combination of two different prompts that i lost the asks for: ["I'm feeling a lot of pressure" and/or "I feel like it's about to fall out of me" featuring clit stim?] anon and ["I feel pressure!” + “My water broke!”] anon, this is for you guys 🖤
“Another?”
“Mmhmmmmph,” I groan, bracing myself on the rim of the tub as I bear down against the heavy mass shoving through the stretched tissue of my cervix. “God, it feels like it's right there.”
I recline on the bathroom floor, one hand wrapped around my knee to pull it up towards my chest as I lean against the cool porcelain of the tub. Riding out the tail end of a contraction, I curl over my taut, overdue belly, and grit my teeth as I strain, working to move the massive head into my birth canal. “fffffuck, there's so much pressureeee.”
“You're doing so good, baby,” you assure me, leaning in to press a kiss to my sweaty forehead. “You're making so much progress.”
I simply moan, rolling my head to the side as I take several deep breaths. After nearly an hour of pushing, I'm halfway inclined to assume that the baby is simply never coming out, and equally as terrified by the notion that it will. That it is. The next contraction steadily begins to build, turning my belly into a white hot vice grip as it cramps down around my spasming womb. “It's comingggg!” I shriek, feeling my cervix finally stretch around the head.
“It is!” you exclaim, reaching between my spread thighs to cup your hands around my bulging sex. “Keep pushing, baby. You're really opening up.”
“The pressure!”
You gently shush me, quietly commanding me to look at you as you brush the pad of your index finger over the hard nub of my throbbing clit. “I've got you,” you coo. “Keep focusing on me. There you go. Thaaaaat's it.”
I pant the end of the push away before immediately bearing down into another one, staring up at you with widened eyes as my hips instinctively roll forward to meet your touch. “Ohhhhh. Oh, God.”
“Better?”
“Much,” I gasp. “But there's still—hnnng, still s-so much pressure. Ooooh.”
"Use it, baby. Push for me. Let me worry about everything else.” You add a bit more pressure as you circle my clit, and my eyes flutter closed as I push down towards your touch, grinding my cunt against the palm of your hand. “You're getting so close.”
"Ohgodohgodoh—.” I cum with a choked off cry, and a significant portion of the pressure I'd been experiencing suddenly releases as my water breaks, fluid gushing out onto the floor between us. “Mmmm, there's the waters. It's coming! Holy fuck, its COMING.”
The lips of my slit begin to part, gaping open into a small ‘O’ as the head shoves its way down. My thighs shake and tremble violently as I push, throwing my head back with a shrill scream. “It's right thereeeee. Fuck, its gonna fall out of meee!”
“Breathe, baby,” you say sternly. “You need to slow down.”
I thrash my head from side to side in a steadfast, hard NO. “It BURNS.” My tissues are beginning to stretch, thin and red-hot to the touch. “Ohhh, get it out. Please get it out. The PRESSUREEEE.”
You press your fingertips into my clit, providing steady counter-pressure as the first glimpse of the baby's head begins to peak out from behind my slit. “I can see it,” you tell me, emotion shining in your voice. “You're doing such a good job, baby. Just keep using that pressure.”
My nails dig into the meat of my thigh as I pull it back, leaving crescent shaped marks embedded in the skin as I bear down hard. My other hand slips from the tub and flies down between my legs, guiding your fingers to a better spot on my clit as you hum approvingly. “Coming,” I mumble deliriously. “Coming. It's comin-oh, I'm gonna cum!”
And I do just that, pleasure washing over me from my head down to the tips of my toes. "Oh, God," I rasp, heaving to catch my breath. "It- ughhh- it's so low."
"I can see the top of the head." You beam as you press another kiss to my forehead, gently cradling my stretched out opening. "You're so close."
"But how close?" I ask, inhaling sharply as I gear up to push again.
You hesitate for a beat, eyeing the small, dime-sized patch of slimy wet hair visible between my parted lips and comparing it to the sheer mass of the head itself, bulging outwards from between my thighs. My outer labia are stretched from crease to crease, and my sex is swollen and inflamed. "Close," you finally say. "Ready to push again?"
I nod frantically as I bear down, a roar building up in my chest and throat. "Uuuuuurrrghhhhhh!" I push with every bit of my strength, skin burning bright red, and an unstoppable force (the pressure) meets a seemingly literal immovable object (the baby's head). "HHHHNNNNNGGGGGGG."
It’s Halloween night. A child dressed as a demon comes to your door. You brush him off, but he curses you in return. Now your punishment is to deliver a magical egg! Mwahaha!
TAGS: F Birth, single birth, painful birth, difficult birth, snowstorm, friends to lovers, long fic
Here it is! You all voted, and this is the story you get with the results from the polls. You are on video chat with your online friends during a snowstorm, when she goes into labor. Upon finding out just how close you live to her, you brave the storm to assist.
Warning: It's really fucking long.
