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It starts at the New Year’s party.
Reo’s hanging off of Nagi as usual, laughing as Zantetsu asks him another stupid question.
“You’re in love?” He teases as he pokes his chest, then looks in the glass in his hand as he notices he needs a refill, “You know what comes next, right?” He grins easily, ducking from under Nagi’s arm and taking his glass as well, unnoticed by the other man as he talks seriously with Isagi.
Reo leads Zantetsu over to the bar of his basement lounge, laughing and greeting his friends as they weave through. Zantetsu crosses his arms as he coolly leans against the wall, watching Reo mix drinks, “Of course I know what comes next.” He pushes up his glasses with a relaxed expression, “Though I’m a man of learning, so I would appreciate gaining your insight as well.” He asks, looking across the room, wishing you had heard him use the term insight correctly.
Reo follows his gaze, and grins, “It’s easy. You two have been together forever, so just go through the motions and start that happily ever after.” He shrugs, and Zantetsu smiles as he thinks about it.
“Yes, the happily ever after,” He echoes, nodding and brushing down his shirt casually, “And what motions would that be? What’s the play?” He asks, looking sidelong at Reo conspiratorially.
Reo rolls his eyes as he looks under the bar, “Stupid Tetsu…” He mutters lightheartedly, sighing as he straightens again, “First, you’re going to propose. Get married, make babies, retire happy.” He lists out, plain and simple, his eyes only for the glasses before him as he pours and mixes, “Just be a good husband and you’ll both figure it out.” He smiles a little, looking at his and Nagi’s drinks.
Zantetsu nods along as he starts to go over the list very seriously, eyebrows furrowing in concentration, “Married, retired… proposal…” He muses softly, everything starting to get warm and fuzzy as he watches you talking and laughing with friends, trying so desperately to focus for you.
Reo kisses his teeth, “Remember the order,” He teases lightly as he puts away his mixers, “And don’t forget the kids. Give Uncle Reo a few little athletes to train, huh?” He laughs, taking his drinks and nudging Zantetsu’s arm with his elbow as he exits around the corner of the bar, happily returning to Nagi and Isagi.
Zantetsu tsks, smirking and shaking his head as he wanders across the room. He can remember the order. He can remember everything he has to do to make you happy.
You feel an arm around your waist while you’re talking, and you easily lean into Zantetsu’s firm frame as the group continues laughing and chatting. You reach up and find Zantetsu’s cheek, giving him a little pat in greeting as you look up at him, finding him a little more focused than usual, like he’s thinking.
“Hey, baby,” You smile, nuzzling the side of your head into his chest as he holds you closer, “We’ve got a few minutes until midnight. Is my pretty man excited for the new year?” You giggle, handing him your drink as he leads you to the fireplace, helping you down into a plush seat as you lean into him for support.
Zantetsu nods, looking very serious and collected as always, even as a pink blush runs over his cheeks and betrays his sweet thoughts, “The new year is an excellent opportunity for new beginnings, and falsifying bonds.” He says sagely, standing by your side and looking into the fire as he rubs your shoulder.
You pat his hand, “You’re so right, my love. I’m excited to be fortifying bonds with you this year.” You smile, taking his hand and kissing the back of it. You look at the back of his broad hand as you kiss it again, your gaze traveling up to Zantetsu as he nods, looking very composed and charming with the amber glow of the fire illuminating his features, modestly sipping from the glass, “You look so handsome when you’re focused, honey. Is there anything you wanted to ask me?” You prompt, playing with his hand in both of yours, looking up at him expectantly.
Zantetsu blinks, and he smiles down at you, “As astute as ever, my love.” He says, and he gets down to your level, squeezing your hand a little as he gets down on one knee before you.
“I almost forgot to ask if I could be your New Year’s kiss,” He smiles, pulling your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, “As you know, a kiss at midnight will bring us luck and perplexity for the rest of the year.” He reminds you, his tone soft and purring as he leans in close.
You can’t help but sigh and tilt your head, squeezing his hand in yours. Every year, he asks if he can be your New Year’s kiss with such earnestness, as though there’s a possibility that he’ll miss out this year if he forgot to ask you first.
You lean in and kiss his cheek, “My love, you manage to give me perplexity every day.” You murmur, touching your nose to his and nodding in a gentle nuzzle, making Zantetsu’s smile widen as he immediately pushes his face into yours and hums happily.
Zantetsu looks relieved that you’ve accepted, giving you a quick kiss before helping you to your feet, “Then let’s go out, beneath the stars. Everyone is already going upstairs.” He smiles, letting you take your drink back so he can keep an arm around your waist and keep his free hand out and ready to help you as you both stumble up the steps out of the basement.
