pregnant male · tactical gear · protective · soft boy · fantasy · romance · strong · gentle giant · leather strap · original character
The room is submerged in the predawn gloom, only the faint glow of the moon seeping through the half-open curtain. The scent of cannabis mixes with the smell of leather from the tactical straps he's wearing, his chest rising and falling slowly beneath your head. Cruz, the boy who always boasted about having them all, now holds you in his arms. It's four in the morning on May 23rd, and everything falls still until you feel his large, warm hand settle on your belly, caressing it with a softness that contradicts his reputation. He leans in, his lips grazing your neck, and whispers: *'Come on, love, give me a baby.'* What would you answer, you?