#ovulation

content: mdni, smut, all characters are 18+, dom!megumi, sub!reader, fem!reader, marathon sex, squirting, praise kink (use of “good girl” a lot), degradation (“cum dump”, “slutty”, etc.), size kink if you squint carefully, spitting, tit groping, fingering

bunny’s notes: i’m not even ovulating but whenever i see an edit of megumi, im suddenly in heat. it’s not even funny. also creds to @cursed-carmine for the bow dividers!!

it’s that time of the month. not your period but that time of the month where you cannot function like a regular human being because all you can think about is cock. specifically a black urchin-haired guy’s cock.

you’re practically thinking with your sopping wet pussy as you made your way to your boyfriend’s dorm in a tank top and shorts. you push the door open to be greeted by the glorious sight of your man sitting against the headboard of his bed with a book in his large, veiny hands.

he glances up at your arrival, the hard lines of his brows immediately softening, his jaw becoming less tense, and his eyes instantly warm up at the sight of you. oh, lovely you.

“hey, how’s my pretty baby doing?” megumi asks in such a sincere and gentle voice, it makes you melt. it’s the voice he always uses with you. but little does he know, you’re not here to melt in his arms. you’re here to seduce the man.

you climb onto his bed on all fours facing him, hands and knees cushioned by his mattress. the same mattress that you wanna get pounded stupid into.

you put on the prettiest, most adorable pout you could muster. round, doe eyes fixed on him as if silently pleading for something. gosh, in his eyes, you really were the most precious thing in his world. the perfect picture of doll-like innocence, the epitome of loveliness.

“gumi… i need help…” you quietly plead.

your boyfriend’s eyes slightly widen, his back straightening as he inquires immediately, “what do you need help with, sweetheart? tell me.”

you unconsciously rub your thighs together, shaking your hips subtly in an attempt to relieve the throbbing from your core. your drooling cunt was so drenched, your panties were already damp.

you pout even more, pretty pink lips jutting out more. you grasp his wrist to guide his hand to rest on your boob, his large hand practically covering your entire breast. you mumble softly, “need you to touch me, gumi, please… it’s starting to hurt…”

your man’s eyes quickly darken as he squeezes your tit, dragging out a high-pitched moan from you. he palms you through your tank top, squeezing again. he rasps, his voice gravelly low, “turn around and bend over for me, baby. show me where it’s hurting.”

you turn around and make quick work of your tank top, throwing it onto the floor. you bend over on your forearms and knees, putting your perfect ass on display just for him. you push your ass closer to him. “here, gumi… hurts here…”

megumi pulls down your shorts along with your moist panties to see your soaking pussy winking at him. he drags his hand up your slit. “here, pretty baby?”

you let out a sigh of relief before you start urging him, “please, gumi, don’t tease… want your cock inside me now…”

he slips his thick, rough index finger into your pussy. he mutters, “fuck, you’re tight. gotta open you up, darling. you’re already squeezing my finger so tightly, you won’t be able to fit my dick.”

you squirm, pushing your hips back onto his hand. “a-ah! i-i’m a big girl, gumi. i can take— mmm!! i can take it!”

“baby, be good and make a mess on my fingers. you’ll get my cock after.” he adds a second finger then a third as he pumps you full. his thumb rubs on your sensitive bud as he brings you to climax all over his rugged hands. as you fall apart on his hand, you cry out his name with your head buried into the sheets. he sings his praises, “goood girl, darling. such a good girl for me.”

he takes out his hand, popping it into his mouth to clean. after sucking it clean, he quickly pulls down his sweats with his boxers.

you turn your pretty head to look over your shoulder. his dick slaps against his stomach, the tip an angry red. megumi grabs himself at his girthy base, pumping a few strokes. the sight makes your mouth water.

you then feel his bulging, warm tip resting against your soaked slit. you just couldn’t resist as your hips push back to try to take him. his rough hands fly to your hips, holding you still. “fuck, baby, stay still, yeah? lemme just get the tip in.”

one hand keeps your hip still as the other hand holds himself as he pushes into your warm pussy. you gasp at the sensation, border-lining pain and pleasure. he sighs in relief, “holy shi… so warm, so tight, sweetheart… i only got the tip in and you’re squeezing me like that, hm?”