You’re expertly escorted through the crowds and onto the balcony, bundled up in Zantetsu’s jacket as you both find a corner of the railing to snuggle up at while everyone starts the countdown.
You look out into the sparkling city, colored lights blinking under the deep dark sky, until Zantetsu touches your cheek, and pulls your face up to him to see the lights dazzling in his glasses.
Fireworks shatter across the reflection, yet not even half as captivating as the warm look of peace behind them. Zantetsu leans in close, whispering, “I’ll make this a good year for us,” He promises, and he tilts his head as the count gets closer to one, “I’ll do everything right for you.”
You smile into him, leaning in and pressing your lips to his, and Zantetsu’s heart becomes fireworks. He gets to relax into you, his expression softening, his hard earned look of concentration fading away. He gets to be himself for a moment, simply a man that loves you.
Fireworks and stars under a hazy winter night melt into an amber morning, mellow sunlight warming the thick white curtains and setting the dim room in a soft glow. Zantetsu made sure to draw the curtains tight over the hotel windows last night to keep your hangover pains to a minimum. He returns quietly, closing the door with a soft click, and taking his shoes off at the entryway before checking on you in the bedroom, his peaceful demeanor energized with a thrumming heartbeat as he sees you sleeping still.
He puts down the bag from the convenience store and undresses from his layers of warm clothing quietly, crawling back into bed with you once he’s down to his boxers just as you start to blink awake.
“Good morning. Good morning.” He murmurs into your ear, making sure you’re fully covered as he pulls the sheets over himself and wraps himself around you, seeking out your warmth, “How are you feeling? How’s this pretty head?” He hums, peppering light kisses onto your forehead as he rubs your sides, warming up his cold hands and giving you shivers from his light touch.
You smile, pushing your face underneath his chin and sighing as you relax, “It’s not too bad. You’re fussing too much.” You chide lightly, though you know he’ll never change, and as you fully melt into his arms, it’s clear he doesn’t need to.
Zantetsu smiles softly as he rubs your back, his hands broad and firm on you as he feels you out, pulling you closer into his body, “I’m glad it doesn’t hurt,” He says, his hand on your lower back smoothing down over the curve of your ass, holding you tightly as he starts to rock his hips into yours slowly, gently, “We would’ve needed to wait if you had a headache. It’s a good thing we can start now.” He hums lovingly, nuzzling his cheek to the crown of your head as he rubs his growing bulge into your lower abdomen, letting you feel its weight and mass as his length thickens.
You instinctively relax in Zantetsu’s grip, tucking your hand up under his head on the pillow and petting his soft hair, still a little damp from his morning shower, “Hm? What are we starting, huh?” You whisper teasingly, hooking a thigh over his hip and snuggling into him.
Zantetsu smirks, fully settling into his element as he takes a hold of you and gently pushes you onto your back, getting in between your legs and pushing up his glasses as he hovers over you, “We’re gonna start making babies today, honey,” He leans in and kisses your cheek, “Don’t worry about a thing. Let me take care of everything for you, my love.” He purrs, his lips trailing down to your neck as he starts tugging down his boxers.
You blink, looking up to the ceiling of the dim room, “Today?” You echo, “Babies?” You smile, holding in a laugh.
Zantetsu grins, eyes dilating as he leans back to admire you, pulling down his boxers enough that he can carefully take them off one leg at a time, “Just hold still and let me guide us through the next steps of our lives together,” He assures you confidently, and he sits up on his knees, putting a hand around his hardened cock and stroking it slowly as he lists out his plan, “I’m going to put babies in you, be a good husband for you, and we’ll retire happy.” He nods, going over the steps in his head again, making sure everything makes sense so that he can look like a dependable, reliable husband for you.
You smile, pressing your lips together to hold back your questions, and you just nod, “You’re going to be my husband, hm?” You clarify, getting a solid nod from Zantetsu as he takes a hold of your hips and drags you a little closer, propping you up so that your thighs are hooked over his hips, leaving you spread out under his hard, wanting cock.
Zantetsu smirks knowingly as he massages your inner thigh in one calloused, warm hand, and starts spreading apart the entrance of your cunt with two fingers, cocking his head as he gets a good look at you, “I’ve given this a lot of thought, my love.” He murmurs dreamily, just teasing your clit with brushing, accidental touches before he starts delving a finger into your heat, turning his wrist as he gets a sense of how tight you are, how much he has to stretch before he can get to work.
“I need to prove to you that I’m taking care of you now, that I’m a provider for you,” He says, very logical and composed even as his heart beats fast, eager to get your wet warmth around his cock as he feels your walls flutter and tighten around his finger pumping into you, “You already know that I’m a hard-working, loyal man, who you can depend on for all your needs,” He smiles, his loose hair starting to fall before his temples as he wets his lip, “Now I need to claim your sweet womb, so that there’s no denying who you love, who you call yours.” He hums, looking back into your eyes with a cocky glint, confident that he’s doing everything right for you.
