn’t know y’ liked me cumming that much and in this pussy too. it was just cute s’ all, woman.”
“s’ just…” you stifle a yawn, fingers smoothing over the tattoos on his chest. “you always cum a lot. like in general.”
“it’s called being a man,” he snorts.
you tsk shaking your head. “guys don’t cum that much. but you do. and i feel it filling me up, and it’s good...” and you don’t realize the affect your words have until you’re glancing at sukuna’s frozen face. his sharp brows scrunching as his grip tightens around your nape.
“you’re gonna make me fucking hard again,” he groans into your lips.
and all this seems to replay in your head — along with every other time you and sukuna fucked in the last two-ish months.— all because of today.
your heart was beating erratically.
throat tightening as you felt the bathroom walls cave in.
there was no way. it wasn’t possible. not three of them!
it’s a joke. or a dream—yes a dream! wake up! please!
and that’s also how you ended up ignoring sukuna all weekend, up until now. your eyes widen when you see the familiar set of salmon hair noticing you at the same time, cigarette falling from his lips as he immediately starts beelining, through the crowded courtyard, towards you—
“oh actually i have to go—“ you quickly sit up, grabbing your things and stuffing them in your bag.
“you didn’t even finish your food,” utahime says with a mouth full of her salmon bowl.
“i gotta take a dump before my next class, ill text you guys!” and you don’t even give shoko or utahime a chance to respond before making quick strides across the field in the opposite direction. your foot making contact with the side walk turning the corner when a tight grip catches your bicep, lurching back—
“hey!-“ his face is red, sharp brows pinched in anger, slightly out of breath too from sprinting to you. “what the fuck’s your problem? why aren’tchu answering y’r fucking phone?”
“I’ve been busy,” you squirm in his grasp.
“oh please,” he scoffs, sharp brows knit together, eyes narrowing as he notices the way you’re avoiding eye contact. “cut the bullshit, what the fuck happened? you pissed at me or some’ shit?” he tries to get in your face, but you still don’t look at him. “what the fuck?”
“I didn’t fucking say anything,” you try again to free yourself, but it only tightens, now dragging you around the building away from prying eyes. “ryomen—let go—“
“tell me what the fuck’s going on, before I start gettin’ pissed.”
your eyes narrow, “are you threatening me?”
his jaw clenches, grip easing on you, it wasn’t a bruising grip to begin with, but still kept you from running away. “I’m highly suggesting.”
and you look away again. and now his chest is starting to tighten, and his clothes just get a little hotter, especially when your brows pinch together even more, expression unfamiliar to him as your hands clench — it was obvious…
“i know y’re fuckin pissed at me— answerin’ gojo’s fuck ass text about class, but not me? the fuck did i do? you’re acting weird,” and he’s towering over you, as you’re turning your face away again, only adding to his anxiety. he can’t even remember what could’ve happened. the last time he saw you was at your place and you’d called then to fuck. you even watched a lame ass movie after that he complained the whole way through.
his tone eases, cautious now, voice leveled as he calls your name.
another beat of silence rolls out. the birds chirping in the distance, and your lips part.
and you unironically witness all the color drain from his face in seconds. throat going dry, and body completely still.
your hands grasp the sides of your head, already feeling that horrible twist in your gut again, possibly the same one sukuna’s suddenly feeling, the nausea crawling up his throat, as you slowly begin to panic,
“fuckfuckfuck,” you’re crouching down, full emotions hitting now. your lips tremble, eyes filling with immediate tears as you look up at sukuna who’s still frozen. “ryo what do i do?—“
his lips part in slight disbelief, hand rubbing down his face, “fuck!—“
“ryo,” you’re breathing heavily.
“you took a pregnancy test?” he finally tries to collect himself, heart pounding in growing panic. “aren’t you on fucking birth control?? how the fuck did this happen!!?” he snaps.
“I don’t know!” you shout.
“stop saying that!” you groan, and now he’s pacing, hand rubbing his face aggressively and you’re still crouched on the ground.
“when did you find out—what made you take it?”
“last week, I couldn’t remember if I got my period this month or last month, and I’ve been eating a lotta peanut butter and pickles, and I just panicked and I had a test so i took it and it came out positive.”
that only serves to make sukuna’s anxiety worse. “why the fuck didn’t you tell me then?!!”
“clearly I’m still wrapping my head around it! and you’re not my fucking boyfriend—“
“we fuck! we fuck basically every fucking day! so ya, you fucking tell me—“
“well i told you now!” and the shouting was immediately followed by your eyes filling with tears easily spilling down your cheeks at the situation. “i don’t want it, ryo—“ your lips tremble, in full panic, “but I don’t know how far along it is and-and I’m fucking broke!” you cry, more tears coming out, basically hiccuping. “I can’t afford an abortion.”
his chest twists. damnit, he’s not used to seeing you cry outside of sex, or panic to begin with.
he kneels in front of you, arms easily holding your shoulders and pulling to his chest. “we’ll figure it out,” his voice is strained with controlled frustration at the situation, just replaying all the times he’s cummed inside you, and even more panicked because you’re trembling, not even knowing what you expect him to say—
“what do i do—i think I have to make an appointment?” you’re sniffling into his chest, panicking even more at the thought of making an appointment at a clinic.