"Son of a..." Her voice was a sharp hiss as she clutched her bump, hunching over as you watched her through her laptop's webcam. Your online friend was nine months pregnant, alone, and definitely in pain.
"Shouldn't you...call someone?" You offered, frowning as she brushed her hair back to look at you. There was both exasperation and fear in her eyes.
"I went to the hospital when they started a few hours back, before the storm started," she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a soft breath as the contraction eased. "But they said I wasn't progressed enough, and to come back when my water broke."
"In this weather?!" You balked, peering out your own window. If it was bad at your place, you could only imagine how bad it was at hers. Hazel had recently moved after the death of her grandmother, having inherited the house she was currently living in.
It was a large, beautiful place from what she'd shown you, and would be big enough to accomodate her need for more space. It was just her now, because the father had ditched early in the pregnancy.
"Yeah, I don't think...they were thinking," Hazel winced, rubbing at her belly again and fixing her shirt. "Hold on, I'm gonna get something to drink," she leaned to adjust the laptop, then shifted so she was at the end of the bed. When she got up, she moved carefully, but she had only taken a few steps when you heard, "Oh, shit!"
"Hazel?" You called, anxiety building in your chest. "What's wrong?"
Hazel leaned to shift the camera so you could see the building stain in her pajama pants. "My water broke," she said it with a combination of relief, fear, and frustration. "This sucks."
"Should you call 911?" You frowned.
"They're probably just gonna send me back home--" She moaned and leaned over the bed, gripping at the comforter.
"You're like...four minutes apart and your water broke, how much more real is it?"
Real enough that when she called 911, they started giving her instructions for a home birth, because the road she lived on back near the woods hadn't been plowed and the bridge that separated her part of town and the hospital was completely shut down due to a massive accident.
Fuck.
"Of course it's that fucking bridge, I knew it was a problem when i moved here," she moaned, bent forward so all you saw was the top of her head and the curve of her ass while she swayed against the bed through her pain.
"Sounds like the bridge we have here. That damn thing is a hazard and they really should replace it-" You were rambling, trying to find a way to distract her, to make her feel better, to do anything. Hazel had hung up on 911 and told them she'd 'figure it out on her own,' when they said it might be a few hours before they got there.
"I never should have moved to this shitty little town. Who the fuck lives in a place with one hospital that's across an ugly pink bridge?!" Hazel whined.
"Ugh, it was originally red, the paint just--"
Your blood went cold.
"Hazel...where is your grandmother's house?"
The town she gave you was familiar. Very familiar, in fact, because it was your goddamn town. Your shitty, boring little town without a mall, or nightclubs, or anything to do. Your town.
"Why?" She gasped as the pain let go of her.
"I...are you in that three story old farmhouse with the purple door?" You asked slowly. Hazel looked at the camera, the only color being the green of her eyes and the flush of her cheeks as she nodded.
"Have you been stalking me--" She started, but stopped as you frowned and shook your head.
"No, but I drive past your place every time I head to town." You said solemnly. Hazel stared at the camera as the two of you processed this information, eyes wide.
"Hazel..." You started carefully. "I...can probably get to you. I can't get you to a hospital unless they clear up that bridge, but, I...you don't have to be alone. Do you want that?"
Hazel was quiet for a few seconds, anxiety etched across her pretty features. Then she smiled, a weak little smile that was strained from her hours of discomfort.
"Please?"
You could never say no to her. You were already packing before she finished getting the word out.
"Alright, I'm gonna have you in my ear, just hang in there," you said soothingly. Hazel had crawled back up on the bed and was curled on her side, moaning softly. You shoved an earbud in your ear, moved the call to your phone, and started your car.
Driving in a snowstorm with a shoddy plow job was hard enough. Doing it while listening to your friend moan and whimper through her contractions was a whole different beast.
"Please don't crash on the way here," Hazel gasped on the other end of the line.
"Ye of little faith," you teased gently. "Just breathe, Hazy, you'll be alright." The use of her nickname made her laugh, which was a victory in your book.
"Says you! This baby is huge!" She whined, sucking in a hard breath as another contraction started. Three minutes between now.
A drive that would normally be ten minutes was already twenty. Hazel was whining and moaning on the other end of the line.
"It hurts! Oh my god, please, please, don't leave me here alone..."
"I'm right here, I'll be there soon..." You soothed.
The end of her road was indicated by a street sign and the fact that they had absolutely not fucking plowed. Your little shitbox of a car wasn't going to make it down that
You heaved a sigh, shoved your hat further over your ears, then got out of your car.
"I'm almost there, Hazel," you promised. "I'm at the end of your street."
"Th-they--they didn't---" She was in the middle of a contraction and fighting it hard.
"Plow, I know. But I have legs and they work just fine. just keep breathing, I'll be there soon."
Even at your best pace, it still was a twenty minute walk, which was about six contractions that Hazel had to struggle through before you could get there.
"I see your house." You said, triumphant.
