A/N (Old A/N) I feel dirty as fuck writing this...Asking them to breed you ❤❤❤
David
It was a usual Saturday night, free from work and college as you and David had the cave for a few hours. It was strange just the two of you but the first thing that had happened was not so unexpected. David had you in his lap and the first thing that went was your skirt and panties with it.
The cold air of the cave hadn’t had the time to cause goose bumps before David had sat you on his cock. He worked his length in inch by inch, making sure you were okay as your hands dug into his hair. It was the only time he would let you cling to him like that without warning, how else were you supposed to ride him?
“The only way you’re cumming is around this cock as I paint your walls.” David was true to his word, his hands forcing your hips to stay down on him whenever you got too close. It was agonizingly frustrating and you had been brought to the edge only for it to be ruined so much so that you were very close to begging him to cum.
Only that’s not what slipped out of your parted and needy lips. The fateful question hadn’t gone unnoticed and it had taken a few moments for your brain to catch up. Your eyes flew open, meeting his as he continued to guide your now unmoving hips on him.
If David was taken aback by that, he didn’t show it. Instead he squeezed your hips lightly, studying you or more accurately listening into your loud thoughts. The very same that were slowly filling with your newfound kink. “You’ve got to work for my seed, sweetheart.” He purred and decided to explore it with you.
The little hum left your mouth and you weren’t sure if it was you really liking that idea or confusion on what he'd suggest you do to ‘work for it.’
David was usually an open lover in the bedroom but even he could appreciate the appeal. He slipped seamlessly into the role as he urged you on in the same commanding tone he used with other people. “Fuck yourself on me and stuff that pretty little pussy full.” It was lewd but not the dirtiest thing he had every said to you.
“Fuck.” You melted into him as he grazed the right spot. The heat built up more with his talk and you felt yourself nearing, closer and closer as the wet slapping grew.
David's steel eyes were on you the whole time, loosening his grip on you to explore your bouncing body. “Once you do you're going to plug yourself on me until I say you can slip off.”
“Get you nice and round, hips carrying my seed to term. That's what you want isn't it?” The rough leather of his gloves left goose bumps up your exposed abdominal as they disappeared under the thin material. The sensations heightened your growing needs, drawing you further and further as he chuckled.
“Yes. Yes!” You screamed, allowing your eyes to squeeze shut. You were on your own as David watched you bounce on him with no help, relying on tired hips to get you there. You knew you were close, so close as you rode him faster and harder. Sweat gathered on your skin as your mouth fell open.
Hands re-joined at your hips once you trembled and shook, the full wave of your orgasm rippling through you.
“Then take it.” David ordered once more, keeping you overstimulated and riding until he would soon make good on his talk.
Dwayne
Ever since he had told you about his kinks, even the ones that had your mind wandering, you couldn’t help but focus on the very one that got his rocks off. The one thing you came to discover in your time with your mate was that you both shared one particular kink. It was ironic considering the chances of actually conceiving were close to zero and a blue moon. Then again it never stopped you from enjoying him trying.
So much that you accidentally moaned for him, “Breed me, please.” Dwayne had you folded over, hand planted on your upper back in doggy style as he worked his length into you. Slick covered balls had been slapping against your pussy until he had paused just for a second.
At this point you hadn’t cared what you said, fingers curling into the sheets as you whined and allowed your mind to be consumed with lustful ideas. Dwayne had just started up again after his small pause, purring, “Really? That’s such a dirty little mouth on you princess.”
“But who am I to deny you?” Dwayne caressed your hip as the tell tale clapping of skin rang out once more. You were helpless as you clawed desperately at the sheets as he began dragging your hip back to meet his hips. You began inching up and down the bed but never being able to reach out for him with the hand keeping you down.
It was becoming too much too quick and soon his hand withdrew the pressure to reach under and circled the swollen bud, causing you to yell out for him. “Yeah? You close, princess?” He asked, but you could tell he knew. Dwayne always seemed to know.