You look up at Zantetsu as he skims his hand over your body possessively, squeezing and sighing in appreciation as he feels you out and as he plays with your quickly drooling heat, your soft walls tightening around two of his fingers now as he increases his pace, scissoring them inside of you expertly.
There will be time for proper proposals and wedding planning. There will be time for discussions and rectifying misunderstandings. There will be time to get off of birth control if or when you’d like to and repeat this all over again, but at this specific time, with Zantetsu’s thick cock bobbing over you and starting to bead with precum at the thought of getting to breed you, it’s better to course correct, and then let him do whatever he wants.
You hum, subtly squirming under his ministrations as Zantetsu pumps two fingers into your cunt with a serious look of concentration on his face, “Tetsu… it might take a while for it to take,” You warn him, “It may take months of us trying again and again and again.” You say innocently, your eyes fluttering up at him as he curls his long fingers inside of you and plays with your slick softness. Your coy demeanor is ripped from you as Zantetsu immediately leans in over you and starts teasing your clit with his thumb.
“Are you going to be difficult, sweetheart?” He asks testily, his eyes clear and calm, his hand moving with skilled precision as he handles you easily, “You think I won’t breed you every single day until it takes?” He says, and he blushes furiously even as he keeps his cool attitude, his ears turning pink as he tries desperately not to melt at your teasing words and remain your composed and reliable lover.
Zantetsu practically growls into your ear as he gets flustered, taking your words as a challenge, “Just relax for me, sweetness, just let me take care of everything,” He assures you, keeping your legs spread on his hips as he curves his back over you, nipping at your earlobe and flicking your clit with steady, consistent pressure, “I’ve been doing research on how to get you pregnant quickly, how to take care of you, so just trust me.” He murmurs, oddly soft and caring even as his hand works like a machine, shoving a third finger into you as though eager to get started.
If there’s one thing Zantetsu can retain after being taught over and over again, it’s how to please you. He can be a little rough around the edges and a little too enthusiastic, but nothing can stop him from coaxing the most obscene gushing sounds from your cunt. Zantetsu can use his body once directed how to, and he has more than enough motivation to display his devotion to you.
You nod, gasping and trembling as Zantetsu brings you up to your peak with single-minded determination to prepare you to be bred, and your tone softens, making him smile as you visibly relax under him, “I trust you, honey, I trust you. You’re being such a good husband for me, you’re being so sweet.” You praise even as you start to pant softly, your back arching subtly as you wriggle under his touch, and Zantetsu seems to grow more confident as you rely on him, as you look at him with trust.
Zantetsu takes his fingers out of your wet, fluttering cunt and rubs your own slick over your clit in three fingers, muttering into your ear as he eagerly takes the control you’re handing over to him, “That’s it. Just be good and relax for me, and we’ll get you nice and pregnant in no time, my love.” He promises, low and sweet, whispering and doting over you as you tremble. His hand doesn’t let up on his relentless assault on your twitching clit, not even giving you a break when you gasp and let go, taking deep breaths as Zantetsu shushes you through it.
“Shh, shh, there you go,” He whispers into your ear, a breath catching in his throat as his cock throbs violently at the mewling sounds of your pleasure under him, and he has to hide his face to not show how he has to lick his lip to keep from drooling, “Relax, baby, breathe. You’re doing so well. Just lay there and take it, just keep relaxing.” He soothes you, even as his hand prolongs your orgasm, teasing and flicking now.
You grab onto Zantetsu’s arm holding him up as you whine, burying your hand into his hair, “Zen… such a good man for me, so sweet,” You praise, letting out a sharp exhale as his touches become too much too quickly, and your hips twitch, “That’s good, honey. You make me feel so good.” You pant softly, but all Zantetsu can see are your glazed-over eyes, your shivering body as you jolt with the aftershocks of pleasure, and he lights up a little.
“Does this feel good?” He hums, his fingers slowing, switching to just gently nudging your buzzing clit back and forth, back and forth, admiring your eyes with a focused, serious look as if hypnotized by your display of pleasure, “Can you give me one more, or would you rather get started on filling up this pretty pussy with seed?” He cocks his head, speaking matter-of-factly, “It’ll take some time, so I might not be able to give you a rest.” He explains patiently.
You nod, breathless and eager, your cheeks warming as it becomes clear that Zantetsu is very serious about his little breeding session. You pull him down gently, pressing kisses to his lips and making yourself perfectly understood, “You should breed me,” You mumble into his parted lips, and Zantetsu’s mind is etched with your simple, concise requests, “Please fuck me full of cum, Tetsu. Make me proud.”
