Chapter Text
"State your assignment."
"..."
"I won't repeat myself."
"..."
"Miss (y/l/n), state your assignment, or you will be considered in breach of contract and promptly killed."
"I...I must kill John Wick."
***
You cursed at yourself.
You thought your boss would know that there was absolutely no way you could pull this off. He was overestimating you and underestimating John Wick. But you knew better.
You could not overestimate the Baba Yaga.
For each story you heard about the legendary man, you multiplied the details by ten. And now, for some stupid reason, your boss had ordered you to kill—or rather, attempt to kill—John Wick himself. You were almost convinced he perhaps wanted to get rid of you, as this was nothing but a suicide mission.
You began to imagine what life might be like on the other side as you approached the stunning and expansive home. This home really didn't seem to fit a man with a reputation like Mr. Wick's. It was breath-taking, modern in style with a number of glass accents.
You were only a few meters away from the southside when you heard a loud bark. Instantly, you stiffen, having heard stories of his obsession with his dog, but to your surprise, the anticipated attack never came. You could still hear the animal barking.
Curiosity got the better of you as you decided to take a peek. You slowly, cautiously, pressed your fingers to the surface of the house and ever so carefully tilted your head just enough to see the commotion.
What you saw was...unexpected.
There he was, the notorious Baba Yaga—playing fetch?
Had you been a passerby or some other civilian, you could've smiled at the sight. Here was this man who was rumored to have killed enough people to populate a small city, throwing a neon yellow tennis ball so his silver-colored dog could chase after it.
Admittedly, this scene gave you the tiniest bit of hope. Perhaps you could pull this off. He clearly had his guard down, and he'd been re-retired for some time now. You retreated and leaned against the wall, inhaling deeply and exhaling quietly.
You could do this.
***
Your joints ached. Your eyes were heavy. But you had to remain as still and quiet as possible. You didn't think the dog was trained in any sort of defense, but you didn't want to risk the possibility of him alerting his master. His master that was currently sitting on the couch, reading a book.
John Wick looked so...normal. You'd been standing on this ledge for hours, watching the man come inside, make dinner, wash the dishes, feed his dog. It was so peculiar, and you wondered if there was a possibility that you had the wrong house. Still, you knew you shouldn't underestimate him.
After all, people often underestimated you.
Being a woman in this industry gave you an edge, oddly enough, because all of these big strong men would look at you and close their eyes to laugh, believing that you were as threatening as a butterfly.
And by the time they opened their eyes, you'd have already slit their throats.
At last, John Wick closed his book. You watched the man rub his eyes with his thumb and index finger before he stood, stretching and announcing to the dog that he was ready for bed. The dog seemed content to continue his slumber on the couch, so Mr. Wick shrugged and seemingly began the journey on his own.
Perfect.
The man trudged up the stairs to his bedroom, which happened to be the room you hid in. You were hiding strategically behind a column over the loft, giving you a bird's eye view while keeping you concealed from nearly all angles.
You waited and listened.
First, there was the noise of the shower. Afterwards, what sounded like a toothbrush, and finally, the ruffle of clothing and the bedsheets. You exhaled quietly, knowing it was almost time. The dog was snoring on the couch, and soon, Mr. Wick would be as well.
***
Two hours.
It had been two hours before you decided it was safe to reveal yourself. You weren't sure if John Wick had been asleep the entire time, but you waited until you could hear deep breathing before you felt safe enough to emerge.
The dog was still sleeping on the couch, and you were able to see the motionless figure on the bed with only the moonlight coming in from the glass wall behind you. You took in a shaky breath and reached to your side for your blade, carefully removing it from its sheath. Gripping the blade tightly, you begin to advance.
The figure didn't stir as you approached, and you relaxed a little. Perhaps you'd underestimated yourself. But then again, anyone could kill a sleeping man.
You silently walk up to the man's body, taking position just beside him.
This was it.
You. You were about to kill John fucking Wick.
Remembering he could wake up at any moment, you hesitated only a little before lifting the knife over your head. You whisper a quiet apology as you bring the blade down.
Horror struck when you realized your blade was met with no resistance. You tug back the comforter—pillows. Your confusion is minimal when you hear the click of a gun behind you.
"Turn around," commanded a gruff voice.
Shit.
You obey, having no other choice at this moment. As you do, you curse at yourself for having been so naive.