“I can feel you, your body want my child, my love.” You could only agree, some being muffled by the sheet beneath you as you squeezed tighter and tighter, refusing to let go. The heat overwhelmed you with each touch he gave you and soon you were squirming beneath his strength, whining like a kitten as you begged. Begged for him to do it, to let you cum, even as you let go. It was expanding and radiating form your core, washing over your shaky, sweaty limbs as your eyes rolled back.
It upped his efforts and soon Dwayne had ridden you through it with wet squelches joining the lewd symphony of sex. There was no point in him warning you as he became more vocal in the lead up. Grunting with every roll inside as his hand may as well have left bruises on your hip. All in the lead up to him stifling with a roar as he spilled into your overworked core.
Dwayne held himself inside you as you squirmed on his cock. The sheets were beyond clawed up by the time he had given it to you good.
“Stay still,” Dwayne whispered, bending down to press his chest into your back- holding you in place as he came down. Dwayne spent the rest of the night praising you as he fulfilled another of his kinks, cock warming until you physically couldn’t take anymore of him.
Marko
Marko knew about all your dirty little fantasies, all except one. He prided himself in being sexually open but this one was something you were unsure of how to tell him. Marko was always teasing you and it didn't help that what you wanted, what you fantasized about was something so dirty. Well not dirty but eyebrow raising certainly.
Neither you nor Marko were actively trying to be parents and you doubted Marko could actually get you pregnant let alone be turned on by the idea. But fuck did the idea turn you on so much, not the idea of actually getting pregnant but the mental pictures you painted. How hard he would fuck you, the possessive things he would say to you as he filled you with his-
It was bad enough that you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together as you chewed your bottom lip. It was embarrassing how much the idea affected you so. Right now as you and your boyfriend watched a movie on your couch, you couldn’t help but feel frustration at your own fault.
Marko, ever the attentive had seemingly noticed. The arm around your shoulders tugging lightly on the hair he had been playing with. It instantly got your attention, not hurting but you felt it. “What are you thinking about?” He asked, drawing your glazed eyes from the spot above the TV.
His other hand had been at his mouth, his nail in-between his teeth as he stared expectantly. “N-nothing.”
Large eyes lazily trailed down until they rested at clenched thighs. “Doesn't sound like nothing, sweet cheeks. Sounds like someone's thinking about something dirty.” Marko talked slowly, relishing in the burn of your cheeks and tell tale give aways that you hadn’t been truthful.
“Maybe I was, it’s unfair how you know what I’m thinking.” You didn’t mean to sound defensive but the way he was looking at you made you nervous. The hand at his mouth dropped, instead trailing into your lap and teased at the waist line of your shorts. Marko must have known you were embarrassed to admit it so he took it a step further, “You want to say it or shall I?” He asked and reminded you of all the other stuff he told you in bed, his kinks, and yours were nothing to be embarrassed about, and he had been convincing enough. His sneaky hands worked your shorts down as he moved to kick your legs on either side of him.
“I have a thing for breeding.” You admitted, staring at him wide eyed as you said it out loud. Despite knowing what he was like, you still felt nervous talking about sex with him, dirty things always made you quiet unless he was actively fucking your brains out. At least then you were both too consumed to care.
“I know, I just wanted to hear you say it.” Marko grinned, already yanking your soaked panties down to your ankles and off. Marko seemed eager and all too willing as his fingers trailed up to toy with your soaked folds. “Now tell me what you want, sweet cheeks.”
It was hard not to buck into his touch as he admired you with heavy eyes. “Don’t be shy, I’m going to give you everything you want. Just say the word.” He urged, teasing your slick opening with calloused fingers and small rubs of fingerless leather gloves he always had on.
“Please fuck me, I need.” Marko hummed, fingers dipping inside as your blood pounded, “Need your cum deep inside me.” You choked out, giving in to what you wanted. Fuck did you want it.
“Lie back baby doll.” Marko commanded and you shifted to allow your back to press further into the cushions as he worked his leather chaps down and climbed over you.
