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sigh, I wonder what jensen ackles is doing rn

Dean…

You know he's fucking got extra sperm… that man is built like a fucking god.. I just can't shake the feeling that if he was hell-bent in getting you pregnant (both consenting ofc) then he would. And he would pump so much into you..

requests open!!

pairing : dean winchester x reader

summary : dean has the craving to impregnate you , even if he tires you out round after round.

warnings : mdni , 18+ , est. relationship , pregnancy/breeding kink , pregnancy (obviously) , p in v , smut , dirty talk , mommy kink (?? u decide).

615 words

ily for this , wish he was the breedable one sometimes 🫦

in the shared space that was dean’s bedroom, it felt even smaller and more cramped than usual due to the strong arms that were planted on each side of your head, caging you in. your legs were wrapped tight around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as his hips pistoned into your own, your hair getting tangled between his fingers with each deep thrust.

you two had been at it for an hour or so, ever since he got back from a hunt with sam. he came straight to the bedroom where he knew you were and bent you over the edge of the bed, ripping your pants down alongside your damp panties. as of lately, every night ended with you being fucked stupid and stuffed full of his seed that dripped out of your tired hole. but obviously, he shoved it back inside of you, never letting a single drop go to waste.

he’d been hellbent on having sex raw, even going as far as to throw away all condoms he kept in his bedside drawer, and insisted on not pulling out. besides the few times you gave him a blowjob and he’d paint your face white, his cum was shooting deep inside of you and making home. sometimes he’d even shove a plug in the tight hole of your cunt just so nothing was spilling.

"fuck, sweetheart.. gonna pump you full ‘til your round with my kid." he spoke during grunts, the headboard still creaking despite the pillow behind it to stop it from slamming against the wall, his body leaning over yours to hit a deeper angle. his hands slid down from beside your bed to grab your calves, lifting your legs so they were slung over his shoulders, the tip of his cock assaulting your cervix as his hips quickened the pace somehow.

your moans were drowned out by his lips suddenly crashing against yours, tongue swirling around yours and teeth clattering against eachothers. "so tight, all for me." his mouth left yours only to drag down your chest, tongue flicking at your perk nipples before he wrapped his lips around one, his hand kneading the other one to give his favorite girls the attention they deserved. "can’t wait for these to get swole, dripping with milk." his hips stuttered at the delicious sob you let out at his words, your hands clutching the sheets.

"you’d like that, huh? you’d like me to make you a mommy?" his pace began slipping and becoming sloppy as he felt his balls tighten and that feeling flutter in his stomach. "gonna cum, baby, gonna fill you to the brim." when your walls tightened around his cock and you reached your own climax, legs twitching around his neck and back arching off the bed, he gave a final deep thrust before emptying his load inside of you, his mouth detaching from your breast as his head tilted back.

it took a few moments until the ropes stopped and his cock began softening inside of you, his forehead resting on your collarbone with heavy pants coming from his lips. but, of course, since he had his mind set on giving you his baby, two rounds was obviously not enough (you’d already had a round prior), and his hips slowly started up again and he was hardening inside of you.

"did so good for me, sweetheart. i know you’re tired, but please. one more, i promise."

he definitely broke his promise that night, as it took a few more hours until sam could finally take off his headphones and not be met with the sounds of his favorite people planning to make him an uncle.

sub dean here!

DOM!dean winchester who holds a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans when you two have sex in the bed beside sam, muttering a "shh, sweetheart. you don’t wanna wake poor sammy up now, d’you?" in your ear before nipping at your neck. when you nod and look at him with those teary eyes, he’ll smirk and kiss your forehead softly, a stark contrast to his thrusts that were destroying your cunt. "good girl." if sam does awake when your in a compromising position, your face will flush and you’ll give him an apologetic smile, while dean would just smirk and tease that "you missed all the fun, brother."

DOM!dean winchester who had to be touching you at all times, whether it was a hand on your waist, on your thigh, his foot grazing yours under the table, or literally just his pinky intertwined with yours when walking the streets. sometimes it was possessive, like he was letting everyone know you already had a partner, but other times it was different. you think those times were him just making sure you were there and still by his side, that you weren’t gonna leave him alone. you always let him, allowed him to take the comfort he craved in any way.