"I---I'll unlock the door," Hazel gasped. It took her a few minutes (and a contraction, where she ended up curled up against the wall and cursing the invention of locks) before she opened the door.
She was just as beautiful as she had been on camera, if not more. Even sweaty, wide-eyed and in the throughs of labor, she was the prettiest girl you'd ever seen.
She sobbed your name, throwing her arms around you (to the best of her capacity, with her belly between the two of you.) Shocked, you pulled her into a hug. She was warm and smelled like vanilla. Your heart did something that you elected to ignore for now.
"Thank you...for being here," she winced, rubbing at her baby bump and biting her lip. "I'm sorry it's not...under better circumstances?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Hazy. Now, come on, let's get you comfortable, huh?" You led her towards the living room to let her sit, anticipating another contraction.
"There's no comfortable, it's---it's all bad," she gasped as she sat on the couch, pressing her legs together. The pants were damp from her water breaking and barely hanging onto her lower half. Even in the throughs of labor, she was beautiful. You shook the thought off and moved to help her, kneeling in front of her.
"Hey, hey, you're tensing up. You're not helping yourself..." You said softly, resting your hands on her knees. You didn't try to pry them apart, but you indicated gently to her to stop trying to keep her legs together.
"Take a breath or two...or three. I'll get some towels and wash my hands. Do you need anything?"
"To get this baby out of me..." She groaned. You laughed softly and patted her thigh.
"That's all you, Hazy." You said softly and got up. "Where do you keep your towels?"
The trek up to her linen closet took longer than you thought; this place was truly a maze (and beautiful, but damn...) so when you came back, Hazel was agitated and trying to shimmy out of her pants.
"Easy, easy. Do you want...help?" You flushed, suddenly very, very aware of how intimate the two of you were going to have to get. Hazel whined, tipping her head back and clenching her jaw. You took that as a yes and approached. You hooked your fingers into the waistband of her pajama pants and slowly slid them off of her hips.
You had seen Hazel's body before: she had sent you pics of her on vacation in a bathing suit, of her dancing (badly) to a song she liked while waiting for your other friends to get on call, and even her asking for opinions on outfits. But this had all been pre-pregnancy.
She was beautiful, all curves and soft skin, even as her stomach tensed and released with each breath, contraction and moan. You were careful and tried not to stare as you pulled her pants away from her body. She wore a pair of black panties, definitely soaked but not showing it as much as her pants.
You looked away as you pushed the pants aside, trying to sort out the weird feelings you were having when everything went dark.
Hazel gasped. You went still.
"Was that...?" She bit her lip in the dim lighting.
"...the power? Yeah." You frowned, still knelt in front of her.
"Shit, shit, shit, I can't do this. I can't give birth in the dark, in my house, no power, no heat, it's all fucked up--" The panic was clear. You shook your head and grabbed Hazel's hands.
"Breathe, Hazy," you said softly. "Does that fireplace work?" You tipped your jaw to indicate the fireplace a few feet across from the couch. She nodded, tears in her eyes.
"Do you have wood for the fireplace?" You followed up, hopeful.
"I...think so? A stash for emergencies, my dad insisted on me having it..." She moaned, rubbing at her bump.
"Then we'll be fine." Second adventure was going to get the firewood and positioning it in the fireplace. Hazel gasped and shifted on the couch behind you while you worked on it.
"--You're sure we can't just go? To a hospital?" She squeaked as you worked with your lighter.
"Not in this weather, I barely got here." You responded, only turning once you were sure the fire had started. "I'm gonna get your candles-"
"They're not-"
"Candles are candles, even the ugly decorative ones your mom gave you. it's time to burn them." You frowned as you gathered up the candles of various ugliness.
"Oh my god, oh my god-"
You were in the middle of lighting the third candle when Hazel started to cry out.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?"
"It's--it's so---" She shook her head, gripping tight onto the couch. "I think it's coming--"
Panic rushed through you. You thought you'd been ready for this, but it felt like time was hurdling faster than you were ready for.
"Okay, let me just---" You were going to have to take her panties off. You looked at Hazel, who stared at you with the impatience of a woman who wasn't prepared to give birth into her underwear.
You didn't see a head between her legs. You did, however, see what you could only describe as the perfect pussy, and immediately filed the image away for a different time.
"i have to check, so just, breathe..."
"I'm breathing, it's not helping--" Hazel protested, but leaned back so you could slide your fingers into her.
She was tight, maybe even tighter than you anticipated. You were careful, sure you were going to hit resistance from a baby's head. You didn't find that, but...
"You're not quite there, Hazel. 8 centimeters. You're close, though."
"No!" She moaned in protest. "It's so...low..."
"I know, it's close, but you're not ready yet. I'll finish lighting the candles, and then we can adjust, or you can walk, whatever helps..."
She nodded with a small whimper and took a steadying breath. You finished lighting the candles. Between the fireplace and the glow of candles, you had just enough light (and heat.)
