But Id Give Him 16 If He Asked - Tumblr Posts

+ fem!reader. breeding kink. condescending ayato because that is our new anthem. uhhh subspace + slight dumbification i think. drooling. mdni or i’ll haunt ur dreams forever.

tell ayato you’d love to give him a child and have yourself sprawled on the nearest flat surface he could find, knees kissing your ears while receiving each downward thrust of his powerful hips.

“say it again, angel,” ayato teases, drunken-eyed looking at you while keeping your knees pressed to your chest, “you wanna make a daddy? did i hear my pretty girl right?”

boneless and fucked to your wits, you can only nod and look at him through your teary eyes. he’s taken all your ability to speak— reducing you to nothing but a sniffling, babbling mess underneath him.

“oh? then you’re gonna let me come inside your pretty cunt? fill this pussy ‘til it’s leaking? ‘s that it, pretty?” his lordly tone refuses to subside. how could he not taunt you when you look like that? how could he not give what your perfect and irresistible cunt wants the minute you said you want to give him a child?

“mhm,” you hum deliriously in response, little drool slipping out the side of your mouth, “wanna make you a daddy, ‘yato.”

it’s crazy to think how simple words could knot his stomach and make his balls heavier, but ayato can feel the shivers from his hips up to his spine. he is so close— breath hitching with his heart pounding in his throat.

how adorable, ayato thinks to himself. that with only his cock stuffing you full and a simple flick of his finger over your swollen clit, you can make such a face— drooling with your eyes crossing.

he is so close that all it took was that look on your face and a clamp of your cunt before he’s spurting thick and hot loads into your pussy.

he’s cumming balls-deep into your gummy walls, his and your body shivering as he grabs your flesh for leverage until he calms down.

he pulls out gently, his cocktip still leaking cum to smear all over your pussy lips. while you, on the other hand, is too fucked out to move a limb but the uncontrollable jerking of your thighs.

ayato leans closer to your ear, knowing very well that none of his words would register but still proceeds to ask, “shall we think of a name?”