“ya—um, fuck—“ he groans again, and that just causes you to pull away, hands coming up to your face, crying harder. “shit, fuck baby—don’t cry, I’m sorry, I’m just—I don’t know what the fuck is going on.”
“d-don’t say that,” you’re crying more, chest tightening. “i don’t know either! so don’t leave me, please.”
his jaw clenches, “I’m not gonna fucking leave you,” he snaps, but clearly that doesn’t stop your crying. his head falls back in exasperation. “fuck.”
is this the world punishing him?
but even so, if he had to think about the future, the silver lining here would be that he’d probably get to fuck you for the rest of his life, right? i mean if you can’t get the abortion, shouldn’t you guys get married then? probably a courthouse type thing, it works in your favors being married financially. also your tits would get bigger too, and they’d be filled with milk—
he silently shows up at your place the next day. neither of you very talkative on the way to the nearest radiology clinic. his hands deep in his pockets, as he walks close beside you.
you can’t even begin to imagine what he’s thinking—
“what happens if we can’t get rid of it?”
“huh?” your eyes slowly turns to him.
he shrugs, trying his best to be cautious, “I don’t know, like what happens with us?”
and that elects a different response from you, one of subtle shock, but also another feeling of anxiety at the implication of speaking about your sexual relationship. and addressing this had you stuttering out a response.
“i-um—I don’t know…” your throat goes dry.
his eyes glance over at you, biting his jaw because you’re so quiet, understandably so, but he’s still curious to know what you think. which has been an annoying reoccurrence lately, even before this reveal.
“i won’t leave you, jus’ so y’know.”
your chest tightens. teeth sinking into your lips, controlling your confused emotions, and maybe that’s why you can only respond by reaching out to him, small fingers tightening around his sleeve, holding it.
his jaw tenses, and eyes softening as you lean closer to him, just as you arrive at the clinic.
luckily after you both calmed down a bit yesterday. you sat at a picnic bench, googling what to do and finding the nearest clinic to make an appointment. and the entire time, you were pressed close to him, as he leaned over the table, typing in your info to book the appointment, all the while your face was pressed against his bicep watching with rimmed eyes, unbothered by the way your snot was being wiped all over his short sleeve and skin every few seconds.
“name please?” the secretary asks. 
sukuna looms tall and broad behind you as you take the form and fill out some additional questions. it’s quiet as you wait. neither of you speaking, his head resting against the wall, eyes shut as to not look at all the baby posters hanging around. while you stare at each and every single one, making your anxiety worse until you hear your name called.
you’re both up in seconds, startling a few bystanders.
and from an outsiders point of view. it was amusing.
watching you and sukuna walk into the room like robots. expressions cold and controlled. hands shaking to stay calm. holding your breaths as you laid on the chair, and sukuna stood close by, hands never leaving his pockets.
“so you guys are here to know how far along you are?” the technician starts.
you nod your head, anticipation eating you alive. both you and sukuna praying it’s not too far along that you can still get an abortion.
sukuna’s hand flexed in his pocket when you lift your shirt, popping your jeans open and zipping it down.
“well I don’t see a bump, but sometimes women can be six months along and not see a difference, but it’s rare, haha” she laughs lightly, as if that doesn’t actually make sukuna taste a bit of puke in the back of his throat, and your stomach twist ready to shit with anxiety.
you wet your lips watching her snap the gloves on and grab the gel, still rambling on when she looks at you and sukuna, not bothering to read the room at all as she smiles. “you guys make such a pretty couple!” she gushes, “I’m sure this baby will be even more beautiful with both your looks,” she coos.
and the anxiety you both were choking on, prevents either of you from correcting her. only scrutinizing every movement until she’s squirting the cold gel onto your tummy.
sukuna shifts uncomfortably. the technician’s gloved hand spreads the gel before clicking some buttons on the sonogram.
“okay, let’s see,” she smiles, spreading the transducer around your stomach, watching the screen closely as the black and white image shows.
the silence is deafening. you can hear the people in the waiting room, and sukuna cracking his knuckles with anxiety.
you’re trying not to squirm, eyes closing, and sukuna is pacing from foot to foot, rocking with uncontrolled nerves. get a grip, he’s dealt with far worse before, but this—it was different. how does one even process what’s happening??—
bracing for the worst as two pairs of sharp eyes bore into the poor woman making her shiver.
“um, you’re not pregnant.”
your brains short circuit, catching up to what was just said.
the sheet crinkles under you. sukuna wets his lip still processing, “what?”
“i don’t see anything,” she hooks the transducer back on the machine, grabbing a paper towel, but you’re both still frozen in confusion.
“what’dya mean she’s not pregnant?” sukuna is dumbstruck,
“i took three pregnancy tests, they all came out positive?? and I couldn’t remember the last time I got my period.”
the technician wipes the gel from your stomach, brows furrowing as she looks at you. “really?”
you nod erratically. needing an explanation for the fucking crisis you’ve been living this whole week!
she tosses the dirty towels in the bin, turning back to you thinking. “three tests?” she thinks more, “did you get them all from the same place?”