"I need..." Hazel reached her hands upward and made a grabbing motion. You helped her to her feet. She leaned her weight on you, her body warm and trembling. You flushed again and tried not to think about all the various images that rushed through your mind.
"Walk...please..." She murmured.
So you walked. Or, shuffled, rather. Hazel gripped tight to you and paced circles around the living room, pausing to lean her body flush against yours with each contraction.
After about ten minutes of this, she got tired of it and you lowered her to the couch.
"No, no, not like..." She shook her head, trying to squirm off the couch. You helped her to the floor, where you'd made a nest of blankets and towels in front of the fireplace.
"Okay, how do you want to sit?"
"Hold me..." She begged. You nodded solemnly, begging your body not to betray you as she lay on the floor with her back pressed to your chest.
"It shouldn't be like this," she mused between contractions, her eyes shut as she tried to breathe. "i should be in a hospital, with the father of my child, not in the dark, in my house..."
"I'm sorry, Hazy. I know this isn't what you wanted..." You frowned.
"But at least I have you--ow!" She squirmed against you as a contraction started and gripped her belly.
"You wouldn't do this to me, wouldn't leave me, wouldn't fuck me and dump me and leave me alone to give birth---you're so good, you came, I can't tell you how much that means to me--" She was rambling which was better than sobbing, but you still knew the worst was yet to come.
"I'll always be here for you, Hazel. Especially since now you're basically my neighbor. I can help with the baby, too, if you want. You don't have to do this alone..."
Hazel let out a soft sob at this. Damnit, you'd made her cry. Good job, idiot-
"You're so sweet. I don't know what I did to get you in my life. Shows up in a snowstorm to help me give birth, of all things---ow, ow, ow--" She whined and pressed further against you.
You sat in this space, with her fighting her contractions and the two of you talking between them for about 45 minutes. It felt like she wasn't progressing, so you got up to move Hazel into a different position.
"Come on, we're gonna use gravity..." You were knelt in front of her and helped her onto her knees as well. She held your shoulders as support to keep from falling over, her face scrunching up.
You wondered what it'd feel like if she was giving birth to your children. Would it feel the same? Would you get that strange tug in your core every time she moaned or pushed? Or was it just the allure of what you could not have?
Hazel let out a long, sharp cry and dug her nails into your shoulders.
"Oh my god, it hurts, it hurts. There's so much fucking pressure, I'm gonna die, please..." She sobbed.
You pushed her onto some pillows to lay back and check her again. She was fully dilated. You could feel what was likely a massive head pressing against her cervix, ready to be born. Your face flushed red.
"Hazel, you're fully dilated, it's time."
She let out a sob, a scared, desperate noise that made you bite your lip and turn away. Hazel shifted into position onto her hands and knees, presenting her ass to you. You moved behind her and rubbed her back.
"Push with the next contraction, you've got this, Hazel."
It didn't take long. Hazel let out a long, drawn out wail that you were sure could wake the dead. You ducked your head sympathetically.
"Oh my god, it's so fucking big, oh my god," she sobbed, her head ducked down. She was trembling as you rubbed her back soothingly.
"You're going to be fine, Hazel," you soothed.
"No, no, it's so big, it's---" She started to tense up.
"Hey, hey, don't push yet, wait for the contractions--"
"i want it out, it's so low," she moaned long and low, the sound only interrupted by a shriek as a contraction hit her. She pushed hard and gripped the towel she was knelt over. Her voice came out in broken shrieks as she bore down. You watched, fascinated by the sight of her.
This went on. She pushed on her hands and knees for nearly an hour before she gave up, collapsing onto her back and staring at you with teary eyes.
"I can't do it, it hurts so bad..." Hazel sobbed, running her hands over her face.
"Yes you can, and you will." You said, moving her legs apart so you could see. You slid your fingers inside and found resistance. "I can feel the head. You're making progress, Hazy, you just have to keep pushing."
"It hurts..."
"Yeah, it's going to keep hurting until you follow through, now push," you urged, peering into her eyes. She bit her lip, grunting as she bore down. The head moved and you removed your fingers from inside her.
"Oh, oh fuck, what is---" She screamed as she pushed again, fear peaking her voice. "Oh fuck, something's---it's coming out, I can't--"
You grabbed her hand and pressed it against the bulge that was slowly starting to press her pussy lips apart.
"You feel that, Hazel? That's your baby. You're so close. You don't have a choice, you have to push, you're going to get through this."
She whimpered, her hand shaking as it touched between her legs and felt what you saw.
"I'm so scared, please, i can't---I want to go...to a hospital, with doctors--"
"I'm sorry, but we can't do that. You won't make it. Now breathe and wait for the next one. We're doing this."
She pushed hard, her knuckles going white as they gripped at the towels. You watched as the head slowly started to crown.
"Yes, yes, yes, keep pushing, you're so close--"
The contraction stopped and Hazel sobbed as the head started to slip back into her. "No, no, please, no!" She tried to push, but you stopped her.
"Pushing outside contractions is just going to wear you out. Breathe, we'll get through this."