He nips at your bottom lip and tugs it back slightly as he hums, warm and content in your willingness, “That’s what I like to hear, precious…” He grins, and he finally lets go of your pulsing clit to bring his hand up and lick the slick off of his fingers one by one, “Just tell me what you need,” He says, his eyes half-lidded as he laps at the pad of his thumb, eyes dark eyes raking over you as he settles back into his kneel, “Tell me if I’m giving you too much, or not enough.”
Zantetsu nudges his frames up with the heel of his palm now that he’s gotten his fingers sticky, his hand returning to his leaking cock as he readjusts his position, spreading his thighs under yours to give himself better purchase as his eyes gravitate towards your dripping pussy, “Tell me everything you want, sweetness, because I’ll be that for you,” He murmurs distractedly, nudging his swollen cockhead to your heat and rutting his hips forward, sighing into his words as he looks back at you with a small, confident smile, “You are my dream now, so I’ll be that for you, too.”
Zantetsu had to learn how to handle you once he learned that his cock was very large. It took many demonstrations and a bit of patience when he would become a little energetic in the beginning, but now it’s become part of his routine to take a deep breath, hold your hips down tight so that you can’t interrupt him, and steadily sink down into your heat with the utmost care and consideration.
It always takes your full willpower to let him move slowly and carefully, knowing he’ll get flustered if you start to whine or move your hips to take more of him. You have to lay very still and allow Zantetsu to stretch the walls of your pussy open little by little, even when it starts to burn, even when his prominent cockhead rubs against your insides and sparks jolts of pleasure, even when Zantetsu is looking down at you with the rapt attention of a man looking to devour you, you have to stay still for him, and he smirks.
“You’re being so good for me, sweetheart,” He purrs, his tone dripping with sugar as he salivates over you, “You’re not even complaining,” He murmurs, shushing and sweet as he teases your clit in praise, rubbing his thumb up and down lightly as he fully sinks himself into your wet, clinging depths, “Does that feel good there?” He whispers, smoothing his broad hand from your upper thigh to your lower abdomen, massaging a little where he knows it’ll ache later, “Is that a little too far, or are you okay with me putting my loads in deep?” He asks seriously, cocking his head to the side as he studies your expression.
You can finally wriggle your hips a little once Zantetsu’s pushed himself in as far as this position will allow, gripping the sheets beneath you as you struggle to move while propped up on his lap, “It’s good, Tetsu, you feel good right there,” You assure him, your tone breathless and needy, feeling a familiar ache where his lengthy cock has to curve up a little to fit deep inside, “Do whatever you need to do, honey. I’m yours to breed.” You affirm, and Zantetsu fully relaxes, given permission to take care of you.
He grabs your hips to get you to stop squirming as he pulls himself halfway out, “That’s a good little sweetheart for me,” He smiles, and he spits on the length of his cock before slamming himself back in, his voice lowering into a longing rumble as he hears the squelch of your gushing, willing cunt, “Aren’t you lucky to have such a dependable husband to breed you like you deserve?” He purrs lowly, lighting up as you try to arch your back at the jolt of his thick, throbbing cockhead hitting deep inside your soft, pliant walls.
All pretense falls away once Zantetsu’s deep inside your warm, tight heat, becoming both soft and melty for you- his shoulders lowering, his hands moving with more intuition and ease- and even cockier, allowed to do what he does best without worrying about what anyone thinks of him.
“That’s it, sweetness, just let me handle everything,” He huffs, his soft pecs twitching with every solid thrust inside you, his thick, muscular thighs jiggling as he picks up your bottom half higher and fucks you down into his lap, “You’ll be nice and soft and relaxed when I’m done with you, with such a pretty, sloppy pussy stuffed full of cum. Just the way I like it.” He hums, a shiver running up his spine as he feels your walls clenching around his shaft, knowing that before long, he’ll have you loose and fucked out once you’re properly impregnated.
Zantetsu has firm, strong hands, calloused from his time in the gym, broad palms and long fingers, perfect for pinning down your wriggling hips, not even bothered by how much you writhe and try uselessly to rut against him, “Zen… faster for me, honey, can you fuck me faster?” You plead, and Zantetsu just grins, emboldened by your begging.
He’s never been one to deny you, but he won’t start disappointing you, either, “We’re going to take this one slow, precious,” He coos softly, wetting his lip as he feels his cock twitching, and he struggles to keep himself in check, “As slow as I can go.” He corrects himself with an easy smirk, and he keeps that slow roll of his hips while dragging you closer to meet his thrusts, making each impact harder and rougher as chills run through his frame in pleasure, signaling that he’s already close.
