One-Shot Transmigration: Sorry I'm Here To Ruin Your Happy Ever After-Chapter 115: He may just get pregnant[R18]

Meical’s low growl was swallowed by the lapping water. "Faster? You want it faster, Darling? Tell me how much." His thrusts remained a slow, deep punishment, each one a deliberate, rolling wave that made Min-jae see stars.

Min-jae’s nails scored down Meical’s back, a sharp, delicious pain. "I need it. I need you to fucking ruin me. Please, Meical. Please."

That was all the permission he needed.

Meical’s grip on Min-jae’s hips tightened, his fingers pressing into the yielding flesh as he began to piston into him, the water splashing wildly around them.

The rhythm was jarring, primal, each snap of his hips driving the air from Min-jae’s lungs in a choked gasp.

"That’s it," Meical grunted, the words harsh against Min-jae’s ear. "Take it. Take all of me. Your tight fucking hole is gripping my cock like you’ll never let go."

The world dissolved into sensation. The cool water sloshing against their heated skin. The slick, hot clamp of Min-jae’s body around his cock.

The raw, animal sounds being torn from both of them. Min-jae could feel every shudder, every clench, every desperate, answering thrust Meical was fucking up into him, meeting the brutal pace, his body pliant and yet fiercely active in Meical’s arms.

Meical shifted his angle slightly, driving upwards, and Min-jae screamed. A raw, unfiltered sound of pure ecstasy.

"Right there! Fuck, Meical, right the fuck there! Don’t stop!"

He’d found it. That perfect, devastating spot inside him.

Meical zeroed in on it, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, more precise.

A relentless, flawless assault. He watched Min-jae’s face, his eyes screwed shut, his mouth agape, lost in a universe of pleasure that Meical was building for him, thrust by thrust.

"You feel that, Kaizar? That’s my cock, right on that sweet spot inside you. You’re squeezing me so fucking hard. You’re gonna make me come."

Min-jae could only moan, a high, keening sound that was pure need. His head lolled on Meical’s shoulder, his body completely surrendered to the fucking.

Meical wanted more. He wanted to see him. "Look at me. Look at me when I fuck you."

It took a monumental effort, but Min-jae’s eyelids fluttered open. His gaze was glazed, unfocused, but it found Meical’s.

The love and trust shining through the sheer, mindless pleasure was almost too much to bear. It fueled Meical’s fire, made his thrusts even more possessive.

"You’re mine.." he growled, the words a vow. "This tight, perfect hole is mine. These sounds are mine. This come I’m going to feel dripping out of you later is all mine."

He slid a hand between their slick, wet bodies, his fingers finding Min-jae’s cock. It was hard and leaking, bouncing against his stomach with every powerful thrust. Meical wrapped his fist around it, the glide effortless in the water.

Min-jae jolted as if electrified. "Oh god... I can’t... I’m gonna..."

"Do it.." Meical commanded, his voice ragged but dominant. "Come for me, Kaizar. Come all over my hand. Let me feel you unravel while I’m buried deep inside your perfect fucking body."

The combination was explosive.

The relentless pounding against his prostate. The firm, knowing stroke of Meical’s hand.

The filthy, loving words whispered against his skin.

Min-jae’s orgasm crashed over him with the force of a tidal wave. His body locked up, back arching violently as he came, striping

Meical’s stomach and the water between them with hot, pulsing release.

His inner muscles clamped down on Meical’s cock in a series of frantic, rhythmic spasms, a silken vise grip that milked him ruthlessly.

The sensation was so intense that Meical’s own control shattered. With a roared cry that echoed over the lake, he drove into Min-jae one last, final time, hilting himself to the root as his climax ripped through him.

He poured into Min-jae, pulse after hot, endless pulse, each one wrenched from the very core of his being.

He held Min-jae so tightly against him he feared he might leave bruises, branding him with his possession, his love, his soul.

For a long moment, they were motionless, a tangled, breathing statue in the water, connected in the most intimate way possible.

The only sounds were their ragged, shuddering breaths and the gentle lap of the water slowly calming around them.

Slowly, carefully, Meical loosened his grip, though he didn’t pull out.

He nuzzled into Min-jae’s neck, pressing soft, reverent kisses against the damp skin.

Min-jae was a dead weight in his arms, utterly spent, his limbs still wrapped around Meical.

"I love you.." Meical whispered, the words thick with emotion. "Fuck, I love you so much."

Min-jae made a soft, contented sound, nuzzling closer. "Mmmph. I love you." His voice was a slurred, sleepy murmur. He was already drifting, cradled in the water and in Meical’s arms.

Meical held him, gently swaying them in the gentle current, feeling the aftershocks still trembling through both their bodies.

He pressed another kiss to Min-jae’s shoulder. "Let’s get you out and get you warm."

But Min-jae just tightened his legs weakly around Meical’s waist, a possessive hold even in his exhaustion. "Not yet. Just... a little longer. Right here."

Meical smiled against his skin, his heart so full it ached. He adjusted his hold, making sure Min-jae’s head was supported above the water. He could stay here forever. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The sun was lower now, casting a warm glow across the lake’s surface. In the silence of the forest, Meical’s voice was a soft rumble.

"You’re going to be the death of me, Kaizar."

Min-jae’s lips curved into a slow, sated smile against his neck. "Good." A soft sigh escaped him, his body going even more pliant. "Then fuck me again when we wake up."

Meical gathered Min-jae into his arms and walked out of the lake, water dripping down from their bodies.

He quickly dressed Min-jae up, he didn’t mind anyone seeing his body but he wouldn’t accept it, if anyone saw Kaizar’s.

"At this point I may just get pregnant.." Min-jae chuckled, if only this was a ABO novel then he could really hope for a child.

Here, he could only dream.