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therapyandprozac · 3 days ago

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Title: Breed Me

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: BREEDing kink, vibrator, honorifics, edging m!receiving, cock warming, seriously on the breeding thing though

Description: You’ve been texting and teasing him all day at work, when he gets home you pull a wild card he can’t help himself. (No name is used for the man so have fun with it (I was envisioning Frankie Morales tho🙈))

The sound of your heavy front door opening and closing makes your heart drop like you’re on a fighter jet. Feeling yourself get wetter as the anticipation builds. His shoes on the hardwood is the only sound in the house, you listen and hear him coming straight to your office.

“How did he know I’d be in here?�� You think to yourself, you thought for sure he’d check the bedroom first, but this is better.

*click*

Followed by silence, you feel yourself quiver at the anticipation building in your cunt. He stands outside the door, you can feel him smiling through the door, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. You hear his wedding ring tap on the metal door handle followed by the twisting of the knob he shoves the door wide open.

He sees you sitting on the bed, legs spread playing with a small vibrator glistening in your fingers. Barely enough to do anything but agonizing-ly tease yourself. He groans and memorizes the view in front of his eyes. He slowly walks up to you and drags his fingers over your flesh. He grabs your leg and kisses each joint before placing it back on the bed. Picking up your arm and doing the same but sucking your shiney fingers into his warm and inviting mouth before climbing on top of you. Turning off the vibrator, tucking it into his pocket for later.

“I want to watch you.” He whispers against your ear.

“Watch me do what?” You ask coyly, but he can see right through it. He glared at you clearly not in the mood for this brattiness. He purred a warning under his breath.

“Play with yourself, without your toy.” His voice was sharp and rough like rusty iron but smooth and like a stiff drink. Whimpers and soft whines pull out of you as you lazily massage your cunt, aware that you were doing just short of what he asked. When his eyes shifted from gentle to that primal darkness he kept hidden, the one you loved to see and tease. “You know that's not what I asked for.” He burns his eyes into yours, you smile and lean up to kiss him. He kisses you like he'd been aching and desperately waiting to get home to you all day. You taste the tobacco on his breath. He rarely smoked unless he was unbearably stressed. Your brain melts before you kiss him deeper. A little stress relief will do him well, you think.

“I know sir, but you've had a long day, could I blow you?” You whisper against his rough five o’clock shadow. He smirks, loving hearing the desperation and pleading in your voice.

“Mmm good girl manners, knees.” He cups your cheek and licks into your mouth, kisses so gentle, words so filthy. Such a contradiction shouldn't be possible but here he is your paradox. He pulls you to the floor, hands gripped into your hair. He used his other hand to unbutton his jeans and pulled his cock free of its restraints. The moment you see skin, you dive in smelling and licking whatever flesh your mouth can find. He doesn't need to adjust you to a better position, between your eagerness and perfect practiced skill you push him to the edge before stopping completely just holding his delicious cock in your mouth. You can feel him want to fight and just face fuck you but he knows its better if he’s patient and you edge him a bit. Repeatedly you bring him just to his breaking point and feel semi in control, just as you have that thought.

You can't breathe, his thick cock fully occupies your entire air passageway. Just before you pass out he pulls you off by your hair, smirking as you choke and cough. As soon as you catch your breath your throat is jammed full of cock once more. Eagerly you lick and suck all that you can but his hand tied into your hair maintaining most of the control. You can tell he’s weighing whether or not to just cum down your throat. The next time he lets you up you lock eyes and make your argument. Saliva, pre cum and tears cover your face, with a smirk he runs his thumb across your abused lips.

“Breed me god please!” His eyes widen his shock plainly evident on his face, breeding was always one of his semi-hidden kinks. You have said multiple times that it's not really your thing. So his face is puzzled but once that passes he moans just imagining making you entirely…his.

“I love the offer but you've said it was not your thing, are you sure you’re okay with it?”