DOM!dean winchester who never lets you pay for your own drinks, food, or anything else you desired, despite you insisting time and time again that you earned your own money and could pay for it yourself. did he listen? absolutely not. he’d always act like he was deaf when you’d tell him, looking around absentmindedly before cutting you off by talking about something completely off topic. you shake your head and let him yap away, occasionally chiming in, unable to fight the smile creeping it’s way onto your face.

DOM!dean winchester who will twist your hair into a ponytail and tug it back when he’s balls deep inside of your inner walls, taking you from behind, his free hand raising and landing a hard smack on your ass every few minutes. he loved the way you’d whine at his palm striking your cheek, panting like a bitch in heat while he drove into you, your hands digging into his shirt that your face was buried in. he liked to have his clothing shoved in your nose whenever you had sex, so that when whenever you moaned and took a deep breath for air, all you could smell was him. all of your senses were him.

DOM!dean winchester who has you on your knees beneath the table if your out having dinner at a restaurant, which usually only happened on anniversaries or special occasions, his cock buried in the warmth of your mouth, tip hitting deep in your throat. he may try to keep his noises down, but he can’t help the groans that left his lips when you’d whimper around his length, your hand fondling his balls. his hand is tangled in your hair and pushing your head down until your nose was against his trimmed hairs, a low curse coming from him when he spills his load down your throat and you swallow it all.

DOM!dean winchester who dishes out the best aftercare once he’s done rearranging your insides so they’re molded in the shape of his cock. he’ll grab a towel that he kept bedside for nights like these and wipe the mess from between your legs, throwing it in the hamper along with the bedsheets. once the sheets are changed and the bed is now clean, he’ll lay down and bring you into his arms, resting your head on his chest. his fingers draw lazy patterns on your sides as he whispers praises in your ear, kissing the top of your head: "did so good f’me, sweetheart", "love you so much", "my good girl, aren’t you?"

dom dean here!

ꜱᴜʙ!ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ who may seem confident and cocky in public, turns to a mess beneath you when you sit on his face, cunt soaked with arousal and his own saliva. he whimpers as he laps at your pussy desperately, fingers leaving imprints in the soft flesh of your thighs with how tight he was gripping you, teary green eyes fixated on your face as you degrade him and use his face like a fuck toy, your hands almost pulling strands out with how hard you tug at it.

ꜱᴜʙ!ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ who will have you sit on his lap, back snug against his chest, as he snaps his hips into your ass, his arms wrapped tight around your waist and his face fitted in the crook of your neck. there’s a large dark stain where the tip of his cock is tented against the fabric of his boxers, sure to crust after he was done chasing his third orgasm without even being inside of your tight cunt yet.

ꜱᴜʙ!ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ who can’t remember his own name as you ride him with purpose, hands tied to the bedposts with handcuffs, your panties stuffed in his mouth to deafen his pathetic whines (although wasn’t succeeding very well) and toes curling into the bedsheets. he had fucked you stupid plenty of times, always mocking you and smirking, but now, with your hands around his throat and belittling words being spat at him, he knew exactly how you felt. and, god, if he didn’t love it.

ꜱᴜʙ!ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ who will sit on his knees and rut his leaking cock against your foot when you walk through the door, fingers clawing desperately at your jeans as if trying to tear them apart. he would never even think about taking them off himself without your permission, knowing he’d be in big trouble if he did. his drool would leave a damp stain on your jeans, needy whimpers of your name and pants rolling off his tongue with each grind of his hips. if he had a tail, it most definitely would be thumping against the floor erratically.

ꜱᴜʙ!ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ who just wants to be your good little boy and listen to your every word. if you tell him to strip, he’s standing with nothing on but pre-cum smeared on his cock. if you tell him to get on his knees, he’s digging his knees into the carpet and looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. if you call his name, he’s already beside you, eyes fixed on you as he awaited your next command.

ꜱᴜʙ!ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ who is just an attention whore in the body of a sexy man trying to seem cool.

I wanna love me The way that you love me For all of my pretty and all of my ugly too I'd love to see me from your point of view

| synopsis: | one night, Dean decides to show you how perfect he thinks you are.

| includes: | dean winchester x fem!reader, no use of y/n, friends to lovers, established friendship, smut, porn with some plot lol, aftercare (awh)

| word count: | 1,863

| song inspo: | pov by ariana grande

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You were usually better at leaving work at the office.