You were sure the next push would bring the baby to a crown. It didn't. Neither did the one after that...or after that...or after that.
Hazel was sobbing, pushing as hard as she could. Her screams were raw and desperate as she pulled her legs apart in an attempt to get the baby to emerge.
"It's so close, it's so close, please, pull it out, get it out of me..." She groaned.
"We'll get you up..." Before she could protest, you looped your arms under hers and lifted her so she somewhat stood, her knees bent.
"It's low, it's gonna fall out of me," she panicked, eyes wide.
"Not with the progress you've been making," you said softly in her ear. You held her tight, supporting her weight as she cried and started to bear down again.
"It's so fucking...big..."
"Push, Hazel, just push...hard!" You coaxed, and she shrieked as her knees bent and she tried to force the baby to crown.
"Yes, yes, that's it, you're so close..." The baby's head got closer to a crown than it had in the past twenty minutes before it slipped back into Hazel. She whined and leaned into you.
"You're doing so good, that was progress," you whispered.
"It's not moving enough..." She sobbed. "I can't do this!"
"You can, and you will. Now push, push hard," you leaned in to support her weight as she bore down and cried out when the head started making progress again.
"It burns, it burns--"
"Good girl, keep going," you said encouragingly.
"I can't, oh my god, please, no!" She whimpered as she drew back again. You shook your head, then lowered her onto the couch. She sat upright, but you positioned her so her ass was on the furthest edge of the seat. She was so, so close to crowning you could feel it.
"I need you to focus, Hazel. You're psyching yourself out." You pleaded, peering between her legs. "Next contraction, I want you to push hard."
"It's not gonna--"
"It will. Just do as I say." It had to. You worried that much longer, and the baby would start to struggle.
The growing moan told you a contraction was coming. The moan evolved into a howl of pain. Hazel started to push. You reached and squeezed her leg encouragingly.
"That's it, that's it, keep going--" It was slowly but surely starting to spread her open. Hazel let out a yelp and stopped pushing just as the head got to the widest point.
"Fuck, fuck, no, no, it's spreading me, no-"
"Hazel! Push, push now!"
"I can't, please, please-" she pleaded.
Enough.
You waited until the contraction ended and grabbed Hazel, forcing her onto her back. She kept asking questions, but you didn't answer. Now, on her back, one leg hooked up on the back of the couch and the other spread open, you had full access.
"What are you doing?! This isn't---" Hazel screamed as the contraction came and started to writhe. You grabbed her leg, pushing it back for more leverage.
"Come on, Hazel, push, push now!" You demanded. She screamed in response, but she did start to push.
"That's it, keep going, keep fucking going--"
So close. so so close. She fought through the back and forth for another twenty minutes.
It wasn't until you shoved some pillows under her hips and adjusted them so she was more upright than on her back that there was suddenly progress.
Hazel gasped, a look of fear and anticipation crossing her face.
"I'm---it's there, it's coming, fuck, fuck, fuck!" She threw her head back, her voice raw as she sobbed through the contraction. There was finally movement. The large, wide head moved agonizingly slow, but it was finally coming to a full crown.
"Push, push, push Hazel, good girl, you're doing perfect, you're so beautiful-" The words slipped out before you could think. She started to give up, but you squeezed her thigh.
"No! Keep going, keep going..."
She let out a scream that would leave her voice hoarse for days and left your ears ringing, but the head came to a full crown.
"Good! The head is almost out, it's not slipping, you've got this--"
"No, no, oh my god, it's stretching me, it's---coming---" She groaned, sobbing as her body opened up to accomodate the baby that was stretching her open.
"Yes, yes, keep going, keep going," you whispered, swiftly checking the neck for a cord. No cord. Hazel was so focused on pushing, you didn't try to stop her.
"Oh fuck, I'm giving birth, oh my god," Hazel cried.
"Yes, yes, you are. Next push and you'll have her." You assured.
It wasn't the next push or the one after that. Hazel was starting to give up again, but you squeezed her thigh again, something that you didn't think about but seemed to...affect her enough that she bore down just hard enough---
"Yes, yes, yes! Here she comes, here she comes..." You coaxed. Hazel let out a long, keening noise.
"It hurts!"
"Keep pushing, here's the shoulders!'
"I can't!"
"Hazel, you're doing this, now push!"
The baby that slid into your waiting arms was massive. You'd guess at least 10 lbs. But she was healthy, and when you handed her to Hazel, so was she. The ambulance did finally come...several hours later, during which you and Hazel had some long, messy talks while you helped her clean up and tend to the new baby.
It was early the next morning when she was cleared to go home. You offered to drive her. It was a quiet drive, with a tired Hazel and an anxious you.
After you got the baby inside and settled, you expected either an awkward talk or for Hazel to outright never speak to you again.
Instead, you were met with her arms around your neck and her lips on yours. She kissed you hard while you tried to figure out if this was a dream or not.
