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Anyways, one day you agree to stay the night since you’re sooo exhausted and you end up fucking. Your baby is at his mom’s house or something idk 💀💀 it’s just not anywhere near there

This is one of my favorite tropes. The thought of being his baby mama who is a bitch to him but he doesn’t care because he’s still obsessed with you >>>.

Content tags: Breeding, creampie, missionary, pussy slapping

Because if asked, your friends would swear up and down that you’re one of those “Fuck my baby dad” ass girls. They know first hand just how messy things got between you and Luigi during your pregnancy. It’s like the Italian man lived to see you riled up even while carrying his baby! Which is why you won’t be telling them about your current predicament…

You’re in Luigi’s bed, sweaty, flushed, and being so deliciously stretched open by a dick you swore you’d never touch again. It had been his idea for you to stay over at his place since you’d both be making the drive to his parents’ place to join your baby for a family get together. But you should’ve known he had been planning this, especially when you had stirred in the middle of the night to him pressed up against you while he peppered kisses in the crook of your neck. In your hazy state, you swear you had tried to swat him away but it didn’t faze him. He nibbled on that sensitive spot you had and slipped his fingers into your poor excuse of panties and rubbed his fingers right between your folds where he knew your clit was. He played with it- giving it a few experimental circles, a little pinch, and dipping down to drag some of your slick over it. Hearing you whimper and feeling you instinctively press yourself against him had him in your ear with, ‘Mhm, that’s right, I still know what you need, baby,’ and a, ‘Come on, mama, for old times sake, let me put the tip in, just the tip, I swear-‘. And honestly? It’s late, his fingers feel so good on your clit, and your pussy is clenching at the thought of that thick cock you know he has, pressing into you. One time won’t hurt, right?

He makes quick work of getting rid of all clothes and spits on his dick to lube himself up while his other hand is showing you how he wants you to fold yourself in half. Notching the tip at your entrance, as he presses your legs flat against you with all his weight. Telling you how pretty and pink your pussy still is before * accidentally * thrusting all the way in while you were distracted by the compliments. You squeal and swat at him because of the pressure and how he’s hammering into your tight wet heat. He swears he slipped! He swears you were too wet! And why would he pull out now? He might as well make both of you feel good. It’s electrifying every time that mushroom tip of his batters into your g-spot, it has you reduced to moans and cries. You don’t know what to do with your hands, switching between gripping his sheets or clawing at his stomach trying to get him to slow down. But he knows you and knows you wouldn’t cum if he did that. So he keeps you pinned under him, making you take every thick inch, telling you how much he missed your pussy, how your pussy was made for his dick, that he wouldn’t let anyone else fuck this pussy as long as he was in your life and he had to be anyway. You’re just nodding along, drunk with pleasure, curling your toes as that familiar peak is building.

You’re not even paying attention to what he’s saying anymore until a couple of rapid sharp stings register on your mound and clit. ‘Did you hear me, baby? I said, what do you think about a little girl? This pussy’s just begging for my cum, look at how she’s crying for me.’ You don’t even get to answer because those spanks send you over the edge as your eyes roll back and your legs shake. Luigi chuckles at the creamy ring of cum you’ve left on his dick but he’s not that far behind you either. You’ve gotten impossibly tighter and he’s grunting as he tries to drive in a few more times but ultimately slams his pelvis against your swollen pussy and empties his load with a loud groan.

You’re both breathing hard, trying to come down from that, when he pulls out and thick globs of his cum drip out of you. You actually do land a slap on his arm when you feel his thick fingers plunge into your fluttering hole and he’s like ‘What? I don’t want it to go to waste. I want a mini you running around.’ You really can’t do anything but sigh contently as his thumb circles your clit, soothing you. But… you don’t know how you’re going to explain another positive pregnancy test to your friends…

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