you grip his sheets, feeling the stretch as you babble on, “more, gumi, moreeee… a-ah!”

megumi continues to slowly push in more until you feel his pelvis pressing into your asscheeks and his cum-filled balls firm against your clit. your spiky-haired boyfriend groans after bottoming out.

now you’re all filled up. a little too full, you swear his tip is kissing your cervix and probably making a dent. you could probably cum just from him stuffing you full.

you whine angelically, “gumi, gumi, gumi!! so deep… you’re too biggg!!

rough hands start groping your tits, squeezing them like stressballs. megumi bends over you, his chest to your back, to rasp huskily against your ear, “pretty baby, you’ve taken my cock many times before. now’s no different.”

he begins to shallowly thrust into you while pinching and pulling at your nipples, making your back arch.

the wave of pleasure suddenly surges and crashes as you cum around him. you let out a symphony of whimpers of his name and whorish moans. his words practically sound like a melody to you. “good girl, darling. what a good girl. cumming around me so pretty and saying my name.”

it’s not long until you start begging for more. “gumi, harder… i want it harder. please fuck me til i can’t walk…”

megumi holds you by the waist as he deepens each thrust until he’s driving into you like a madman. “anything for you, baby.”

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

it’s been like 6-7 rounds. his room basically turned into a hot sauna that reeked of sex. megumi was completely drained, drained of energy and cum. he already dumped all his seed into you.

but you, on the other hand, are bouncing on his dick like your life depends on it.

his back rests against the headboard, hands on your hips as you ride him, your dainty fingers on his broad shoulders to help you jump on that dick.

your thighs are burning like a thousand suns, your legs giving up as you land on his lap with a wet plop! you moan, half in pleasure and half in frustration, as you begin to grind against him, “gumi!! wanna cum… but i- ha! i can’t… too… hmph! too tired…”

your boyfriend underneath you pants as he grips your hips and gently murmurs, “hold onto my shoulders tightly, angel.”

you grip onto his scratched up shoulders, the marks left by you. he lifts you up before shoving you back down on his member. “my pretty princess, my sweet angel… you really can’t do anything without my help, huh?”

you moan dumbly, more of your juices soaking his balls, the sheets, his thighs, your legs, and everywhere else as you near your release.

megumi picks up the pace, bouncing you up and down. “baby, i’m gonna take such good care of you and your needy pussy. just be a good girl and take it.”

as he shoves you back down onto his swollen cock, you squirt with a loud scream, forcing him out of you as you gush onto his dick, the sheets, and his thighs.

you start to feel his hips lifting to ram into you, his movement erratic now as he lowly groans, “my horny girl. what a slutty pussy you got, always begging me to fuck you and squirting everywhere. i’m gon’ cum and you’re gon’ take every single last drop i’m gonna give you, yeah? be a good horny cum dump, yeah, baby?”

your boyfriend holds you down onto his lap with a groan as the last of his cum spurts into your full pussy, already overflowing with previous loads.

megumi’s chest heaves as he pants, catching his breath. his hair is sticking to his sweat-sheened forehead.

you’re not faring off much better as you feel sore and exhausted all over. your sweaty cheek is pressed to his soaked chest, listening to the perfect metronome of his heartbeat.

seconds turns to minutes before you start grinding against him again. a nasty squelch! sound rang throughout the room followed by a groan from your man.

he peers down at you as you bat your delicate lashes and flash him a small smile as you ask him oh so sweetly that he can’t refuse.

“again?”

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✿゙

୨୧ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 - {𝟏𝟖+}, pet names, p in v, praises, dirty talking, mentions of wanting babies, zanka aged up (21+), fingering, cussing, oral (fem! receiving), mentions of breeding & pregnancy, sorta not proofread.

୨୧ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - enjin┆tamsy caines┆zanka nijiku ┆corvus arkha┆bro santa

𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 -

“enjinnn— please?..” you whined, slowly grinding on him.

“please what?” he growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, voice thick with barely leashed restraint as his thumbs brushed the sensitive skin just above your hip bones.

the scent of your arousal was intoxicating, making his jaw clench. “you’re soaked, princess. tell me exactly what you want me to do about it. use your words.”

“fuckkk.. i’m ovulating so bad— i-i need you enjin,”

enjin groaned at your words, his eyes rolling back briefly as he felt your warmth through his clothes.

he knew what ovulating meant for you, how sensitive and needy it made you. not to mention but it was also his favorite time of the month. “you need me to fuck you huh?” he asked, his voice rough.