It was not. When she drew back, she was flushed and smiling.
"Sorry--I probably shouldn't have-" She was going to pull away. You grabbed her hand.
"Why not?"
"Because I...have been in love with you for a long time," she was flushed. "But I know a single mom isn't exactly..." She gestured uselessly with her free hand.
You bit your lip, trying to sound as normal as possible when you said, "What if I don't mind?"
Somehow, that awkward fumbling led to the best relationship of your life. It also led to Hazel having your children about a year later, in front of that same fireplace.
You and your best friend Lucas were more like siblings than best friends. The two of you went into each other's homes without knocking, spent weeks at each other's houses over the summers, and referred to their families as your own. This meant you were constantly forced to be around his little sister, Amelie. She was a bit of a pain, constantly followed you around, and was clingy with you.
Even now, when you were 24 and Amelie was 21, she was still a pain. She was moody, fidgety, and kept fussing with her clothes. She wouldn't sit still or even take an edible with you. No chill, that girl. You were all on a trip with Lucas' family at their cottage and she insisted on spending most of the trip holed up in her room.
It was late that night. You were tired from a day of skiing, getting into an absolutely childish snowball fight (one of the few things Amelie participated in) and the edible had worn off. You were just about to go to your shared room with Lucas when you passed Amelie's room. The door was shut, but you could hear some strange noises on the other side.
"Amelie?" You paused. The noises went dead quiet. You rolled your eyes. "Mia, these walls are thin, getting off is the worst--" You hesitated as you heard a muffled moan of pain.
Without thinking, you pushed the door open.
She was a sight. Amelie was on her bed, curled up and clutching her stomach, which was massive. If you'd ever seen a full term pregnancy, that was certainly one.
"Holy shit, Mia," you breathed. "When were you planning on telling me about that?"
"Never," She groaned, gritting her teeth. "If I had my way, and she had just waited until after the trip..."
"Wait, wait, you were trying to hide a whole-ass baby from your parents?! Why?!"
She gave you a withering look. "Because I'm supposed to be---" She sucked in a harsh breath. "Getting my education, not-"
"Getting pregnant..." You finished softly. Amelie moaned a little as she got up. Her belly dwarfed her, her leggings clinging to her curves. Under all the layers she had been wearing to conceal the pregnancy, she was just in a tank top and these leggings. It seemed by the way she was sweating, heavy layers wouldn't help her now.
Damn, her chest looked fantastic now.
You wondered how hard Lucas would punch you for thinking that.
A particularly sharp moan of pain brought you back to reality.
"Amelie, we need to get your parents and call-"
"Who?!" She said sharply. "You know damn well nobody can get up this hill in time, and they sure as well aren't going to get me down that hill in time--"
"How do you know? Babies take time--"
She whimpered, her cheeks flushed red. When her eyes met yours, filled with a desperation and an instinct that only a birthing parent could have, you knew that you didn't have time.
"Still, we should get your parents-"
"Please, no. I don't--I don't want them here." She whimpered, holding out her hand. She looked so pathetic, shaking and moaning through the pain, curled up around her secret bump.
You didn't know anything about delivering babies and now Amelie was asking you to do exactly that. Of course she was. And she knew damn well that you would do it. You had a hard time saying no to her, even if she drove you insane.
"What...what do you need?"
Amelie whimpered, shrugging her shoulders uselessly. Yeah, that was the Mia you knew. A quick, gruesome google search and a trip to the linens closet/bathroom prepared you as best you could. Amelie was squirming and whining quietly through the whole process.
"I--I think I need to check." You flushed. You'd never seen Mia naked, and now you were going to be...well, very intimate. Amelie nodded, too lost in the pain to care. You waited until the contraction stopped before checking her progress. She was very close, so close to birthing the secret child.
"You're---yeah, it's time for you to push."
Mia whined in protest at the words. "Hold me," she whimpered, tears in her eyes. You hesitated again. If anyone walked in on this, they would get the worst idea.
Then, there was no good idea in this scenario. You obliged, moving to sit with her between your legs, her back pressed to your chest. You absently rubbed her belly as she moaned and squirmed in your arms.
"It hurts..." She bit her lip, craning her neck back a little. You nodded, feeling her stomach harden with a contraction.
"P-push with the pain, and you'll get through it," you told her. Mia huffed, almost like she was protesting being told what to do, but she did oblige. She let out a noise of pain that was a little too loud.
"Fuck," she gasped, eyes wide.
"Your parents are going to hear if you keep doing that," You hissed quietly in her ear.
For the next few minutes, she was good. She kept pushing and she kept quiet, but there was also no progress.
"I...it's close, but I can't..."
You paused. "Just push."
"I--I think I'm gonna be too l-loud."
"I didn't ask what you think, Mia, I said push." You felt her shiver at your command before bearing down. She started to make a sharp noise before you slid a hand over her mouth, muffling the noise. Mia squirmed and shrieked into your hand, the noise quieted. When she stopped pushing, you moved your hand away.