“Better not waste a drop, I won't be happy if it's not all where it needs to be.” Marko spoke as he reached down to slide a cushion under your hips, angling them up. The gesture played into the idea of getting you pregnant and you had to relax your throbbing cunt to allow him to slip inside.
“I won't.” You almost stuttered as he quickly filled you up, giving you the pressure you needed.
“Sopping wet, all for me.” Marko sighed and bottomed out. The pace was rough and brutal as per usual and he was relentless with his strength, using his hands to hold your hips in place as he rocked into you. His large eyes were watching you break under him, scrunching up at the pleasure he was giving you as clingy hands clutched the couch. Your knuckles whitened and your head swam, pulling with his movements.
“You gonna give me a baby? Or do I need to do this every time I come over?” Marko teased, snickering as you tightened around him. “Fuck, I think you'd like that, taking my loads so well like that.” He commented as his hand on your left hip drifted to your sloppy core, the pads of his fingers moving quick circles on the bundle of nerves he knew he to manipulate so well.
So well that it wasn't just the one time your mind danced the night away. Marko gave and gave and gave, until he was satisfied that his girl was thoroughly satisfied.
Paul
You knew what you were in for, pulling such a stunt with your over sexual boyfriend. Purposefully brushing against his junk as you walked by him just to hear the small hitch of his breath and escape those wandering hands. Paul must have hated how you had him by the balls that night, or loved it, you could never tell. He always whined when you played with him like that, wanting more and getting more insistent the more you teasingly denied, never mind vocal.
Paul hiked your legs up over his shoulders, pounding your hips into the bouncy mattress as he claimed you for the night. You could only take so much after a while and Paul had obviously jumped at the first chance to drag you back to your place for all the nasty shit he was going to do to you. You were surprised he was even able to drive the bike with how twitchy he was being.
His cock hit deep as he found the right angle and you felt his chest press into your bouncing breasts free from your bra lying on the floor. Paul looked downright cocky as his mouth fell open and his eyes were trained on you. There was a slight tinge of orange in those pretty blue eyes as you had gone momentarily silent.
The dirty thought was hidden in your mind but Paul was a vampire, he could read thoughts at will and right now it became clear he had just heard it. A wide grin appeared on his lips as he let out the smallest of moans.
“Holy shit.” He murmured, staring down at you from above.
“You didn’t hear that did you?” You still asked dumbly as he gulped, rolling his hips a little slower but hitting deep. Part of you was worried that you had broken him but from your experience, Paul was always a little attentive when it came to learning about you.
“Oh I did.” That was all you needed to know to feel mortified. Paul didn't give you the chance to cover your red face before he quickly manoeuvred your hands out the way.
“Fuck you’re so sexy, babe.” Paul finally drawled. He was still staring at you in wonder like a book secrets he wanted to know. A part of you felt like he was going to pry about other little kinks you may or may not have told him yet.
“Want me to fill you up, fuck you full?” His hips snapped harder as his lips dipped down to nip at your collarbone, leaving little marks in his trail. They tingled as soon as he left each one, kissing at he went.
The mere thought filled you with tingles, “Mm yes Paul, I want you to cum deep inside.” You were going to say make a baby until he cut you off with a husky growl, unlike his usual attitude. Paul enjoyed marking you as he called it, but this was something else, something much more primal that he didn't know he liked the idea of until it was brought to his attention.
“Then after I'm just gonna pull those cute little panties up around your legs and trap it there, do you want that? Carry my seed in your panties for the night.” You arched into him, convulsing almost immediately as you reached your high just before him. Scratching at his clothed back did nothing to ease the build up as he worked you through the waves of pleasure until he held himself deep, cumming deep without warning.
“Fuck baby, you're so good for me.” Paul whispered, sitting up a little more than he was before and with a wicked smirk he pulled your thighs into him, making good on his dirty little promise. There was a small release of air from around his cock as he quickly shoved himself back in, until you gasped at the feel of him.
“Now where did I put your panties?”