“yes please enjin..” you mumbled, closing your eyes while feeling him grind harder on you.

“spread your legs wider, princess.” he commanded, his hands sliding up to your waist as he lifted you slightly.

his other hand quickly unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants, freeing his already hard length. he positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with the head.

as you opened your eyes slowly, staring at him with half lidded eyes.

his golden eyes burned into yours, pupils blown wide with hunger. he held your gaze as he slowly pushed forward, watching your expression melt into pure bliss.

“that’s it.. look at me,” he purred, sinking deeper with each word until he was fully buried inside you. “you’re yes get so pretty when you're horny like this.”

“enjinnnn..” you whimpered.

“say it again,” he demanded, pulling out slowly before slamming back in deep, hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl.

his head dropped to your neck, lips brushing your pulse point. “fuck, you feel like you’re squeezing me everywhere. ovulating really does a number on you, doesn’t it?”

your breath hitches, “shh, i got you,” he murmured, one hand gripping your hair gently while the other held your hip firmly.

he started a perfect rhythm, each thrust deliberate and deep, aiming to hit your cervix with every stroke.

you let out soft moans, while gripping on his tatted biceps. making you whimper each time his tip reached your cervix.

“that’s my girl,” he praised, feeling you clamp down on him harder with each precise thrust. his pace was relentless—not giving you a moment to adjust as he kept hammering that exact spot, knowing it would make you cream on him.

the wet sound of your joining filled the air, mixing with your desperate whimpers. “you’re o close already, aren’t you?”

you tried to speak but couldn’t, you nodded desperately before he successfully kissed your g spot, you let out a loud moan.

“there it is,” he said with satisfaction, watching your face contort in pure ecstasy. he knew exactly what he was doing, kissing that sensitive spot inside you over and over again with the head of his dick.

“come on my dick like the good girl you are baby,”

with those last words you came right on his length, gushing and moaning right away.

he groaned loudly, feeling you absolutely drench his cock as your walls milked him greedily.

“fuck.. that’s what i wanted," he praised, his own control snapping as he slammed into you a few more times through your orgasm before releasing inside you, filling you up with several hot pulses.

he stayed buried deep, not pulling out yet.

“thank you enjin..” you whispered while catching your breath.

“shh, i know,” he soothed, peppering soft kisses along your neck and shoulder as he gently rocked his hips, stirring his slowly softening cock inside you.

his large hands caressed your sides comfortingly. “just rest on me for a bit, princess.” he murmured against your skin, holding you close.

𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 -

“are you ovulating?” tamsy asked, his hands roamimg around under your shirt. it’s weird because somehow he always knows when you’re ovulating or not, it’s like he can smell it everytime.

“how did you know?..” you whispered, as your hands were against his neck. he smirks and leaning in closer, his warm breath tickling your neck

“you always get a little more sensitive and needy during this time of the month, love.” he murmurs, his hands slowly moving up your sides “i can smell it. that sweet, musky aroma that only means one thing..”

you blush, “tamsy..” as he chuckles darkly, his lips grazing your ear as his fingers hook into your waistband.

“don’t ‘tamsy’ me like you’re innocent, dove. you’re drenched already, aren’t you?” his thumb finds your clit through your panties, circling lazily. “all swollen and eager for my cock.. just waiting to be bred.”

you moan quietly, “please? i need you tamsy..” you begged softly, trying to find more sensation with his fingers.

his breath hitches at your plea, his cock already rock hard in his pants. “that’s my good girl.” he kisses you deeply, his fingers slipping under your panties to rub your clit directly. “i’ll give you what you need, love.”

he kisses you hungrily again, his fingers working your clit with practiced circles while his other hand slides down to cup your ass, pulling you hard against his bulge. “feel that? just aching to sink into you.”

he pulls down your panties, his cock springing free—thick and leaking.

you let out a moan, “look how wet you are, baby.” he growls, spreading your legs wider to see your dripping slit. “so pink and swollen..” he notches his thick head against your entrance, coating himself in your juices.

he pushes in slightly, stretching you with his thick head, he thrusts forward slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his thick length.

he bottoms out with a groan, his thick shaft buried deep in you.