Zantetsu’s eyes flutter as he pants over you, starting to get overwhelmed by your tight, clinging heat cradling his aching cock so perfectly, by your whining moans and willingness to trust in his ability, and his all-consuming thoughts of his seed taking root in you and being the perfect husband for you. His thrusts become more mechanical at the thought of being perfect for you, and he whimpers into his words, “I don’t want you getting sore during the next rounds,” He admits, letting out a sharp exhale as you squeeze his throbbing, drooling cock, “I’ll be good for you, I’ll make this one quick, and I’ll keep giving you more, my love.” He soothes you comfortingly, rubbing his thumbs over your hips as he gasps, slowing even further as he fucks hot streams of seed along your fluttering walls, his balls drawing up tight against your ass as he presses in deep and dreams about his seed taking on the first try like a good husband.
You expect him to fall into you and press his full body to yours as he rides out his orgasm the way he usually does, clinging and soft and seeking out your touch with loving murmurs, but he just drops his head and hisses as he keeps your hips elevated, his cock twitching violently inside of you as he milks himself with your tight pussy like it’s a toy made for collecting his cum.
“Shh, shh, shh… so sweet for me…” He hums, and he takes a moment to look back up.
Zantetsu’s eyes are blown out, dreamy and unfocused, half-lidded and full of love as he takes a shaky breath, and he rocks his hips into you, swishing around his load of cum deep inside your sloppy pussy, “I’m sorry I was going too slow for you, my sweet,” He breathes out, his dark hair falling over his forehead, flushed and panting as his stiff, fat cock teases your soft, sensitive walls, “I said you could ask me for more if I wasn’t giving you enough, so I’ll make it up to you, I’ll be good for you.” He promises, running a hand through his fallen hair as he takes a moment to admire you, and he smiles dazedly as you moan.
It’d be fair to assuage Zantetsu’s worries, to let him know in the moment rather than later that his kindness to your cunt is as appreciated as his aggression, but you can do little more than mumble out weak praise as his bulbous, swollen tip insistently nudges at your g spot while he looks so innocently down at you, as if he knows he’s fucking you stupid.
“So good for me, Tetsu, perfect Tetsu, my perfect man…” You pant softly, laying lax under him as he grinds his fat cock into you a little more, getting his full length fully covered in all his sticky cum before pulling out with an audible squelch.
He smiles as you reach out for him with soft, grabby hands while he maneuvers you, carefully placing one of your thighs between his knees, checking on your pillow to make sure you’re well supported, but he still largely ignores your urge to pull him closer as he focuses on handling you gently, even in the haze of his lust. He hikes up one of your thighs higher and props your leg up on his shoulder, nudging your ankle to his temple as he gently supports your lower half to twist to the side carefully as your back lays flat, fully exposed and laid out for him.
Zantetsu takes a moment to let you relax, letting your muscles loosen as he hums and lets his calloused hands explore your spread form, acting as he does when he eases you into a relieving yoga position, “I’ve got you, I’m here,” He murmurs, one hand holding your calf to his upper chest while his other skims down to your ass, kneading and massaging lightly, “Are you ready to take a second load for me, sweetness?” He asks softly, getting distracted as his eyes are drawn to the seed spilling from your loosened pussy, and he takes a moment to push it back in.
He uses his thumb to swipe up at the little dribble of cum, rubbing it over your slit as he pulls you up a little higher, licking at his finger before grabbing the pillow beside you, “You can take another one for me, right? I think you want another.” He decides, laying down your hip snug into the pillow, his hands firm and comforting as he handles you deftly.
You nod with little coordination, “Does my sweet man have more to give me?” You tease, flexing your leg on his shoulder as you fully relax for him and let him take care of you, “Even after that first one, honey? Felt like you gave me a lot.” You muse aloud, drawing a hand down over your sensitive clit then to your dripping folds, parting your entrance open while Zantetsu mindlessly rocks his hips against your thigh, his cock bobbing as he pants, blushing.
Zantetsu swallows thickly as he admires your cunt, perfectly prepared for him, as fucked and gushing as he likes, and he has to steel himself from fucking into you too quickly, starting to guide his swollen cock to your heat.
“That’s the best part, sweetness. This cock was made to breed you…” He sighs softly as he puts a firm, possessive hand on your waist, the other gripping your thigh as he gently bucks his hips back and forth, until his bulbous head just catches on the entrance of your cunt, slowly teasing it in as he collects the spilled cum and pushes it right back in with the slide of his cock fitting right inside.
Zantetsu slowly feeds his thick cock into your soft, sensitive pussy, his eyelashes fluttering behind his falling glasses as he stifles a groan, feeling how your soft, clinging walls massage and stimulate his every ridge and prominent vein, teasing his twitching tip with your gently clenching muscles, “From now on, this sweet pussy is going to get treated exactly how it deserves.” He purrs, his dark eyes dilated as he watches his aching girth disappear into your heat, getting cradled so lovingly before he'll pay back that care with the rougher treatment he's working you towards.