John Wick was staring at you.
His eyes were black in this light, intensely focused on your face. The gaze sent a chill down your spine, as this was the last gaze that many people had seen. His dark hair looked mussed, as though he'd run his fingers through it. He wore blue plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt, looking less like an assassin and more like a dad. But the large gun aimed at your face told a different story.
"Mr. Wick," you hum, knowing that you needed to maintain your confidence if you wanted any chance at all for success.
"Who sent you?" he asked, ignoring your greeting. You swallow and hold your ground, keeping your blade tightly clasped in your fingers.
When you didn't answer, John took a step forward. He steadied the gun with his left hand and looked over the muzzle.
"I won't hesitate to kill you. I suggest you give me somethin' to work with," he spoke lowly. You weigh your options.
Tell John Wick and have your boss kill you, or say nothing and have John Wick kill you.
"Diego Santos sent me," you inform him. John looks surprised, as if he couldn't believe it was so easy to make you talk.
The sound of metal jingling caught both of you in a distraction. John looked back to see the dog moving up the stairs to see what was going on, why his master was speaking so late at night, but John gave some sort of whistle command for it to turn around.
You took the opportunity and lifted your leg, kicking the weapon out of his hand. John's focus is immediately back on you, but you know you can't give him any time. You move forward with your blade and John lifts his arms to the side, ready to intervene. You take a skilled swipe at his abdomen but he expertly dodged it, twisting around in time to grab your wrists.
A noise of surprise escapes you as the large man tugs you forward, forcing your body against his. Your fighting is useless as you only manage to turn, giving him the advantage as he grips your arms tightly behind your back.
"What does Santos want?" John snarled.
"Fuck you," you hiss. You attempt to break free of his grasp, though you find it's comparable to iron shackles. John leans you forward as he reaches for his gun. You struggle against him, though quickly still as he holds the weapon to your temple.
"Tell me why your boss sent you to die," he growls in your ear. Your chest heaves as you take in furious breaths. You were supposed to be good, but John Wick had bested you in just a few minutes. Pathetic.
Your boss would kill you for sure.
"I don't know," you answer at last. John tightens his grip and you grimace, feeling the circulation to your hands nearly cut off.
"Lie to me again," he whispers, pressing the gun harder against you as if you needed a reminder.
"I'm not lying," you huff. You try to move forward and John unexpectedly releases you. You stumble, falling against the bed and landing on the floor.
"If that's the case, then get the hell out of here before you lose your life," you hear the man grumble behind you.
You were enraged.
Who was he to dismiss you back to your boss like some messenger? You were an assassin, a skilled, deadly assassin, just as he was.
You spin around and raise your leg to kick the man. He must've anticipated this, because he smoothly grabs your ankle and pulls you to the ground. You groan as your head hits the floor and the air is knocked out of you.
"You can't fight and you make stupid decisions," he ridicules you. You roll to the side, thinking that perhaps he was right. It was clear that all you would do is exhaust yourself.
You push yourself up from the floor, glaring at the man as you do. He stares down at you, looking...amused.
The bastard has a smug smirk on his face, and you want to punch it off.
"Don't even think about it," he growls. You face one another.
Without another word, you rush at the man but happen to dodge and spin out of the way. He loses balance at having missed you, so you take the opportunity to leap onto his back. He attempts to shake you off as you try and bring him down, though neither of you is successful.
"Pretty good for an old man," you giggle, knowing this might get a rise out of him. Sure enough, John curses at you and suddenly leans over.
Oops.
Your eyes widen as you flip over, flying off of the man. Just as before, you hit the ground. Hard.
You open your eyes, able to see John Wick staring down at you. He still has that stupid expression on his face, like he's the badass here. Which was mostly true, but still.
"I'm not giving you another chance to reconsider your death," he snorts, resting his palms on his knees as he bends down to face you. You decide that you were overpowered.
Whatever punishment your boss had for you was not worth losing your life to John Wick.
The man takes a few steps back as you climb to your feet again, sore, injured, exhausted. You shoot him the strongest death glare you can muster, though it's met with a laugh. Oh well.
John motions towards the stairs with his gun and you roll your eyes, limping in that direction.
"Hold on," he commands. Surprisingly, even to yourself, you pause and turn to listen. John stares at you, his nearly black eyes moving down your body and back up to meet your eyes. You suddenly feel shy, as he'd very obviously took in your frame.
