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tmpreg | canon divergence | friends to lovers 5 / ? | 1k words

lonely grace hours

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He’s deep in a contraction — face twisted, mouth open, that huge belly tight and glossy under the strain. Not yet the stage for real pushing or crowning, just pure, overwhelming pressure rolling through him.

His partner sits right next to him, cock in hand, stroking slowly. He doesn’t know what to do. The pregnant one had talked about wanting closeness during labor, but this feels different. Watching that belly seize up, hearing those raw, low moans… it’s hitting him harder than he expected. He’s hard, distracted, half-wondering if he should ask. If sliding inside right now would help. If the heat and the pressure of being fucked during a contraction might speed things up, or if the proteins in his cum could somehow encourage the body to open faster.

He just keeps stroking, eyes locked on the stretched, working belly, torn between wanting to help and being completely lost in how fucking hot it is to watch his man labor like this.

Bump check after the pump check.

Based on: https://x.com/thepumpedpup/status/2081362782235087089?s=20

Based on: https://x.com/adorewereble/status/2081120653911232711?s=20