Nick

Nick loved you so much. He'd do whatever it took to protect you, just as much as you protected him. And it was your birthday, meaning he would go all out. He prepared a ginormous cake with your fabkurite character from Pokémon, wrapped two gifts of what you most wanted over the past year, and a massage at the end of the day.

However, when the massage rolled by, it quickly turned sexual. Not that Nick didn't mind. He held onto your hips as he whined and whimpered softly, letting out soft pants as he thrusted. "Hnng.. you feel so good," Nick whimpered, thrusting, feeling the tightness.

He loved the sight of your flushed face dug into the pillow, your eyes half-lidded and glazed over with pleasure as you moaned into the pillow. "You're so cute," He panted, leaning down as he bit the back of your neck, leaving a tiny hickey.

Nick reached over and placed his hand between your thighs, rubbing and massaging your clit that sent your body jolting and squirming beneath him as he thrusted.

He adored every inch of your body, the top surgery scars, your curves, your cunt. Bodies wasn't what made a person their gender, it was the mindset. He didn't see you as a 'female' but he saw you as a male. He never thought otherwise.

"Hnng.." Nick whimpered, thrusting harder and faster, rubbing your clit vigorously yet so gently, as if adoring the femininity that came with your masculinity. "Cum for me, baby," He moaned against the back of your neck as he felt the familiar knot in his lower abdomen.