“no they were all different brands,” you shake your head. “i had them all in my bathroom.
that’s when her brows quirks up, “how long have you had them in there?”
“um, my sister bought them like two years ago when she was trying.”
the technician offers a gentle smile, “honey, did you check if they were expired before using them?”
sukuna’s head falls forward, hand sliding down his face, feeling a thousand pound weight lifted off his shoulders.
“they usually expire within one to three years, and it’s always best just to buy them fresh from the store next time,” she explains, “your period though could be due to stress or other factors, which i suggest you get checked—“
“angh fuck, ryo!” you cry, head thrown back in pleasure as he pounds into, hitting your sweet spot until your vision is getting blurry.
“fucking gave me a goddamn heart attack—y’ didn’t bother to check the expiration date—haa fuck!” he grunts slamming his aching cock deep into your pussy, not bothering to hold back his strength, groaning when you cry out again.
“I didn’t know,” you moan, lips covered in drool, back arching off your mattress, as his arm hooks under your leg, shoving his cock deeper, skin slapping with every vulgar thrust.
and he’s bending your leg against your chest, leaning over and groaning as his thick veins drag against your walls, arm pressed beside your head for balance, cracking in meaner thrusts to watch the tears start to build in your waterline, jaw slack in pleasure as you moan.
“fuck you look so good under me,” he’s panting, eyeing your blissed out face. because after a week—two days for him— that could’ve changed your lives forever, when the relief of freedom is given to you by the sweet words you’re not pregnant. the only thing two people in this kind of relationship can do, is have loud messy sex.
and it doesn’t matter how many rounds you go. crying his name over and over, panting into your ear as his grunts rack through his sweaty body every time you clench around him.
the words still manage to tumble out of his lips, “you can trust me.”
he’s still cracking in thrusts, eyeing you below him, and you’re blinking the tears to look at him, mouth agape, panting and whining.
“if you were pregnant,” he rasps, biting a groan, “I wouldn’t have left you.” he doesn’t care right now. not when he’s about to cum again, and stuff you full of it. and not when you’re crying below him so beautifully because of the pleasure he’s giving you, and not the stress and panic of the unknown. “if you wanted the abortion—ngh, we would’ve gotten it—I would’ve paid,” he’s grunting loud, crimson gaze locked on yours. “if y’ wanted to keep it, I would’ve stayed too,” and now he’s chuckling, as if his words are funny and not making your stomach flip and tumble.
“doesn’t matter if we just fuck, and not dating,” he lists, groaning when you start clenching around him, whining softly as your nails dig into his skin, blinking up at him, holding onto every single word and syllable coming out of his mouth. “none of that matters—“ he pants. “I’m a fucking dick,” he groans again, “but I wouldn’t do that to you.”
and he’s looking at your face, and the flush and dampness of your cheeks, and your eyes doting up at him with something he can’t read. his lips just part again, eyes softening, groan slipping out by accident, and he’s feeling his hips grow sloppy, especially when you’re staring up at him like a fucking doll.
“plus,” he adds, biting back another pathetic moan when you reach your hand up, gasping when he snaps a harder, meaner thrust in, shaking your body, tits bouncing. “you’d look so fucking hot—“ he pants, letting you grab hold of his jaw, pulling him down. “if y’were pregnant,” he’s laughing at your whine, feeling you tighten around him. “jus’ thinking about your tits swollen with milk,” he’s speaking against your lips, groaning when you start shaking, orgasm practically hitting faster with his vulgar words. “would you still let me suck them?”
“ryo!” you cry out, jaw slack as you cum with a high pitched whine, and he’s laughing, chasing his own incoming climax.
“haah fuck—y’r pussy always tastes good, and your spit—your milk would be even sweeter, ya?” and he’s talking himself into a frenzy, head going dizzy at the fantasy of your tits full with milk and you’re clenching every time he speaks. “y’d let me suck them until they’re sore, right? let me drink all y’r milk, ma?”
you’re trembling, cheeks stinging, “ryo, d-don’t say that,” you whine.
he’s still laughing, thrusts sloppy, leaning his face close to yours, panting into your mouth, “you can cry about getting stuffed with my cum, but I can’t think about your tits filled with so much milk that it’s leaks out—ngh fuck!” he’s slamming deep into when you clench one final time, his cock twitching violently shooting ropes of cum, creaming hard inside you. “fucckk—fuck y’ feel good,” he moans, unashamed at how vocal he is.
his sweaty forehead pressed against yours, abs flexing as he lazily thrusts his squirting cock, filling you up, just the way you like.
and even out of breath and sweaty, you’re nuzzling your face into his neck as he lays beside you, chest heaving. your lips kissing his neck, hand running across his pecs.
and he knows why you’re thanking him, though he doesn’t think you need too. he’s just happy you know that he’ll be there.
even if you are just fuck buddies…
[a/n] - the lactation kink came outta nowhereeee but it made me blushhh — love me some dirty talk :p
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