“Of course I am! I wasn't when we first got together but it's been so long since I've touched you and,” you pause thinking of the night before. “I’m ovulating.” You break into a ramble “I need you, I need you to cum inside me please. I want to grow your seeds, please fuck a baby into me.” He throws you onto the bed. You shuffle up the bed only to be grabbed by a large hand pulling you back to the foot of the bed. Your legs fall to either side of the man you love completely towering over you. He looks at your cunt like it's been taunting, teasing him for ages. He loves you and would never do something you didn’t want but he has wanted nothing more than to fuck you and fill you up. His thoughts are going a million miles a second when he finally speaks.

“Are you sure?” A final line of consent, a confirmation that this is what you want as well.

“Please please daddy I haven't been able to stop thinking about your cock inside me, feeling you and the incessant drilling into my eager, aching womb.” You plead, all shame and worries disappear as you beg for him to breed your throbbing cunt. He completely lets go, innumerable fantasies coming to fruition for him. He doesn't waste a second, immediately balls deep inside you, unmoving as you both adjust to the sudden pleasure a chorus of moans and groans escape from both of you.

“You’ve been texting me all day, teasing and playing.” Taking your nipple in his mouth, you roll your hips asking for more.

“It was so much fun, imagining your face when I sent you that picture of my tits.” You smirk making eye contact as he bites your nipple before dropping it to bounce.

“Was this your plan, the whole day?” He kisses up your neck.

“I had a dream you were fucking me while I was pregnant and decided to ahH OHH GOD!” He picks up the pace, losing all control and growling as he bites your neck. “It was so hot I needed you, needed this.” You shout between thrusts, his mouth not leaving that spot, you're going to have a hickey tomorrow for sure but it’s more than worth it. At least everyone will know your his, if the ring on your finger didn’t do that already. He reaches his thumb to your clit and plays it like an instrument, your eyes roll to the back of your head as the first orgasam shakes your body.

“Good girl.” He licks up your neck before biting your earlobe.

“Please god please more need more!” You stretch your arm and grab a pillow placing it under your back. He smirks and adjusts it to where it’s most effective, he’s been wanting this for so long and you love showing him you’ve been listening.

“God I’ve wanted to make you mine for so long.” His voice is rough, you can hear how close he is in his voice. He finds his pocket on the floor and the vibrator you had earlier and sets it to max before caressing it against your clit. Your limbs fully extend and glue to the bed grasping for the sheet, you cry out his name as you cum immediately. His thrusts become erratic as his orgasam rocks through his well toned body. He collapses breathlessly on top of you. Wrapping your legs up and around him, both to hold him and keep him inside you but also because keeping your legs up helps conception.

“I should feed into this kink more often. It brings out something indescribably hot in you.” A rare blush covers his face before he silently locks his lips with yours.

“You really wanted that?” He whispers

“More than anything. I’ve wanted to start a family with you for a while and last night was not the first time I’ve had that dream.” You laugh softly to yourself remembering something from a week ago.

“What?” He asked with a smirk.

“A couple days ago I woke up from that dream, soaking wet and reached to find you but you were at work. So I used my big toy on my own, it was my day off so I took my time.” You end with a wink.

“How many times?” He mumbles against your skin, covering your eyes with your hands in feigned embarrassment. He puts his arm to the side of your head and groans as you gasp while he pulls out softly. He moves one of your hands away from your eye and repeats his question. You don’t answer and just extend all five of your fingers, as a blush creeps up your freshly flushed chest.

“Next time, call me.” He kisses down your neck before laying his ear to your chest.

“You were at work!”

“Call me.” He mumbles before he falls asleep, you play with his hair. Focusing on the warmth in your cunt and the weight of your husband pressing you into your bed you fall asleep with a smile painted on your face.

My notes: this was just called “🥖” in my docs. I’m not not embarrassed posting this so if you liked it please let me know 🙈

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