His hips rolled against yours quickly, the force of it knocking you forward, your hips catching against the counter. 

His hands landed with thuds beside you, knuckles whitening as he gripped the stone, caging you against him. 

“I-it might not–“ 

“Shhhh,” his lips dropped to your throat again, brushing just barely against the skin. Your head tilted on instinct, eyes fluttering closed as he breathed you in again, tongue dragging a slow line across your rapidly increasing pulse. “Carrying my baby, you’re so good for me, huh?”

“You are gonna be so good for me, aren’t you?” He straightened again, two fingers pressing to your jaw and forcing you to turn, straining your neck to meet his gaze over your shoulder. 

Your breath caught in your throat, the tightness spreading through your chest. 

His eyes had done the thing again, nearly black, blown completely as they flicked to your lips lingering there as your tongue darted out to wet them. They seemed wider, somehow. Almost uncanny, not quite him, but familiar all at the same time. 

“You’re gonna be so pretty,” his hands landed on your stomach again, trailing across the skin gently, watching their path as your chest heaved, “fuck—“

His brow creased, a gutteral sound tearing from his chest, as if the image alone was too much for him. 

He moved so quickly you barely had time to think, his hands wrapping around your hips and pulling you back against him, your hands landing firmly on the counter to steady yourself as he bucked his hips against yours, the clothed outline of his hardening cock pressed against the curve of your butt. 

“Tyler—“ 

He shushed you again, fingers making light work of your waistband, barely tugging it down your thighs before his fingers found their mark, grasping through your folds roughly, pressing against your steadily swelling clit, drawing slow circles that had your eyes fluttering shut on instinct. 

You whined, instinctively rocking back into his palm despite yourself, addicted to his touch even as anxiety bloomed in your chest, pushing the nausea down. Your mind raced, yet fogged, all at once. 

“Holy shit, you’re always so ready for me.” 

Heat burned in your cheeks, palms aching as they pressed into the hard counter in some poor attempt to balance yourself. You hated how you gave in so easily, lips parting with a gasp as he pressed two fingers into you slowly, sinking them to the knuckle, letting them rest there for a fleeting moment before ripping them from you.

The sudden echoing sound of the zip of jeans sent a spark down your spine, rushing to rid himself of the constraining fabric, just enough to free himself. 

He didn’t even let you adjust, pushing himself to the hilt as soon as his tip slid though your folds. 

His hips snapped against yours sharply, setting a brutal pace so unlike him it made it hard to breathe, the stretch almost painful.  

“W-wait, Ty—“

“It’s okay, she can take it—“ it was a growl, his voice deeper than you’d ever heard it before. His nails clawed down your back, suddenly sharper than before, risking snagging the fabric of your shirt as it bunched around your waist. 

“I knew you wanted it, fuck it only took. One. Try.” His pace was bruising, words spat from behind gritted teeth, one hand wrapping around your waist to settle on your stomach, hovering over where he was wrecking you with shocking reverence. The other went to your neck, bruising in it’s grasp, fingers digging into the junction of your shoulder to ram you back against him. 

You realised in that moment, as your eyes forced themselves shut against the burning pleasure, that he was losing control. He’d warned you of the risk, but you’d accepted it anyway. The monster beneath his skin wanted to ruin you, own you, and he was succeeding.

Heat rolled from his body as he curved over you slightly, his sharp hips brushing your flesh with every thrust, the slick sound of his skin on yours mixing with his snarling grunts.

“Say you’re mine.” 

Your words stuck in your throat, every rough snap of his hips rendering your mind empty. Your hands faltered on the counter and you slipped to your elbows, ragged breaths drying your throat. Clenching fists knocked his mug, coffee spilling over the side, but you wouldn’t bring yourself to care. 

“Please– fuck!” Tyler’s voice dissolved into desperation, a sob racking from his chest. “Say it!” 

“I’m yours—“ it was shaky at best, pressure building, your knees threatening to buckle beneath you. “Tyler, I’m yours. We’re yours.” 

His hips stuttered, the grip on the back of your neck tightening just slightly as he came undone, filling you completely, twitching against your walls with a near animalistic groan, his body doubling over yours so that his chest pressed against your back, breath heavy against your neck. 

He paused for just a moment before his hips rolled again, a slow hiss pushing from his lips as he leaned back again, hand finally slipping from your neck to grasp your hips, fingers trailing until they pressed over your womb again, their gentleness a sharp contrast to the continued frantic assault of his cock. Each snap accompanied by a hiss at the overstimulation, yet he drove himself forward, burying himself  into your fluttering walls.

His name was little more than a whimper as you reached back for him, shaky fingers wrapping around his forearm, a poor attempt to ground him as he continued to fuck into you, refusing to let you go. 

The brush of your fingers against his searing skin did nothing to soothe him. Rather his fingers wrapped around yours, pinning your joined hands to the small of your back, the gentle back-and-forth thrum of his thumb against your skin in conflict to the unrestrained rut of his hips. 

The sticky mess of your slick and his come slipped from you with every messy thrust, dripping down your thighs and soaking into the panties strung between your knees. 

“C-can’t–“ his voice broke again, his hips wavering as he fought against the urge to ruin you completely even as his vision blacked out. His grip tightened once more, another slow roll of his hips, until they finally slowed, still pressed flush against you. 

His head dropped against your back, racking breaths hot against the now sweat-slick fabric of your shirt. 

“Gonna look after you…” It was murmured, so softly you almost missed it as your pulse thudded in your ears. His fingers ghosted over your abdomen again, the weight of it settling behind your ribs.