"Come here," he ordered. You can only stare back at him, finding yourself unable to move.
John advances, and you're somewhat caught like a deer in headlights. Your eyes widen as his large fingers wrap around your throat.
You seemingly snap out of it, bringing your hands up to claw at his, though you're only able to grunt in frustration. John watches you do this until a menacing smile develops on his face.
"Maybe instead of sending you to die, Santos sent you as a present," John chuckled lowly. You stop struggling momentarily, focusing more on gasping for air and trying to understand what the man is talking about.
"Let me go, asshole," you growl, gaining back some of your confidence. John only smiles at you. You both know you can't escape his hold.
"I mean, it's the least you both can do for causing me so much trouble," he sighs, turning you suddenly. "I can't think of any other reason he'd be moronic enough to send you after me."
You struggle against him once more, and he presses the gun against your ribs to quiet you. His tall figure is pressed against yours, and your eyes widen as you feel the formation of something pressed against your ass.
You had a sickening feeling in your gut that he wasn't talking about repayment in the form of monetary value.
John suddenly throws you forward.
You stumble, landing against the bed, and have no time to turn around before he's pressed against you once more. You feel his strong fingers tangle in your hair, giving him the ability to lift your head. You release a noise of surprise when the man's lips connect suddenly with your throat.
"What the hell are you doing?" you snap, attempting to free yourself. You hear him chuckle in a low, raspy tone. It's not a promising sound.
"If it hasn't been made clear already, I intend to fuck you."
You're absolutely speechless.
In the weirdest way...his words do something to you. Like, ignite a tiny fire somewhere in your body.
"Wha...wha..." you breathe in question to the man currently kissing your neck.
When the shock wears off, you immediately try to escape. You shove your feet against the floor, hoping to remove yourself from his hold, but the stronger man simply overpowers you and shoves you against the bed.
"Let me go!" You grunt, trying with all your might to somehow get away from him. It's all in vain, as you see him watching you with a smile on his face. As if seeing you struggle brings him immense pleasure.
John bends down suddenly, using his teeth to nip at the sensitive flesh of your neck. You fight in his grasp, but he only places both of your wrists in one of his hands, leaving the other to move freely. Your eyes widen and you exhale as you feel his large, warm hand sliding down the side of your body.
"I'll make sure you're ready to take me, don't worry," he chuckles, lifting his hand. You cry out as he lands a heavy slap on your ass.
"I'm going to kill you," you threaten. John spanks you again, and you yelp in surprise.
"I'd love to see you try again. Either way, you're going to end up on your back," he taunts you.
You let out a string of profanities directed at him. Though this seems to humor the baba yaga, he must've gotten tired of your complaints.
You can only hear the sound of rustling as he reaches over, seemingly into his accent table's drawer. You tug against him in vain, though widened your eyes as you hear the chime of metal.
John says nothing as you feel cold rings snap around each of your wrists. The pressure of his hands is removed, and you growl as you realize you're unable to separate your arms.
He handcuffed you.
You begin to violently buck and huff, but John moved the gun again to rest against your ribs.
"If you're a good girl and please me, I'll let you go when I'm finished with you," John murmured, bending down to nip at your ear. You inhale sharply.
"If you're not cooperative, I will shoot you."
You swallowed.
You're frozen in place as John Wick begins to tug your pants off of your ass. The white leather material is moved from both feet and tossed in a discarded heap. You gasp as he tears the fabric of your top next, removing it from your body. This leaves you in nothing but your red thong. You decide it's probably best for you to remain silent.
John slips his fingers underneath your chest, brushing gently over your nipples. You stifle a whimper as he does this, wanting to appear nonchalant.
"Do you always wear lingerie to take care of your targets?" John hummed. You jump suddenly as you feel his hands move to your waist, just over the fabric of your panties. Your eyes widen as he begins to slowly tug the material down, just as he'd done with your pants.
Your heart is pounding in your chest. His warm hands rub over the bare flesh of your ass, pulling back to release a slap as he'd done before. You squeeze your eyes closed as the force throws you forward, subsequently sending an odd feeling through your body. You feel the muscles of your pussy contract.
What the fuck?