as he stays buried, letting you feel every vein and ridge, “you’re milking me already.” he starts a slow, deep rhythm—each thrust hitting your deepest spots.

he pounds you harder now, his thick cock hitting your cervix with each powerful thrust.

he leans down to bite your neck possessively, “you’re onna be a good girl and get pregnant, aren't you?” he growls, his knot forming at your entrance.

you nodded, moaning as you released on his length.

he growls, feeling your walls flutter and milk him hungrily as you cum. he can smell the fertile sweetness of your ovulation, and it makes his knot swell larger, locking him inside your willing, desperate body.

his own orgasm crashes over him like a wave, and he empties his first huge load directly into your cervix.

but the real question is… are you keeping the baby or getting an abortion..?

𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐔 -

zanka has been out all day for training and had to leave for a mission last minute.

so because of this, you’ve been moody and aching for pleasure. and worst since you were ovulating.

the minute he comes back, you immediately hugged him— slowly kissing his neck.

he groans softly, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. “fuck, i missed you so much...”

he mumbles against your skin before pulling back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with concern and exhaustion. “you alright, love?”

“missed you so bad.. and worst of all i’m ovulating zanka,”

his grip on your waist tightens immediately, pupils dilating as he processes your words— the scent of you thick in the air now that he's paying attention.

“ovulating, huh..” he breathes against your lips, voice dropping low and rough with his own need. “and here i was thinking you were just extra clingy today.”

he lifts you up effortlessly, pressing you against the wall as his mouth crashes onto your neck, sucking and biting possessively.

“should’ve known— you get so needy when your body needs this..” his hands slide under your shirt, fingers digging into your hips. “guess i’m making up for lost time tonight.”

he carries you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed gently before unbuckling his belt and untying his pants— his uniform already making its way to the floor. he crawls over you, pushing your legs apart with his knees as he settles between them.

“fuck, you’re so wet—“ he groans, pulling your underwear aside to reveal your soaked pussy— his fingers immediately finding your clit and circling it slowly. “your poor little body been aching for my dick all day, hasn’t it?”

as gently added a finger in you, earning a big moan for him. then he adds another finger, stretching you open as he curls them inside you— his thumb pressing down on your clit to rub it in slow circles.

he watches your face intently, knowing exactly how to touch you to get the reactions he wants. “that’s t... take my fingers like a good girl.”

he fingers you slower than usual, knowing that when you’re ovulating you get more sensitive and hornier— he spreads your legs wider apart and pushes his fingers deeper, hitting that spot inside you that makes your back arch.

“you’re so sensitive right now...” he murmurs.

he suddenly pulls his fingers out, making you whine at the loss— but he silences you by pushing his face between your thighs and burying his tongue inside you instead.

he eats you out roughly, sucking on your clit hard and fast— determined to get you off quickly before he loses control.

he laps at your clit a few more times before sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand— his dick hard and leaking as he grabs your hips and flips you over onto your hands and knees.

he lines himself up with your entrance and slams inside you to the hilt, bottoming out, making you moan.

he starts pounding into you with brutal force, knowing that when you’re ovulating you can take it rough— he grabs your hair and pulls your head back, fucking you so rough the headboard slams against the wall.

he reaches around to grab your tits and squeeze them roughly.

he’s completely losing himself in your tight heat— his balls slap against your clit with each thrust and he can feel you clenching around him.

he knows you’re close, so he slows down just to torture you, pulling out until just the tip is inside you before slamming back in. “you want to cum, baby?”

“zankaaaa pleaseee! i need this..”

a dark chuckle rumbles in his chest as he yanks your hips back hard, slamming into you so deep your vision blurs.

“need what?” he growls against your ear, one hand sliding up to grip your throat from behind—not squeezing, just holding—while the other reaches between your thighs to rub your clit frantically.

he feels your walls flutter around him and knows you’re on the edge— but he's not letting you go yet. “say it. tell me exactly what your needy body needs from me.”

his fingers press harder on your swollen clit as he thrusts deeper, slower— making you whimper and claw at the sheets.

“i-i need to cum— please!”

his thumb presses down hard on your clit, rubbing circles while his hips snap forward relentlessly— his grip on your throat tightening just slightly as he leans down to bite your shoulder.