“We will start taking your breeding very seriously, my love.” Zantetsu instructs as he looks into your eyes, fully seating his length balls deep into your cunt, nudging your insides at a new angle now that your hips are perpendicular to his.
“Every chance I get, I’m going to make sure you’re nice and comfortable for longer sessions, or I’ll start bending you over whenever we have an extra moment together, and I’ll make sure we’re taking every opportunity to get a few extra loads inside of you. Okay?” He asks earnestly, and he pets your lower abdomen lightly as he draws his hips back, as if in apology for the eventual ache, “It’s what I’m good at, my love, I’m built for it,” He says, and his eyes sweep down your body as he watches his cock pull back from you, watching how your pussy tries to suck him back in and milk his pulsing cock, “You’ll get bred as many times as you need, I’ll be up and ready whenever you need me, because I’m designed for quick bursts.” He reminds you confidently, slamming his cock back inside you and obediently fucking you as fast as you asked him to.
Zantetsu can only imagine what it’s like to be as smart as you, with a million thoughts in your brain at all times. He always gets very excited when he can tell he’s giving you a break, taking over and doing all the thinking for you. He adores holding you down and eating your cunt until you can’t form words, or fucking your mouth into his lap until your eyes are glassy and dazed, but there’s something incredibly satisfying to Zantetsu when he can get your full body to relax, only your fists gripping the sheets for support retaining any lingering urge to do anything for yourself.
Zantetsu’s hips smack into you with solid wet squelches as he fucks you hard and fast, his look of concentration earnest now, truly focused on your every reaction, your every twitch and gasp and moan, “So responsive for me,” He grunts, his powerful thighs not deterred at all by his brutal pace, his heavy balls rubbing and slapping against your inner thigh he’s straddling and making him shiver in pleasure, “Do you like this, baby? Tell me you like it.” He mutters under his breath as he leans in closer to you, making sure your leg is properly secured up on his shoulder and bending for him as he curls around you, hands on the bed on either side of your waist as he pounds your cunt at a more intimate angle.
Zantetsu gets close enough to you now that his soft moans of pleasure just fall from his lips to your ear, his pointed canines getting dangerously close to your neck as he just trembles with lust, seeing your hand reach down for your clit, “I… Like this, honey…” You mumble out in agreement, barely able to put meaning to your words as you mindlessly echo him, gasping and writhing as you circle your clit in one quick hand.
Zantetsu grins, “You’re touching yourself on my cock, sweetheart?” He huffs, panting and drooling as he eagerly dips his head into the crook of your shoulder and nuzzles his face to your neck, “You like it, you like when I breed you good…” He mumbles with laughter under his breath as he teases your throat with his teeth, giving you an audibly wet kiss before biting gently, practically growling as his cock twitches in response to your breathless whine.
His hips switch to a rolling, deep motion as he hums into your neck, swiveling his long, thick cock inside of you like he’s carving out a home for himself inside your soft, sweet depths, grinding and moaning into your neck as he gives you sloppy kisses and nips at your shoulder, “Gonna fuck you like this every day from now on.” He promises between kisses, mindlessly lapping at your neck when you whine for him, craning your head back and arching into him.
Zantetsu takes a second to grab your hip and push you back into the pillow when he feels you try to move against him, but he doesn’t reprimand you yet, “I’m gonna get you used to sitting still and taking it for me when I tell you I’m breeding you,” He grunts as he gives you longer strokes, the wet sounds getting obscene as he gives you time between each thrust to hear the sticky gush of his fat cock spearing back into your greedy heat, “We’ll keep doing this as many times as you need until you get it, honey. You’ve always been very patient with me, so I’ll be patient with you.” He grins into your neck as he huffs softly, feeling another orgasm coming on, and he hisses as he tries to hold it back this time.
Zantetsu lets go of your hip and takes your chin in his hand, forcing you to look into his half-lidded eyes, blown out in his desire for you, “Are you going to cum on my cock?” He purrs softly, his tone knowing and confident as he pushes in deep one more time before upping his pace again, his brows furrowing as his cock aches to breed, “Are you gonna be good for me, sweetheart? Gonna show me how good it feels to get stuffed full of my seed? Take my pretty babies?” He hums encouragingly, cooing and sweet as he toys with you.
You can’t help but rut your hips to his as Zantetsu chases after his high, nodding and whining and chanting his name as you rub your clit quickly, his girthy cock frothing the cum already inside of you sending you over the edge as you clench around him, and Zantetsu has to swallow his curses as he presses his lips to yours in a messy, wet kiss.
