🙏🏼 sex with kirby while ur already pregnant 🙏🏼
➛ good lord this is..everything
➛ this also turned into longer than a blurb, i was just so in love with this request
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Changing from your pajamas into your day clothes proved to be a challenge this morning, and not just because you were 7 months pregnant.
Stripping from your clothes by the mirror, you could easily see the giant hockey player who watched you with meticulous eyes. His blue eyes danced with desire at the sight of your swollen tummy, a certain aspect about you that sent his libido spiraling.
Maybe it was the pregnancy glow or the fact that your were carrying his child. Whatever it was, watching you struggle to slip your shirt up was sending shockwaves to his hardening cock.
“Need help, baby?”
Your face was red, body glistening with sweat as you attempted to relieve yourself of the tight clothing. And no matter how independent you wanted to be, the child inside of you wasn’t gonna let that slide. So, begrudgingly, you nodded your head “yes.”
Chuckling, Kirby lifted himself off the mattress to stand behind you, his hands delicately tracing around your wide hips. He rested his palms on your stomach, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt. He slowly peeled the shirt up, exposing your bare skin to him.
He groaned lightly at the stretch marks that adorned your tummy. As he pulled off the material the rest of the way, he felt his cock leak as your plump breasts spilled from their confinements.
“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, blissfully unaware of the effect you had on him.
“Why?” You laughed lightly.
Kirby leaned down to place a sensual kiss on your neck, “Because you’re so fucking beautiful.”
You felt a whine bubble up as Kirby pressed his body into yours. The aftermath of his staring was prodding evidently into your cheeks. After a bit more groping from Kirby’s end, you found yourself, inevitably, naked and dripping for your boyfriend.
He sat, leaned back on his knees, taking in the view of your very pregnant form, paired with your swollen cunt. He couldn’t have imagined something hotter than this.
“Please, Kirby,” Your whine ripped him from his thoughts, “I need you.”
Kirby had to swallow a growl at your sultry, begging tone. His beautiful, pregnant girlfriend was pleading for him. Who was he to deny you the pleasure only he could provide. His fingers ran from your ankle, slowly up your thigh. His thumb pressed into your clit, applying gentle pressure.
You felt your breath pick up, your hyperactive hormones making the experience much more intense. He dipped two fingers in, your wetness already soaking your thighs.
“So wet, always so wet for me.”
The feeling of his fingers was pleasurable, but not enough to suffice the burning sensation of your pure want for Kirby. You pushed his hand away, shaking your head. Kirby’s eyes shot up, scared he hurt you.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Is the baby okay?”
His rapid fire questions brought a smile to your face, “I’m fine, I just need more than your fingers.”
At your statement, all of Kirby’s worry drifted away, replaced by cockiness, “Yeah? Just need my cock?”
You nodded desperately, shuffling your hips closer to his straining bulge.
“Okay, okay,” He chuckled at your eagerness, “I’ll give you want you want, baby.”
He quickly stripped himself of his boxers, taking his place back in between your thighs. He gave himself a few pumps, before lining up with your core. With one hand rested on your stomach, Kirby sunk into you with one move.
“Oh, fuck!” You screamed, the delicious stretch of his cock muting out the rest of the world.
Kirby had to hold himself back, your pulsating walls making his mind malfunction. Taking deep breaths, he grounded himself before settling into a steady rhythm.
Your head lulled back, the stimulation from his cock dragging against all your favorite spots. Succumbing to the heat of the pleasure, your body slumped further into the plush pillow.
“That’s right, mama,” Kirby encouraged, “Give it to me, baby.”
He continued his abuse on your pussy, his hips repeatedly slamming into you. The sounds of moans, paired with skin slapping and the squelching of your soaking hole.
With the way your hormones have been raging, you knew you weren’t gonna last very long. The familiar burn of your climax began to build rapidly. Each stroke Kirby gave sent your nerves exploding.
Through your thick whines and whimpers, you managed a warning, “G-gonna cum.”
Kirby picked up his pace, one of his hands rubbing your bump reassuringly.
“Let go, sweetheart. Cum all over my cock.”
With his words, you obliged, back arching as your orgasm hit you like a bus. Blazing ecstasy coursed through your veins. The only sound you could muster were screams of Kirby’s name. The feeling of your tummy pressing up into his tense muscles sent him over the edge, painting your insides white. He panted as you spasmed around him.
Your mind went hazy in post-orgasm bliss, only coming to at the feeling of Kirby’s soft kisses on your face.
“There you are pretty girl,” He smiled lovingly at you as your eyes met his, “Though I lost you for a second.”
You gave him a dopey look, still not completely present. He kissed your cheek once more, lying down to pull your body into his. Kirby rubbed his hands up and down your bump soothingly.
He placed a kiss on your temple, “Did such a good job for me, mama. Get some sleep,” He whispered.
You felt your eyes close with tiredness, the activities taking a toll on your working body. The warmth Kirby’s chest and palms provided lulled your raging hormones and guided you to a peaceful slumber.
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