"I can't understand why Santos would give you to me if not to be my plaything, because otherwise, why would he send something so beautiful to die?" the man said. His hands move to your waist, and he follows the natural contours of your body as his touch moves down. Goosebumps rise over your skin, and you're certain that he notices. You whimper as his hand slips down from your ass, gliding over the heat between your legs.
Surprising both of you, John pulls his hand away to reveal glistening juices on his fingers.
"Any particular reason you're already soaking wet?" he murmurs. You swallow...perhaps in fear...perhaps in anticipation. John lifts you suddenly so that you're on the bed, with your ass in the air. You're too afraid to move as the man continues to massage your body.
A gasp escapes you as you feel his hands on your ass, spreading your cheeks. You hear him chuckle.
"You are wet," he breathes. "I can only imagine how you taste."
You have no time to respond before you feel the man's tongue slip out of his mouth, lapping against your dripping pussy.
John groans, placing both hands on your thighs and pulling away momentarily.
"Fuck, you taste so nice," he says lowly. You can't speak as he moves back into you, now licking with more vigor.
John uses his tongue to clean up your pussy, which truthfully, had been wet for some time now. You feel your body quiver before a moan involuntarily escapes you. He laughs at this, sending vibrations against your already sensitive body.
You can't help it. The feeling of his tongue pushing into you and then wrapping around your clit is mind-numbing. Why were you here again? Other than to have this man eat you out?
"I thought you might like this," John hums, lifting a hand to rub against your pussy lips. You whimper as he gently begins to shove his middle finger inside of you. You release a breathy moan at the sensation.
You were only allowed to be fucked by Diego, and Diego wasn't around often. When he was, you were always left unsatisfied, craving more. John Wick was giving you more.
You couldn't help but push yourself back on his thick digit. You hear him chuckle, but you don't care, too overwhelmed with pleasure at just one of his fingers.
John slips his index beside his middle, and though it takes more effort, you force yourself back onto them.
"Good girl," John breathes. He began pumping his fingers into you as you push against them. The sensation is more satisfying than any sexual encounter with Diego. Quiet, breathy whimpers laced with guilt escape you as you let this man fuck you with his fingers, and aid him in doing so by slamming your ass against his knuckles.
You feel yourself slowly coming apart, unbelievably dominated with bliss. You wanted more.
"Please," you whine, stilling for just a moment. John continues to pump his fingers in and out of you.
"Please what?" he grumbles. He moves his thumb beneath his fingers to rub against your clit, causing you to moan loudly. You were already close to climaxing, but...you didn't want to yet.
"Please fuck me," you whimper.
You hear John's voice of satisfaction, a mixture of laughter and groaning. Though you can't see him, you know the tall man stands up.
"Who do you want to fuck you?" he asks in a teasing voice. You breathe as he continues with his fingers.
"J-John Wick," you managed to squeak out. "I...I want John Wick to fuck me."
John smiled.
"Do you think you're wet enough for my cock?" he asks softly, removing his fingers from your wet warmth. His warm hand moves up your back and his palm rests against the dimples at the base of your spine. You swallow before you nod eagerly.
John laughs as if he knows something you don't.
"If you say so," he murmurs. You listen as the man slips out of his clothing, likely discarding it on top of yours. You wonder why he's acting so strangely. Was it so hard to agree to fuck someone?
Your questions were soon answered when you felt something hard and heavy pressing against your body.
The thick, rigid erection slid between your thighs, and John gripped your hips as he coated his dick with your juices. You could hear him groan, squeezing at the flesh of your hips.
"Are you sure?" John grunts, aligning the tip of his cock at the opening of your pussy. You close your eyes for a moment before nodding.
"Yes," you gush.
John accepts this. His hands take a firm hold on your hips as he begins to pull you onto his cock.
Your mouth falls open and your eyes widen. You're unable to speak, think, breathe, as the man slowly impales you on his unbelievably thick manhood.
John lets out a moan as you're still sliding onto him, all the way to the hilt. You feel his groin pressed to your ass, and his cock taking up every inch of space within you. You shudder at the fullness you feel.
"How's that cock feel, baby?" John nearly whispers. His hands move from your hips to the rest of your body as he rubs over your skin. It was clear he understood how overwhelming he was, as he did his best to comfort you as you adjusted to the sheer size of him.
"G-good," you whimper, shivering at the sensation. John chuckles and moves his hands back to your hips. Your eyes widen as he slowly pulls out of you.