"It's...the head is in my..." She whined, "It's so low, I can feel it."
You bit your lip, unsure why this information made you feel a certain way.
"Good girl, Mia. Now, keep going. Do you need me to cover your mouth again?"
She was flushed, her hair matted to her forehead with sweat, but she flashed you a small smile.
"I think I'm okay."
Amelie was pushing again, gripping your hand hard. She whimpered and gasped, writhing so much she damn near ended up in your lap. Amelie whined as a contraction ripped through her, your name slipping through her lips.
"It hurts, it hurts, please, make it stop---"
"I can't make it stop, you know that. You did this."
She sobbed, gritting her teeth through the pain. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I think it's coming, I---"
Before she could finish, your hand was clamped over her mouth. You glanced up, staring at the mirror that was across from the bed. Her scream was raw and desperate, and it took you damn near stuffing some of a discarded scarf into her mouth to muffle the noise as she started to crown. She scrambled to get it away from her mouth when she stopped pushing.
"Please, no, I can't---"
"If you can't be quiet, I have to do it for you. Can you be quiet?"
"I---it hurts, it hurts, and I--"
"Breathe, Mia."
She took a soothing breath, her body trembling desperately. "Fuck, fuck---" Her words were desperate whispers as she devolved into pushing again. Now her pain came in hushed sobs, her teeth clenched and her hands balling into fists as she grabbed at the blanket on her bed.
"Shit, shit, I think, it's, it hurts, I don't think--"
"Oh, Mia," You breathed in awe. She was at a full crown, a full head of hair spreading her open. She was stretching beautifully, her body adapting to the clearly large child that was emerging from inside of her.
"What?! What is it?!" She was too afraid to look in the mirror, terrified of how this would affect her. You reached and grabbed her hand, pressing it between her legs.
"You're almost there. Just one or two more pushes. Slow and quiet, Mia. Breathe it out."
It was with desperate whimpers that she got through the first push. You may have taken a little longer than necessary to check the neck for a cord than necessary because the noises she made while waiting were absolutely divine.
"Last push, Amelie. You've got this."
You expected her to breathe, you expected her to whimper and whine, but instead she let out a desperate scream.
"Oh, god! It fucking hurts! Fuck, it's coming!"
She pushed hard, screaming through the agony as a large baby (a girl) slid out between her legs. After you cleared her nose and mouth, the baby started to cry.
By the time you'd handed the child to her mother, your best friend was standing in the doorway looking absolutely horrified.
"You're so lucky mom and dad are heavy sleepers..."
Mia bit her lip, her eyes wide and apologetic as she looked between the two of you.
"I--I don't know how lucky, b-because it's twins."
Watching your pussy lips slowly open and stretch around whatever you’re birthing is undeniably the hottest experience ever. Knowing it’s just going to press more and more as you push, until you’re stretched tight around it in a perfect O. Every time you think it’s at its widest possible point, it just keeps going until you’re screaming and begging get it out of me, it burns.
“Easy,” I murmur, “easy.” I show her what a deep breath looks like, trying to steady her growing panic. Her body shakes, her blue eyes wide, sweat glistens across her forehead. I rub my thumb against her knuckles, her hand gripping mine like life depends on it.
“It hurts,” she whimpers, eyes closing with a hard wince. My other hand closes around her jaw and I softly blow hair into her face to cool her down.
“I've got you, darling.”
She shakes her head in refusal, a cry bubbling up her throat, “oh. Oh.”
“Tension isn't helping our baby, please relax.” She gives me a look that makes me want to bury myself alive to recover from it. A hopeless scared gaze that makes me want to claw out my eyes on top of being five feet underground.
“Help me,” she whines, “get him out of me.”
I flash a look at the royal healers around me, their eyes mildly impatient. I give them a cold stern look that has them shifting into action to avoid my ire.
“I'm still convinced it's a little girl,” I smile, brushing her hair that's matted onto her forehead.
“There's nothing little about her then,” she groans and shifts away from me, her body locking up, “no, not again,” she cries and her fingernails dig into me. I have several of these wounds now but I can't even register it with the way I've been watching her so intently.
“Breathe,” I remind her quickly, “breath in and out. Relax your jaw.”
Her teeth are bared to the world, the entirety of her rigid, airless.
“Breathe,” I bark, my worry crawling up my mouth.
She does but the sound that leaves with it is enough to drive me over an edge. My hand leaves her face and falls onto the swell of her stomach, bare to the room, our child begging to escape it. A blanket covers her lower half and I'm tempted to tear it away to see if there is progress. A healer beats me to it, bending my wife’s knee up and opening her legs like a butterfly, blanket falling away.
“That's the sound we were waiting for, your majesty,” the midwife coos gently. “You’re ready to start pushing. It’ll all be over soon.”
Terror strikes me like a hard fist to the jaw and I sit there in stunned silence. My wife on the other hand starts a tantrum, limps a chaos as she tries to leave the bed. None of us expect this but with her so bloated, she barely makes it before I'm holding her still, pinning to the mattress. Her eyes are crazed and dazed with pain and anger.
