Hanoi Rocks Luver

but yeah… man definitely has a breeding kink—he’s got two kids before you even enter the picture, and if you think he’s stopping there, you’re dead wrong. kit adores the idea of a big family, a home filled with laughter and little feet running around. and the idea of you carrying his baby? drives him crazy.

making sure you’re full of him—he’ll hold your hips down, thrusting deep and slow, dragging it out so you feel every inch, whispering against your lips, “that’s it, suga’... attagirl.” and when he finally spills inside you? he doesn’t pull out right away. ohhh no. he stays there, grinding lazily, making sure you take all of him.

one hands sliding over your stomach, the other gripping your thigh to keep you spread open for him. if you try to move too soon? he’s pinning you down with that lazy smirk. and don’t even think about trying to roll over or push him off—you know he’s got those strong arms wrapping around you, keeping you in place, murmuring, “stay still, lemme just—yeah, there we go—wanna make sure it takes.” his voice all soft but his hold anything but.

and god help you if you so much as whimper about being too full—because that just makes him groan, pressing deeper like he needs you to feel every last drop. “yeah? feels good, don’t it? s’cause you were made for me, angel.”