You prided yourself that no matter how bad the hunt was, you'd always try to look on the bright side of things. There was too much darkness in the world to let it shallow you whole.

Dean could tell this hunt had gotten under your skin. The way you quietly disassociated out the car window and didn't say a word through all three state lines. Normally, he'd have to threaten to throw you out within twenty minutes of the trip if you didn't stop mindlessly talking. Now, in the loud silence of the Impala racing down the highway, he longed to hear the sound of your soft giggles at his empty threats.

It didn't make you feel any better either, knowing that he had heard the entire monologue the demon had lain into you. How the evil creature chided you, revealing every one of your deepest scars.

A liability. A distraction. A nuisance. Waste of space. Nobody.

Every ugly thought that spun in the darkest depths of your mind was now out there after what happened tonight. And Dean had heard every single word of it.

You knew you didn't have anything to prove to the Winchester brothers. You'd proven yourself to be an asset to their team the moment your paths had crossed four years ago in the swamps of Louisiana. After saving both of their asses, neither of them thought twice when you climbed into the backseat of Baby and never left. 

Dean spared a glance down at his watch. 2:37 a.m.

"How about we pull over at the next motel?" His voice came out hoarse, startling you out of your daze.

Your brows furrowed. "Isn't Sam expecting us back at Bobby's?" 

"They'll survive." Was all Dean replied. 

True to his word, Baby turned into the next motel parking lot five miles later.

You both fell into your normal post-hunt routine. Sam used to say it was weird how silently and synchronously you both moved. No words exchange, just bodies floating through space in a coordinated dance.

Weapons cleaned and packed away. Research tabbed and stored. Showers taken and bloodied clothes soaking in the sink. 

Since there were no vacancies in any of the larger rooms, you and Dean lay shoulder to shoulder in the quaint full-size bed. The bitter November wind was persistent against the shutters. Its bone-chilling bite slipped through the thin cracks of broken window panes. Shivering, you silently cursed your clothes for laying in a pool of grim and dirt in the bathroom. You were left only in your underwear and bra, one step above Dean who was trying to hide his discomfort in his boxers. 

"Do you think this thing's got bed bugs?" Dean asked. Even though it was nearly pitch black, you could make out his heavy gaze at the popcorn ceiling. 

"Most definitely." You replied, keeping your eyes fixed on the water-stain above your head. 

Flipping over onto your side to face him, you gazed at his tired features. "You know, we didn't have to stay here tonight. We could've gone back."

Dean shook his head but didn't return your stare. "Nah. It was a long day."

Your face burned in embarrassment. "Dean... about today..."

"We don't have to talk about it." He whispered your name softly. 

Though you had put miles between yourself and that awful demon, it didn't stop the replay of the night's events playing over and over again in your head. 

Bile rose in your throat at the memory of the black-eyed monster laughing at you. Teasing you. Mocking you. 

"He'll never see you the way he sees all those other girls. Those girls have something special. You'll always be less than them." It had circled the two of you, bound together back-to-back on one of the barn's support posts. 

"Dean Winchester will never love a worthless nobody like you." Was the last horrid sentence it uttered before Dean snapped the rope you had been filing and killed the wretched thing.

You were suddenly thankful for the room's darkness as uninvited tears pooled in your eyes. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did your best to steel yourself. 

You knew Dean. The days had turned into weeks, months, then years as you joined the Winchesters on their dangerous journey through the nightmares of the world. Earning your spot at their sides, both brothers had also gotten attached to you. The lightness and humanity you brought on every hunt never went unnoticed. It was something Dean appreciated, even if he'd never say it out loud. You knew when he needed to hear a corny joke after a rough day or when he just needed some quiet company when the day didn't go quite how they planned.

You also knew how he operated when it came to women. Sometimes, you'd wind up in a town where a mysterious girl at the bar or damsel in distress caught Dean's attention. When a fun time began to take a wary turn into something more, he couldn't get away fast enough.

There was no way you'd ever risk your friendship over some school-girl crush. You'd rather have stolen stares and a heavy heart than nothing at all.

You hadn't even realized a tear was sliding down your cheek until Dean's calloused fingers gently brushed the wetness from your face.

"Sweetheart, please don't cry." He whispered. The pained expression on his exhausted features was enough to bring another tidewave of tears to your eyes.