“I am not pushing,” she hisses at me as if I was the one who suggested it.
“Are you saying that because you're afraid of the pain or because you don't think you can do it?” I challenge, raising an eyebrow. I dare to let my hand travel down between her legs, my fingers breaching the now expanded opening. I almost groan, “darling,” my head slumps towards her with near relief, “you are so close.” I feel the spot of thin hair, the curvature of a baby’s head. Our child.
“Get your fingers out of me,” she groans, whimpering.
“First I've heard that one,” I smirk. She flashes me a warning look that I eat up.
She again seems to be primed with a retort when both hands furiously find the bottom sheet. Giving my hand, wrist, and arm a break from her piercing touch. A terrified little yelp breaks from her mouth and one leg loses grip on the bedding and kicks out.
“Oh please,” she heartbreakingly pleads. So unlike my vicious wife. “Make it stop.”
I instinctively brush my knuckles to her cheek, my other hand resting low on her stomach. “You need to push, darling,” I press on her skin, “and hard. You're going to be just fine if you do that.”
She says something incoherent, a blubbering mess of raw emotion, exhaustion, and pain. Still she does what we all hoped, pushed. Her face tight with determination, chin to her chest, the sound of an animal in full heat coming out of her. She's never looked so beautiful.
“That's it,” I encourage softly and twist, getting a cold cloth for her forehead and neck. She relaxes instantly, tears streaming down her face.
“I can't do this,” she says, voice breaking.
“Of course you can,” I say softly.
She shakes her head in defiance of my words. Head tipping back against the pile of pillows behind her. My wife shrieks, her body shaking violently. “No, please, no,” she begs.
“It comes, your majesty, push,” the healer beckons.
My focus waivers between how vulnerable and how strong my wife is in this moment that I too am breathless for a spell before I am smiling, staring down at the peek of dark hair.
“I see her, darling, push oh please push.” Our ‘please’ is so contrasting that I laugh. She follows my suggestion and cries out again, this time her hand finding my forearm and holding tight. She looks at me, a face full of unabashed fear and loathing, “you did this to me.”
I still can't wipe the joy from my face so my, “I know,” comes out manic.
She whimpers, tears cascading down her face and mingling with sweat. She swears colorfully. That head of dark hair moves forward and now holds her folds open and taut. She's screaming loud enough to break the windows and I'm there, holding her head against mine, getting closer and closer. “Shh, it's almost over, you're doing so well.”
“Small pushes now, blow out, stretch wide,” the healer mimics the breathing she wants to achieve but my wife just lets out the most pathetic of whimpers.
“Hurts,” she mumbles.
“You're amazing. I'm so impressed,” my lips brush into her sweaty hair.
“Don't say that like you're surprised,” she huffs at me.
I chuckle, leaning back to take in her burning blue eyes. “I'm not surprised.”
“Just a few more pushes,” the healer coaxs.
I watch the head pop out with a bit of liquid and a shrill cry from my partner, who now pants wildly, eyes lidded with weariness. “Pull it out,” she demands, narrowing her gaze to menacing.
“You'll push in a minute here,” the healer amends for her.
“Just take it out,” she begs and then groans deeply, eyes closing quickly, “ohhh nooo” I watch in fascination as the baby starts to rotate slowly.
“Hold on, dearie,” the healer tugs the cord up and over our child’s head eliminating a threat against its life already. “Open these legs wider for me, there you go. Push, push, push.”
Thankfully my wife follows her orders. Her face bright red, and voice raising as more and more of the child emerges. Unceremoniously the screaming is replaced by the baby who now flails around in her mother's arms. Her. Our daughter. My wife and I lock eyes, her face split with adorable shock as if she hadn't just gone through all the work to make this happen. I slump towards them both, my adrenaline wearing off and I'm realizing my own hand has left crescent moons into my flesh from concern. I relax my body and take a deep breath.
“Thank gods,” I murmured to no one in particular. I look up timidly to my wife who wipes our baby with a towel and scrunches her entire chin towards her neck to get a better look at the purple screeching face. Our daughter finally has a lapse in annoyance and her eyes open, stormy gray eyes forming a perfect mirror to gaze into. My wife drops back, a lifeless laugh forcing out of her, “all that only for her to look like you.” She sounds both bitter and proud.
I grin, “she will no doubt be a stunner like me then.”
She huffs loudly but matches my smile, content with such a notion.
So, so intensely sexy... Such a wide crown, that moaning that it hurts, burns to open like this for the baby. This big swollen clit, still so prominent even as they crown. A stunningly beautiful moment. This is peak sexuality, peak eroticism, this of of control, primal moment of the bringing of life into the world~
I am stuck in traffic trying to get home and I think my water just broke! My leggings, seat, and floor boards are soaked. I don't know if I am going to make it home before the baby comes!
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