You exchange shuddering moans into each other’s mouths as you both relax into each other. You take deep, shaky breaths through your nose as Zantetsu stuffs himself in deep and lets his cock unload another generous load of hot cum inside of you, his hand softening on your face as he caresses your cheek almost possessively, his hips stuttering with the need to get even deeper, connect with you even closer.
Zantetsu tilts his head as he keeps pressing quicker kisses to your lips, seemingly making himself start to get back up instead of lingering for too long, with single-minded efficiency even as he takes the time to wipe at your lip with his thumb, cleaning up the trailing spit that connected your mouths as he pulled back.
“I thought I was gonna go easy on you,” He admits as he starts to straighten his back, pushing up his glasses as he gets a good look at your fucked out state, “I thought about letting you off with two rounds for our first try, to make sure I don’t wear you out too early, but you just had to cum on my cock, didn’t you?” He grins as he pulls his hips back and slips his dripping wet, half-hard cock from your cunt and lets his combined loads of cum trickle out onto your inner thigh.
Zantetsu shushes you soothingly as you lay still for him, allowing him to hold you carefully as he pushes the pillow from beneath you just a little further up the bed, and he brings your legs closed with warm, supportive hands.
“Come here, come here,” He whispers, low and gentle as he maneuvers you until you’re laying on your front, your ass elevated up by the pillow beneath your lower abdomen, “Is this okay? Tell me if this feels good, sweetness, tell me if I’m making you feel good.” He soothes in his deep, rumbling voice, rubbing a hand down your back before gripping your hips tightly and positioning you snugly beneath him, straddling your pressed-together thighs and kneading your ass as he lets you melt down into a comfortable puddle.
Zantetsu has made it even more difficult for you to move against him, having to prop yourself up on your elbows to garner any sort of purchase to try to push back and ask for more, “It’s good, Tetsu, feels good…” You mumble softly, squeaking as Zantetsu grabs your hip tight in one hand and smacks the side of your ass in the other.
“Stop moving,” He tsks, massaging your stinging flesh and idly playing with your softness as he cocks his head to the side, “Tell me if you want something from me,” He reminds, and he parts his thighs wider as he takes ahold of his cock again, pumping it back up to full hardness, “You’re my smart little sweetheart. You can use your words for me, right?” He smiles knowingly, his hand making wet squelching noises as he fists his thickening length, starting to nudge the tip between your thighs as you whine and mewl beneath him in complaint.
Zantetsu blushes as he feels how your pussy is already soaking the pillow beneath you, wetting his lip as he drives his hips forward, stretching out your used pussy walls and immediately swiveling and grinding into your loosened, gushy cunt.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, my love.” He asks as he holds himself in deep, only pressing in harder as he leans in and drops his hands back down on either side of you.
“Did you need me to fuck you harder, is that why you were still moving?” He taunts lightheartedly, smacking his hips into your ass and shaking the bed with every solid thrust, “You can tell me, baby. You can tell me if I’m not being as rough with you as you need.” He assures you lovingly, his tone low and syrupy even as he snaps his hips forward with the intent of taking advantage of your fucked out, squelching pussy, using you with absolutely no resistance as you melt beneath him.
You limply wrap your arms around the pillow under your head, panting and whining as Zantetsu handles your body for you, unable to say more than broken chants of his name, begging for him, praising him, adoring him, just like he needs.
Zantetsu smirks, readjusting his center of gravity to be able to keep up his pace in pistoning in and out of your sloppy pussy and still tilting a little to the side, all to grab the back of your head and hold your cheek down into the pillow, “Did you learn your lesson yet, sweetheart? He hums softly in curiosity, salivating over you as the overstimulated, sensitive walls of your used cunt massage his cock like it’s the only thing you know how to do now.
He readjusts one more time, and you can feel his warm weight over you shift as a large hand grabs onto your ass and gropes you as the pace of Zantetsu’s thrusts gets faster, his massive, throbbing cock twitching with the eagerness to fill you until his cum won’t fit inside you anymore.
With one hand pushing your face into your pillow and the other keeping your ass still while he fucks your brains out, Zantetsu feels a thrill run up his spine, feeling like a truly capable husband who knows how to keep you relaxed while he breeds you thoroughly, “Just let me do all the work for you, precious.” He huffs, spurred on by your responsive moans and lax body taking everything he’s giving you.
Zantetsu feels a feverish rush of satisfaction, “Sweet little thing…” He purrs, eyes glazed over, confident he’s doing everything right for you, “Just let me take care of you. All you have to do is lay there and get pregnant.” He reassures you lovingly, rutting his hips to your jiggling ass as his fat, twitching cock spurts out a few more sticky ropes of cum inside you.
His seed has nowhere else to go, squelching out around his cock and spilling back onto the rest of his length, coating his girth in white as he fucks it all in as deep as it can get with fervent desperation.