"I'm sorry for today. That you had to hear all of those things." You mumbled.

His laugh startled you. "You think that's why I don't want to talk about what happened today?"

"Well, yeah. The things that the demon said... I just—I don't want it to ruin the way things are." Your throat bobbed. "With us."

"And what are we?" He asked.

You suddenly realized how close the two of you had drifted. Merely inches from Dean's face, you could make out every small freckle that dusted his nose and subtle flecks of auburn in his hazel eyes.

"Friends." You swallowed hard. "We're friends."

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his boyish grin. "You really have no idea, do you?"

His breath fanned across your cheek. Your thighs squeezed together as you did your best not to lean any closer and break the invisible wall. 

"Any idea about what?" You asked. 

"Fuck it." He muttered. Propping himself up on his elbows, his lips crashed into yours before you could utter a word.

Fuck, you'd daydreamed about this moment for as long as you could remember. The infinite hours of staring at the back of Dean's neck from the backseat of Baby. Wondering just how good it would feel with those hands around your neck.

It was better than you ever could have imagined. 

Hot and impatient, Dean's toned frame hovered over yours. His hands were as greedy as his lips; wandering to every inch of your body like you were a treasure he was trying to uncover. You absentmindedly leaned into his warm touch and accidentally dragged your clothed pussy over his boxers.

"Easy there Sweetheart. I plan on taking my time." He groaned, gripping your hips. 

The whine that left your lips as he retreated was quickly replaced by a moan while he peppered kisses down your neck. Nipping and sucking as he made his way down to that sensitive spot near your collarbone. 

"Dean, fuck." You rasped. His teeth were rough against your skin and you couldn't help but smile at the thought of the deep purple mark you'll be branded with tomorrow. 

"Do you know how fucking crazy you drive me?" Dean said. "How many times I wanted to tell Sam to fuck off so I could have 5 minutes alone with you?"

"But I don't—those girls that you..." You could barely finish your sentence, too distracted by his fingers playing with the thin waistband of your panties.

Tortuously, he lightly traced his fingers up and down the length of your swollen lips. A dark damp spot had already begun forming under his dangerous touch. Unashamed, you pressed against his palm and moaned. 

"It was always you, baby." Dean's eyes were uncharacteristically soft while he gazed down at you. You rarely saw this side of him and the sight of seeing him so vulnerable, only for you, made your pussy throb.

Shoving your panties aside, his calloused fingers dipped inside your wet folds. You were suddenly thankful for the privacy of the shitty motel room as you groaned Dean's name like a prayer. The darkness became full of your whimpering moans and dripping pussy slamming against Dean's hand.

"That's it baby. Show me how bad you want it." 

Stars twinkled in the corners of your vision as you shamelessly came all over his fingers. Giving you one last stroke, Dean slowly removed his glistening fingers. Your core burned like a wildfire while you watched him bring them to his mouth and suck off your cum. 

With both of your under garments being shed in a clumsy heap on the floor, Dean dipped his head to your chest and twirled his tongue around your peaked nipples. Your eyes rolled back while his other hand ghosted the tip of his cock over your dripping hole. 

"You're so beautiful. Always thought about you like this." He growled, pushing his cock into your tight opening. 

Your hips bucked as he fucked into your pussy like the world was ending. He continued to whisper the dirtiest things in your ear with every stroke. 

"Such a pretty girl, taking my dick so good."

"Think you can sit back there in your little shorts every day and not expect to get fucked."

"Wanted to bend you over the table in that fucking library." 

Every sentence made your walls flutter around him. Cock drunk, you mumbled incoherent moans and broken syllables of Dean's name as he fucked you into the cheap motel mattress. His fingers dug into the flesh on your ass to tilt you up towards him—the new angle allowing him to hit your g-spot.

"Come on, Sweetheart. Cum all over my cock like a good girl." 

His permission was all you needed, a wave of pleasure racking through your entire body. Your vision went black with every pulse of your pussy gripping Dean's cock. You could feel Dean's dick begin to twitch inside your pulsing walls. Within seconds of your orgasm, Dean fumbled to pull out of you—cumming all over your stomach and tits.

"One second baby." Dean quickly rolled out of bed and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. You watched him in awe as he gently cleaned you up, making sure to kiss every blossoming bruise on your sensitive skin.