A sickening feeling hits your belly as he removes himself from within you. The void you feel is indescribable, and all you can think about is the way your pussy seems to grip his cock as he pulls away.
John is seemingly aware of the awful feeling of emptiness, taking little time to push back into you. You whine as he slowly does this, filling you once again.
Now that you're aware of his size, John begins to slowly pump his hips. You're unable to speak as the man holds you tightly, pulling you back onto his cock before pushing you off. He uses you like a toy, manipulating you onto his dick for his pleasure. The thought is...pleasing to you, and you hate yourself for it.
"I knew you'd like this," John chuckled, shoving into you. You can only whimper as he empties and fills you in a steady rhythm. "You've got so much rage, I figured you just hadn't been fucked well in some time."
You nod slowly, much to his surprise. What did it matter? He may as well know. He correctly guessed that you were sexually frustrated.
You cry out as John gives a particularly sharp thrust, feeling him slide in as deep as he could possibly go. He grunts and leans over your body, wrapping an arm around your waist. Your eyes widen as he slams his hips against your ass.
"I think I've been gentle long enough," he murmurs.
John leans against you and moves his free hand to clamp over your lips. You're not exactly sure why, until he begins to fuck you.
Really fuck you.
John uses the arm around your waist as leverage to repeatedly drag you back onto his cock. The sound of his hips colliding with your ass fills the air, along with your muffled cries and moans of pure satisfaction.
He was absolutely right. You hadn't been fucked well in a very, very long time. You needed this. You let him use your body while simultaneously giving you the best sex you've ever had.
"Fuck, fuck," he groans. You whimper as his teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder, leaving a trail of bite marks as he releases his frustrations upon you.
After a few minutes of him pounding into you, it's as if something primal was awakened within him. John sits up and places his hand on the back of your neck. He holds you down, gripping your waist with the other hand to allow him to forcefully fuck you. You cry into the mattress, now that his hand isn't over your mouth, feeling his massive cock stretch your pussy each time he enters you. It's deliciously painful, the way your body works to accommodate his immense size.
John leans down again. You can hardly think as his lips press to your ear, while his hand continues to squeeze the back of your neck.
"Where do you want me to cum, princess?" he asks lowly, grunting as his hips snap forcefully into you.
You open your mouth to answer, but John suddenly grabs your waist and begins to rapidly force himself into you. You're left with your lips parted, releasing whines and whimpers as his cock stretches you open, knowing that your ass will be red from how hard his body slams against yours. You're speechless, silenced and immobilized, meant to do nothing but accept the man's fucking.
"If you insist," John says. You're confused for a moment, as you'd been unable to speak, until you hear his heavy grunt. Your eyes widen and you release noises of protest as you attempt to escape his firm grasp on your body.
"John, no! Please no, wait, I-I'm not on birth contr—"
John growls and leans over your smaller frame. The hand on your neck tightens as he squeezes his eyes closed. You can't do anything but feel in horror as he gives a few heavy thrusts, burying himself to the hilt to release his seed within you.
His cock pulsates for minutes. He rests over you, catching his breath, using his free hand to squeeze your hip. You pant as he remains on top of you, holding you down to ensure his balls were completely empty.
You whine as he slowly pulls out of you. You'd be happy that you didn't feel empty if you weren't aware of his cum inside of you, giving you a heavy feeling. You huff and rest against the mattress.
"Now that you've taken my load..." John murmurs suddenly. You feel him lift your arms, somehow removing the cuffs. You pull your arms in front of you and rub at your wrists. The man gives you little time to recover as he flips you over. You stare at him in shock and awe as the tall man moves onto the bed.
John gives you no warning as he lifts your legs over his shoulders, bending down to eat away at your pussy once more. You whimper and squirm as he works his magic with his tongue.
The man holds you so that your ass is in the air, even though you're on your back. You try to flip over or at least move, but he refuses to allow it.
"I don't want you to spill a single drop," he murmurs, briefly pulling away. You feel panic rising in your chest as you remember that you're not on birth control, and John had emptied a rather large load into you.
The anxiety of the situation slowly disappears as John sucks at your clit. You feel pressure building as he does this, and you reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair. John groans as you tug the dark strands, sending shockwaves throughout your body. You gasp as he lifts a finger up to your now aching hole, gently easing it in. You feel John pull away as his breath came out as hot puffs.
