Warnings: Bobby gets horny thinking about his wife being pregnant, lots of pet names honestly, cursing, begging, teasing, no protection, creampie, pushing the cum back in, sweet aftercare, fluffy end.
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18+ MDNI
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After five years of marriage, you've grown more convinced each day that Bobby would make an incredible father. The way he lights up around your friends' children, his patience, his playfulness, all point to someone born to be a dad. You've both always incorporated the fantasy of pregnancy into your bedroom talk, the whispered pleas for him to finish inside you, the shared imagination of your body changing with his child. Until now, it was just a fantasy, punctuated by your reliable birth control. Lately, though, something's shifted. You find yourself lingering in the baby section at stores, calculating finances in your head. Tonight, you decide, when he walks through that door, you're finally going to have the conversation. Your heart races as you hear Bobby's key in the lock. You smooth your shirt nervously, second-guessing your decision. But as he steps inside, his warm smile melting away the day's stress, you know this is right.
"Hey, beautiful," he says, hanging up his coat. You take a deep breath.
"Bobby, can we talk?" His brow furrows slightly, sensing the weight in your tone.
"Of course. Everything okay?" You lead him to the couch, clasping his hands in yours.
"I've been thinking... about us, our future." Your voice wavers. "I think I'm ready. Ready to try for a baby." Bobby's eyes widen, a mix of surprise and excitement flickering across his face. "Really?" he whispers, squeezing your hands. You nod, tears welling up.
"I want to start our family.”
"So," he said, eyes darkening with lust, "You want me to get you nice and pregnant, huh? You know how much it turns me on to think of you big with my baby." You shivered and nodded. He grinned wickedly, and you knew that you had made the right decision.
"Well then," Bobby growled, pulling you onto his lap, "I think it's time we make that fantasy a reality." His lips crashed against yours, hungry and demanding. You melted into the kiss, your body already thrumming with anticipation. His hands roamed your curves, settling on your hips to grind you against his growing hardness.
"God, I can't wait to see you swollen with my child," he murmured against your neck. "To watch your body change, knowing I put our baby inside you." You whimpered, arousal flooding your core.
"Please, Bobby," you begged, fumbling with his belt. "I need you now." In one swift motion, he stood, lifting you with him.
"Bedroom," he commanded, his voice husky with desire. "I'm going to fuck a baby into you tonight." You basically ran to the bedroom, stripping out of your clothes as you went. You sat on the bed and waited for him. He wasn’t too far behind, slinking his way over to you now, also fully nude. When he reached you, he kissed his way down your body, lingering at the hollow of your throat, the curve of your breast, the soft dip of your navel, until he was kneeling between your trembling thighs. The feelings of desire and anticipation coiled tight within you like a spring about to snap. You felt the cool air of the bedroom whisper across your already slick folds, sending goosebumps racing across your heated skin. A moan escaped your lips, low and needy. His eyes, dark with hunger, locked with yours as his thick cock twitched visibly in response, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. You shivered as he lowered his head, his hot breath teasing you before he grazed his rough tongue over your swollen pussy lips, tasting your arousal with a groan that vibrated against your sensitive flesh. Then he flattened his tongue, dragging it slowly upward before flicking it rapidly across your throbbing clit, the sudden change in pressure making your hips buck involuntarily. His strong hands gripped your thighs, holding you open as he devoured you, only pausing to slide two thick fingers into your aching entrance, curling them upward as he stretched you, preparing you for what was to come. This exquisite torture continued until your fingers tangled desperately in his hair, your body arching off the bed, silently begging for more.
"Oh god, Bobby," you moaned, "fuck me, please!" He lifted his head, lips glistening with your arousal, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"You want my baby?" he growled, rising to his feet. "Then I'm going to fuck you like I mean it."Bobby's eyes flashed with predatory desire as he rose, positioning himself between your legs. He gripped his cock, sliding the thick head through your folds to coat it in your slickness. He teased you for a moment.