“You’re so sweet for me, so good for me…” Zantetsu sighs, brows furrowing as he pants open-mouthed, whimpering with overstimulation now as his cock is squeezed and sucked on by your warm, clinging pussy, “Such a good little breeding toy. You took it all so well, didn’t you?” He praises, huffing and panting, “Mhm… you didn’t even complain...” He whispers, his grip tightening on you as he feels the pangs of orgasm making him soft and twitchy, and he has to pull his cock out quickly.
Zantetsu tsks as your pussy drools out his loads onto the pillow, and he curses under his breath as he looks around for something to clean you up with, before instinctively grabbing your thighs and pulling you up, dipping his head down and pressing his lips to your messy cunt.
You get dragged back a little in bed, immediately gasping and whining as Zantetsu eats at your used, sore pussy. With your face buried in the bed, your ass in the air as Zantetsu pulls you up just enough for him to be able to slurp and lap at your sloppy heat while hunched over on his knees, your cheeks get furiously hot, hearing Zantetsu’s obscene, filthy sounds as he cleans up your pussy.
Your legs subtly shake in his strong, capable hands as you mewl weakly, gasping as he delves his tongue deep inside and almost just coaxes his spend out of you, taking it back, making sure you won’t feel uncomfortable from leaking so much cum.
“Zen… Good, good boy, Zen…” You mumble, muffled by the bed as you lay completely limp in his firm hold, your eyes fluttering as Zantetsu just moans in response to your praise, his hungry mouth kissing and suckling your pussy lips as he makes sure he’s sucked as much of his cum from your insides as he can before latching onto your clit.
You shudder and whine at the new, overwhelming sensation, taking deep breaths as you trust Zantetsu, letting go and giving into his care, “Sweet Tetsu, sweet husband for me…” You moan softly, burying your face back into the bed as you muffle your cry of broken pleasure, allowing Zantetsu to work you through your orgasm and lavish you in his attention.
Zantetsu is quick to let go the moment you whine again, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your glistening pussy before lapping up your inner thighs, giving you a quick once over to make sure you can’t press your thighs together and feel any squelching, then gently laying you back into bed.
With the pillow removed and Zantetsu laying you face down while he gets out of bed, you’re able to stretch a little, taking stock of your new sore spots and aching core, yet no wet slickness between your thighs to get cold and sticky while you wait for Zantetsu to get back.
You settle down half onto your side just as Zantetsu returns, pulling on new boxer shorts and bringing soft dampened hand towels to clean you properly with.
Zantetsu sits beside you in bed, rifling through the bag he brought from the convenience store, “We forgot the heating pad at home.” He mentions offhandedly as he breaks the one time use pad, letting the warming beads inside of the fabric pouch get up to temperature in his broad palms before nestling it up to your lower abdomen, “And I got pills in case you had a headache, and…” He looks through, finding the water bottle, “For you.” He smiles softly, opening and handing it to you.
You take the water, blinking as your coherency returns quickly, thanking him as you drink. Zantetsu wastes no time before getting back into bed with you, making sure you’re fully covered as he pulls the sheets over himself and wraps his arms around you, bundling you in his warmth.
He pets your cheek as he touches his nose to yours, looking between your eyes lovingly, “How are you feeling?” He whispers, rubbing your side, letting his longing, possessive hand squeeze your hip, “How’s this pretty womb taking it?” He smiles, lips pressed together as if apologetic for both his size and eagerness.
You hum as you settle in, getting comfortable under Zantetsu’s touch as you nestle into him, earning a kiss to your forehead as you duck your head in close to him.
You sigh, your shoulders lowering, your muscles relaxing, tucking your hand up under his head and petting his soft hair, no longer damp from his morning shower, “Feels good, Tetsu.” You hum softly, looking between his dark, loving eyes from behind the frames pressing awkwardly into the pillow.
You reach up and carefully tug them off his face by the bridge, watching him blink as his view of you gets just a little bit clearer, no pretense or slightly smudged glass holding him back, “You feel good,” You add, considering him thoughtfully, “You feel good as a husband. It suits you.”
Zantetsu smiles, leaning in and pressing another kiss to your forehead. He whispers as his cheeks flush pink, “Am I doing it right?” He asks, his heart beating fast.
You cup his cheek in your hand, and Zantetsu knows enough to know that when he looks into your eyes, he sees a man you hold in high esteem reflected back at him, and he feels his dream fulfilled in you.
As you both whisper together in bed, trading praise and sweet words and soft giggles under the sheets, Zantetsu is assured again and again that he is enough. He is hard-working, he is loyal, he is eager to learn, and he is a good man. Underlying his every good trait, the undercurrent of his aspirations in life, he is simply a man that loves you.