"So full," he smiles. You have no time to respond as his lips move over your clit again. John grips your thighs to keep them from squeezing closed as he sucks forcefully on the sensitive nub, and you feel yourself nearing the edge. You whine and arch your back, leading John to chuckle and pull away briefly.
"That's it, baby," he hums. "I need you to cum for me. I want yours to mix with mine."
You grip the sheets beside you as the pressure continues to build, nearing the top. John sucks on your clit, occasionally dipping down to brush his tongue over the wet stripe of your pussy. You feel it then, the explosion coming on.
"J-John...John," you whisper, attempting to warn the man.
Unexpectedly, he pulls his lips away, though he keeps his thumb over your clit. You attempt to watch him, though you're so close to your climax.
Before you realize it, John is pushing his cock into you. Your eyes widen and you grit your teeth at the sudden sensation, feeling full as his cock and cum take up space inside of you. The man moves his large hand to your belly, just above the hair over your pussy. You squeeze your eyes closed as he pushes down—you're certain he can feel the bulge of his cock inside of you.
John groans as you enter your orgasm.
You lose track of everything as waves of pleasure begin to wrack your body, causing you to arch your back and cry out. John attempts to fuck you through it, but the contracting of your pussy prevents him from even being able to remove himself, forcing the two of you to remain tied together until you passed your high. Your body milks his cock, causing him to lean his head back and groan deeply. For some reason, the sounds he made acted as proof that you were pleasing him, and that seemed to only contribute to the satisfaction you felt.
It seemed like the orgasm lasted minutes longer than you'd ever been able to accomplish on your own. John waited patiently for you to come down from your high, gently running his hands over your skin.
You felt exhausted. Your entire body was just used, and you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep.
John was at last able to pull out of you, bending down to kiss at the bare skin of your chest. You whimper and flinch as the occasional jolt from your passing orgasm manages to surface, and John chuckles through this. He kisses your jaw, then moves to your lips, lifting a hand to your cheek to push into your hair.
"Can I come back?" You ask weakly, feeling a bit shy. John's brows furrow and he tilts his head.
"Come back?"
"Y-you know, next time," you explain in a nervous tone. John stares at you.
"You're not leaving," he states as if you should know this. Your eyes widen as you look up at the man on top of you.
"You said if I please you, you'll let me go!" you argued.
John smirked. He brings a hand beneath your chin, gripping it gently. You freeze as he bends down to kiss your lips before pulling up to look at you again. His thumb brushes gently over your cheek.
"Baby, I said when I'm through with you," he said softly. Your eyes widen.
"Aren't you?" you ask nervously. John's lips form a handsome smile, though it sends a shiver down your spine. His fingers move from your face to your body, between your breasts and just under your navel.
"I can't be done with you until I'm sure you've been successfully inseminated," he murmurs.
"Wha...what?!" you exclaim. John chuckles and brushes a stray hair from your face to tuck it behind your ear. Your chest heaves in fear.
"I want a baby, and I can't really do it alone. You're a perfect candidate," he hummed. "A beautiful, fiery, skilled little thing. Imagine if you were to return to your boss pregnant? Do you think he'd let you live very long?"
You attempt to free yourself from beneath him, but he quickly settles you.
"Think about it...you get my cock at least once a day, more when we're sure you're fertile," he spoke. "Orgasms are necessary for fertilization...in my book at least," he adds.
You stare at the man. The beautiful man with dark eyes. Your pussy aches, and yet pulses, at the thought of him fucking you daily...god you'd be so satisfied...all to mother his children? To bear his progeny? There were definitely worse men to be impregnated by.
"Okay," you breathe quietly. He smiles at you, bending down to connect your lips briefly. When he pulls away, you stare at one another again. You wonder what this is going to entail, and how you'd explain to your boss that you fucked your target and now he's trying to get you pregnant.
John Wick is trying to get you pregnant.
You felt that you probably wouldn't ever have to explain that to him. At the very least, you were safe here.
"I can't wait," John murmurs. He slips down your body, kissing a trail from your collar bone to just above the hair on your pussy.
Directly over your womb, which was now certainly full of his sperm.
He moves down between your thighs and kisses the sensitive area. You jolt, earning a laugh from him.
"That's one load for today. Let me know when you're ready for round two, Princess."