“Tell me how badly you want it."
"So badly," you whimpered, squirming beneath him. "Please, Bobby, I need you to fill me up. Make me a mommy." With a groan, he pushed inside in one powerful thrust, stretching you deliciously. Bobby paused, his chest pressed against yours, his breath hot on your neck. "I love you," he whispered, tender despite the primal energy crackling between you. Then he began to move. His hips drove forward in a relentless rhythm, each thrust punctuated by the sound of skin meeting skin. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, desperate to feel every inch of him. Bobby's hands roamed your body, cupping your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples as he imagined them overflowing with milk.
"You're going to look so beautiful carrying our child," he panted, his pace quickening. "I can't wait to watch your belly grow, to feel our baby kick." The image sent a fresh wave of arousal through you. You arched your back, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor.
"Yes, Bobby, yes! Give me your baby!" He groaned, burying his face in your neck as he pounded into you with renewed vigor. He grabbed your thighs, pushing them back against your chest to get the best angle. The new position allowed him to hit even deeper, his thick shaft rubbing against your most sensitive spots with each powerful thrust. You cried out in ecstasy, feeling yourself rapidly approaching the edge. Bobby's movements became more erratic, his breathing ragged against your ear.
"I'm close," he grunted, his grip on your thighs tightening. "I'm going to fill you up, baby. You ready to take it all?"
"Yes!" you screamed, your walls clenching around him. "Give it to me, Bobby! Breed me!" With a primal roar, Bobby slammed into you one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside your willing body. The feeling of his hot seed flooding your womb triggered your own intense orgasm. Your vision went white as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your body shuddering beneath his. As he withdrew, you felt a warm trickle escaping between your thighs. Bobby caught the evidence of his passion with gentle fingers, tenderly guiding it back to its rightful place. You both lay there panting, bodies intertwined and glistening with sweat. Bobby pulled you close, his hand resting protectively over your lower abdomen.
"Do you think it worked?" you whispered, a mix of hope and nervousness in your voice. He kissed your forehead softly.
"If not, we'll just have to keep trying," he said with a playful wink. "I'm more than happy to put in the effort." You giggled, snuggling deeper into his embrace. As your breathing slowed, a comfortable silence settled over the room. Your mind wandered, imagining the possibilities of what you may have just set in motion.
"What do you think it'll be like?" you mused aloud. "Being parents, I mean." Bobby's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin as he considered the question.
"Terrifying," he admitted with a chuckle. “Terrifying and wonderful and stressful and joyful and all the things that I only want to experience with you.” You smiled, touched by his honesty and the depth of emotion in his words.
“I feel the same way," you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. "We'll figure it out together." Bobby's hand drifted to your hair, gently stroking as he spoke.
"I can already picture it, you know. Teaching our kid to ride a bike, reading bedtime stories, cheering at little league games." His voice took on a dreamy quality. "And you... You're going to be an amazing mom." A warmth spread through your chest at his words, mingling with the nervous excitement already bubbling there.
"You really think so?"
"I know so," he said firmly. "You've got so much love to give. Our child is going to be the luckiest kid in the world."
“Yeah, they are because they’ll also have the most amazing and loving father.” You both fell silent for a moment, lost in the possibilities of the future you were creating together.
About three weeks later, you found yourself standing in the bathroom, staring at the pregnancy test on the counter. Your hands trembled slightly as you picked it up, hardly daring to breathe as you examined the little window. Two pink lines. Clear as day. Your heart raced as the reality sank in: you were pregnant.
"Bobby!" you called out, your voice a mix of excitement and disbelief. "Bobby, come here!" You heard his footsteps approaching rapidly. He appeared in the doorway, concern etched on his face.
"What is it? Are you okay?" Wordlessly, you held out the test. His eyes widened as he registered what he was seeing. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the magnitude of the moment settling over you both. Then Bobby's face broke into a radiant smile. He swept you up in his arms, spinning you around the small bathroom.