“that’s not enough— need what from me?” he grits out, feeling his own orgasm building but holding back. he wants to hear you break.

“t-to cum… ughh pleasee!”

“there it is..” he groans, finally giving in and speeding up again— pounding into you so hard the entire bed creaks and threatens to break.

his fingers on your clit move at lightning speed, two sensations overwhelming your system at once. he knows this is exactly what your ovulating body craves— what it needs.

he feels your pussy clamp down around him as you scream, your release hitting you like a freight train— he’s never felt your walls pulse so violently before. he knows the hormones of ovulation have made you extra sensitive.

he pounds through your orgasm, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release.

“fuck— i’m gonna breed you right now— fill you up—“ he warns you, bottoming out and spilling inside you in hot, thick ropes, grinding his hips against your ass to make sure every drop hits deep where it needs to.

he stays buried inside you, not pulling out, as he watches your body closely. your body is more receptive—he stays hard and deep, his hands moving to your stomach possessively.

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐕𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐇𝐀

it’s late at night, and corvus has been in his office all day— just organizing his office, setting off the cleaners for more missions, in general just been busy.

you been needy for him all day, so it’s now been your breaking point.

you’re standing right in front of his office, just begging for attention— and possibly more.

you walk towards him, immediately settling in his lap— arms around his neck, just needy and wanting him. “corvusss..”

corvus looks up as you enter his office, his expression softening slightly at the sight of you. he leans back in his chair, his arms automatically wrapping around you as you settle into his lap. “mm, what is it, sweetheart?”

“i want you.. been needy and waiting for you—“

a soft chuckle escapes him as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. “have you now? been waiting for me all day?” his hands begin to roam possessively, one hand splaying over your rear while the other slides up your side. “poor thing..”

“corvussss!!..” you whined in frustration.

instead of responding to your whine, he remains calm, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin.

he knows exactly what you want, but he also knows that making you wait will only make it sweeter when he finally gives in. “shh, shh, sweetheart.”

he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “you want me to fuck you right here on my desk, don't you? after you’ve been such a needy little thing all day..?”

his hand gives your bottom a light squeeze, his voice low and husky with desire. “tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

“i want you.. just you corvus i promise..” you whispered.

“mmm, i know, sweetheart. i know.” his voice is a velvet purr against your skin as his hands continue their maddening exploration, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your pants. “but you’ve been so needy all day... making those little sounds, looking at me with those big eyes.”

“i’m— ovulating..” you said, feeling a bit shy to admit.

at your admission, his pupils dilate slightly, his grip on you tightening possessively. he knows what that means— it means you're extra sensitive, extra needy, extra everything. and he loves it. “ahh, is that so?” making you nod.

he swallows hard, his mind already racing with the possibilities. he could take you right now, bend you over his desk and fuck you senseless. but he wants to make this last, to really savor you. “no wonder you’ve been so clingy.”

he pulls back slightly, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. he unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. he knows he needs to slow down, to tease you a bit. “come here, baby.”

he pulls you closer, until your bodies are flush against each other. he can feel every curve of your body against his, and it’s driving him mad.

he leans in, his lips grazing against yours in a soft, teasing kiss. “what do you want my baby, sweetheart?” he whispers against your mouth.”

“i want you corvus..”

his grip tightens on your hips, pulling you down until you can feel exactly what you do to him. “then you have me.”

his mouth crashes against yours in a demanding kiss, all pretending gone now. he stands abruptly, lifting you with him, and walks you backward until your ass rests against his desk. papers scatter everywhere.

“there’s my needy girl.”

he pushes your legs apart roughly, settling between them. his hands make quick work of your pants, shoving them down just enough to give him access. he’s hard, and he doesn't bother taking them off—just unzips quickly.

as slides two fingers into you, groaning at how wet you are.

he pumps his fingers in and out of you roughly, his thumb circling your clit. he watches your face closely, loving the way your eyes flutter shut and your mouth falls open in a silent moan.

he leans in, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “you’re o fucking wet, sweetheart. soaking my fingers.”

without warning, he pulls his fingers out of you and shoves them into his mouth, sucking your juices off of them loudly.

he groans in satisfaction, his eyes darkening even further. he pulls his hard cock out of his pants, slapping it against your pussy a few times.

he grips your hips hard enough to bruise, lifting you up slightly before driving into you in one brutal thrust. he fills you up completely, groaning loudly as your walls clamp down on him immediately.

he doesn’t give you time to adjust—just starts fucking you hard and fast, his desk creaking under the force of his movements. “there’s my good girl.”

his thrusts are deep and punishing, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over. he leans down, capturing your lips in a messy, sloppy kiss as he continues to pound into you.

his hand slides between your bodies, matching the rhythm of his cock.