Once you were cleaned up, Dean looped an arm around your waist and tugged you into him, his chest pressed into your back. He placed a light kiss on the top of your head.

"Dean?" You whispered into the dark.

"Shh, I can feel your worrying."

"I don't want to lose you." 

soldier boy x reader (18+)

warnings: infidelity, mentioned age gap, dubious consent, dumbification if you squint!

wc: 1.6k

note: and i work like a dog. day and night. shout out to the anon who requested this i hope they see this and i hope they love it.. this was rlly hard for no reason it took me forever.

pt 2. my toxic valentine

You should’ve listened to your coworkers.

Should’ve listened to the reasonable part of your head that always told you not to accept drinks from strangers, especially not men who looked old enough to be your dad. But.. he was handsome. And you were easy as hell for those emerald green eyes that glistened in the light at the bar you worked at. You couldn’t help yourself!

Truthfully, you felt you deserved this. This is what happens to girls who get dickmatized after one date and one too many drinks. A delusional thing you were are.

Soldier Boy was standing by the door with his arms crossed over his chest. He was just.. staring at you. This blank yet amused expression on his face while he watched you cry and scramble to bag up whatever shit you’d left over his house the past few months.

“You’re being so dramatic, sweetheart.” He said, unmoving from his position. Occasional quips and comments like that would come every so often. It made you nauseous.

It was only about 15 minutes ago you’d seen the photos. It was probably twenty or thirty of them, mostly different women with their faces painted white with his cum. You could tell it wasn’t just random porn because he had his hand on all of their heads, and you could see a framed photo of you and him in the background as blurry as it was. What a fucking dirtbag.

“Shut up.” You sniffled, wiping your face with the sleeve of your sweater. You lifted yourself up to your feet, grabbing your bag that was now decently full with everything you had. “You.. you don’t talk to me like that. Not after what you fucking did.”

“God, you broads are so annoying. Y’on your period, baby? ‘S that it? Yeah?” He made his way over to you, a faux pout on his face as he stood in front of you like a brick wall. It felt like he was trying to trap you in the room. Bile was stuck in your throat. “C’mon. Put your shit down. I’ll delete the photos. It’s fine, yeah? You’re just being crazy.” He murmured, reaching to cup your face and scoffing when you stepped away from him. “Seriously? Don’t be like that.”

You folded your arms over your chest uncomfortably, a subconscious effort to protect yourself. “You fucked, like, a hundred other girls! I’m not being crazy!” You exclaimed, walking around him and towards the door. He followed you like he didn’t even want to, rolling his eyes the whole time. He watched as you fumbled with the door. “Want me to get it for you, hon?”

You gripped the knob and pulled the door open. “Fuck off!” The anger you had for him amused him endlessly, and he could only smile as he watched you leave. He grabbed his keys and shoved them into his sweatpants, shutting the door and following you dutifully.

It was pretty dark out and thankfully empty as well. You made your rounds out of the building quickly. Guess who was following right behind you the whole way? Ben. Of course he was. The fucker was just so amused by the whole thing, he couldn’t help but feel the need to egg you on.

“Come on. Let’s go back inside.” He called out, the corners of his lips upturned into a grin. You didn’t answer him, but you did turn your head to look back. That teary, sad expression on your face made his balls tingle and tighten, his cock suddenly coming to life beneath his sweats.

You looked so pathetic.

Ben managed to catch up even though you were walking as fast as you could. He grabbed at your arm, reeling you back as you screamed like a banshee. “Let me go! Don’t fucking touch me!” You yelled, thrashing around momentarily until he subdued you. His hand clamped over your mouth and he pulled your head back against him.

It was a little scary. Not only was it dark, but you were suddenly tucked into the alley behind the building without a single person there. No cameras. He made sure of that.

“Stop making such a damn fuss.” His hand pressed against your mouth so fucking hard you thought he’d break your jaw. “I’m gonna make it up to you, ‘kay?” He turned your head back so you’d look at him. You were heaving angrily and shaking like a feral dog getting ready to bite a child. You attempted to muffle something out but it was no use, so you shook your head tightly. “Fucking liar.”

Ben didn’t hesitate to back you into the nearest wall he could get to, holding you down with his hands on your waist as he ground his constrained cock against your equally clothed cunt. You gasped and braced yourself on his shoulders, eye twitching as you felt his tip rut against your clit perfectly. “Y-You’re such a fucking whore. I hate you. I hate you so much!” You panted, tears bubbling in your eyes, nails digging into his shirt.

You got him that shirt. He had the audacity to wear that shirt right now knowing damn well what he’d done.

“Yeah? Yeah you hate me?” He cooed, a soft tone of feigned guilt in his voice. Leaning in, he pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips. His hand came up to grope your breast through your sweater, and you choked a moan into his mouth at the contact. You gasped for air when he pulled back, blinking away your tears and your chest convulsing as your body attempted to regulate yourself. “G-Get the hell off of me!”

Ben just gave you a grin at your upsetness. “Up you go, sweetheart. Missed your pussy so bad. Gonna show her how much I love her.” Cold air was hitting your skin as he pulled your pants and panties all the way down. He lifted your leg up with one strong hand, hooking it over his hip once the pant leg was fully off.

Unfortunately for you, you were still in love with him. Every little thing he was doing made your cunt pulsate with need. It dripped with slick and glistened like a masterpiece. His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing slow circles while his other freed his cock. You swallowed a lump in your throat.

“Let’s forget this ever happened, yeah?” He murmured, lining up his cock at your entrance and pushing through.

It fucking hurt.

Your eyes stung with tears of physical pain rather than emotional for once. They were contrasted by his hand rubbing at your head. “Jus’ look at how you’re fucking taking me, sweets. None of those other girls could do this. My perfect girl.”

His words came through as pure gibberish. The pain was shooting through your head and your body was attempting to soothe yourself by blocking out the noise flapping out of his mouth. His hips finally met with your pelvis as he shuddered and bottomed out. He didn’t wait for anything, just grabbed your other leg and lifted it over the other side of his hip. With those big, strong hands, he grabbed your waist, pulling out to the tip and ramming back in.

“Ugh!” You cried, head bouncing back onto the wall behind you. Ben didn’t acknowledge it although he noticed, just kept rolling his hips up into you until his cock was kissing at your cervix. Your walls pulsated around him almost lovingly.

“What a good girl you are,” He groaned, starting up the ruthless rutting he loved so much. It was the same kind that made you stupid, head spinning and drool slipping out your mouth. “Feels good? Am I making you all better, baby? Gonna forgive me, right?”

You mindlessly nodded along, arms hugging his neck tightly. You leaned in and pressed your head into his neck as to not hit it on the wall anymore. You weren’t even worried about someone rounding the corner and seeing you getting fucked braindead by your cheating ass boyfriend anymore. All you wanted was to feel his body on yours.

His mouth latched onto your ear, tongue darting out to lick the crevices and dig into your ear canal. You shuddered and tightened around him, listening to him groan with satisfaction. “M’gonna cum soon,” He whispered, pressing a sloppy kiss to your ear. You whined desperately against his skin, mouth hanging open. It was so high pitched it sounded like a dog whistle.

His hand slid between your bodies and found your clit, rubbing tight circles on your bundle of nerves until you were trembling with pleasure. He angled his hips up a little more to find that sweet spot that made you feel like you’d explode.

“Fuuck! M’gonna cum, Ben, m’g-gonna cum!” You sobbed, nuzzling your face against his neck and collarbone. He didn’t respond, just gripped onto your waist so hard it’d leave a bruise the next day. If you didn’t care now, you would soon.

“Gonna cum, too, hon’. Promise I won’t cum in anyone else after this, okay? You’re gonna forgive me, and everything’ll be fine.” He kissed your ear again, giving a few more thrusts until he finally groaned and spilled himself inside you. The warmth spread throughout you perfectly, filling up your stomach and making your toes curl inside your shoes. You trembled and cried against him once more as you came at the same time, legs tightening around his waist for that moment.

He didn’t pull out, but his hand did move up to grasp onto your face and pull you up to look at him. Your face was squished between his hand, eyes all droopy and skin reddened.

“You forgive me?” He asked. You nodded your head slowly. “Words, sweetheart. Give it to me.” Attempting to collect yourself, you just stared at him blankly for a long moment.

ugh silly dada i need that thick finger inside me rn im going insane

lord… im abt to ride my phone…