“gonna cum..” you cried out.

he fucks you even harder, his face contorting with pleasure as he watches you fall apart. he pulls your legs up over his shoulders, tilting your hips so he can get even deeper inside you.

your legs shake uncontrollably as you cum all over his cock, your cunt gushing with wetness. he groans loudly, his thrusts becoming erratic as he feels your walls pulsing around him.

his cum fills you up completely, dripping out around his thick dick. he stays inside you for a long moment, panting heavily as he rests his forehead against yours.

he kisses you softly, his touch at odds with the rough way he just fucked you. “my love of my life.”

𝐁𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 -

“hmm.. you’re that time of the month, aren’t you?” bro santa hinted that you’re ovulating , helping you grind harder onto his growing bulge.

bro santa is old, so he knows every tricks in the book of a women’s body by now. and he could tell something in you needs him.

as he looks down at you with a knowing glint in his eyes “feeling extra sensitive today, huh?” he grins and grabs your hips, pulling you flush against him as he grinds his growing bulge against your core.

“pleaseee.. need you, doesn’t dear santa want a sibling..”

his grin widens, knowing exactly what you’re asking. he loves how desperate and hormonal you sound when you’re ovulating. he finds it incredibly cute and hot. “aww, baby.. you want me to put a baby in you?” he squeezes your hips possessively.

he then reaches back to unbutton his red pants, pulling out his thick cock “mmh.. guess i’m gonna have to deliver a very special gift this year.”

he positions you over him. “down baby girl. take all of your husbands cock.” his experience shows as he guides you to bounce on him at the perfect rhythm.

you moan, “ughhhh sooo goooddd!..”

he groans deeply, loving how wet and tight you are around him. he knows you're ovulating and your body is primed for baby making. “fuck, baby... feel that cock? i’m gonna fill you up so good.”

he starts thrusting up into you harder, hitting that perfect spot that makes your eyes roll back.

he leans forward to suck on your sensitive nipples while pounding into you relentlessly

you can feel his thick cock throbbing inside you as he hits your cervix just right. as he slams up into you, he’s already tightening. “c’mon baby, let me have that creampie..”

you whimper as his eyes roll back as he hits your cervix again, triggering intense pleasure and the urge to breed you.

he wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you down onto his throbbing cock as deep as possible. “fuck! i’m gonna breed you right now..”

with a final, deep thrust, he buries himself inside your tight, while you came hard, he filled you with his thick, hot cum. he holds you down onto his pulsing dick, making sure every last drop goes straight into your eager womb.

he keeps you pinned on his cock, feeling you clench and milk him as he empties himself into your fertile depths. his weathered hands stroke your back gently. “there we go... such a good girl. gave mommy exactly what she needed.”

he can feel your cunt gripping him, trying to pull every last drop of his special gift inside.

eventually dear santa was really happy when you announced your pregnancy during that same week.

Lewis Pullman x Ovulating!Fem!Reader

warnings: SMUT 😝

You barely step inside the grocery store before Lewis locks eyes on the water aisle, like a man on a mission. You know what’s coming, but you’re powerless to stop it.

He strides over, muscles flexing under that thin black T-shirt, sleeves tight around his biceps. You watch breathlessly as he bends down, hand closing around the massive 48-pack of water bottles at the bottom shelf.

The sight is more than you can handle.

His forearms tighten, veins standing out like cords beneath his skin. His jaw clenches with the effort — a soft, almost involuntary grunt escapes him.

You don’t mean to, but the pressure in your belly and the wet heat pooling between your legs overwhelm you.

You almost moan.

A quick, sharp sound — not quite a moan but close enough — slips past your lips, and suddenly you’re painfully aware of every eye in the aisle. Your cheeks flush hot, but your body betrays you.

Lewis stands upright, turning slowly to face you. His eyes catch yours, dark and full of wicked amusement.

So I just discovered this man 😝 why did no one inform me that he exists.... Like can I just: