This scene was written for another reddit-or. Enjoy, darling.

It’s past 2:00 AM in the morning on a Friday night when there’s a loud pounding on my door. I peel myself out of bed, rub my eyes and run a hand through my hair. What the actual fuck… Only in briefs, I open the door. It’s you. My ex. All 5’2 of you, 5’6 with shoes.

“What…?” I can’t even finish my question before you walk toward me, stumbling slightly. “Woah…” I grab the sides of your shoulders to steady you. “What’s up…?”

Your wide glossy eyes gaze up at me, hands pressing against my bare chest. “I really, really want a baby,” you mutter. “But we’ve been trying“—you groan—“and it’s not happening.” Sighing, I pull you inside and close the door behind you.

You and I, we didn’t work out because you wanted a husband. And children. I am not the man to do that with. I’m the man to travel the world with and go out to fancy restaurants….I am not changing diapers.

Once the door is closed, you stumble toward my couch in the living room. You drop down and immediately fumble your high heels open. I watch from the door way to the living room. We haven’t seen each other in months because your husband hates my guts. With good reason. I’m the guy you always fall back on whenever things get rocky. He doesn’t fuck me hard enough. His cock isn’t as big as yours and now… he can’t give me a baby.

I join you on the couch, stretched out on the long side of it. You’ve kicked off your high heels and blow out a breath, staring straight ahead to where my bedroom is. “Do you have any idea how frustrating this is…”

“I do not,” I reply, sounding somewhat bored. I really don’t care for talking about your husband. I get that we had to split up because we wanted different things…but I hate the fact that we can’t fuck anymore. The sex we had was out of this world. “Well, what can you do…” I rest my arms above my head, shrugging.

A long silence stretches between us before you turn to me. Our eyes lock but then…your gaze ventures downward, to my cock. Oh? You reach your fingers out, all soft and manicured, tracing the little happy trail beneath my belly button. I stay still. Breathe. If you want to cheat on your husband… I will happily do so. I can fuck you better than he can. We both know it.

“God, I miss this dick,” you groan out the word, a fingertip tracing along the waistband of my briefs. Careful not to move, I let you touch me. Gently brushing your fingers over the curve of my cock beneath the fabric. I breathe in. While I haven’t been awake before, I sure am now. I’m getting hard. Please don’t change your mind…

With slow rubs across my shaft, you make me harden. The only light in the room comes from the street lamps outside. You shift in your spot, tracing my outline. I close my eyes at the sensation, attention turning inward. My God, yes. You know exactly how to touch me. All these years of sexual exploration… fuck. A desperate little whimper makes me return my attention to you. You shift in your spot again, so I reach out my hand and place it on your thigh. “Are you horny?” I whisper, soft and gentle…knowing that if I play my cards right, I’ll get my dick wet tonight.

“Yes…” you admit quietly. Without me saying anything else, you stand up, remove your thong from under your dress and then…step out of it on the floor. I sit up instantly. This is it. You’re gonna let me fuck you. After all this time. You sit back down, resting back against the couch, eyes up at me as you open your thighs, dress pooling around your waist, pussy exposed. You dip a finger in to show me how wet you are.

“Christ…” I move off the couch and kneel before you on the floor. There I position myself between your legs. My chest rises in anticipation. I know I should check whether we should use a condom, but if you’re not gonna ask…I won’t either. Nothing beats fucking you raw. I pull out my cock from my briefs, move between your legs, and then guide my cockhead between your slick folds.

Your lips form an “O” when I grab your hips and drag you forward. “For old time’s sake…” you whimper right before I breach your dripping wet pussy. Your eyes roll back, then close, lips opening wider. “Oh yes. I missed that stretch,” you squeal the last word out when I roll my hips to go deeper. Again and again and again. “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me hard.” As you wish. I stretch my legs out behind me, braced against the floor, and sink as deep as I can inside you. Your eyes fly open in panic. Halfway in has always been a painful spot for you…until I fuck you open.

So I do it. Fuck you open. Rolling forward, pumping into you to fuck your soaked pussy into submission. Your nails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks on my skin. Whenever I thrust in deep, and make contact with your body, your boobs bounce inside your dress. They look obscenely big like this. “Yes…that’s it..I love that big dick, I fucking love it,” you cry out loudly. I place my hands on your thighs, manoeuvring you into my favorite mating press position.

“You love it more than your husband’s?” I grunt out, shifting my hips before I add more pressure to push past that resistance inside your pussy.

“Yes!” you scream the word as I succeed, sliding past that tight spot and right against your cervix. Your eyes lock with mine. “It’s so good. So much better.”

“You missed it?” I mutter.

“I missed it so much…” Holy shit… that’s all I need to know. All I need to hear. You gasp at my next downward drive, hitting your cervix at your favorite angle. It’s so sensitive it hurts. Your hands drop to my lower stomach in an attempt to stop me. You can’t stop me, darling. Now that I’m deep inside your pussy, I’m gonna make it mine. Mark it as mine. So you can go home, dripping with my come, and go to sleep next to your husband.

The thought of you filled with my seed makes my brain shut down. I pound into you, your body pinned in place and trapped underneath mine, unable to move. You’re my little hole to penetrate and breed. You moan and whimper, hands grabbing on to my upper arms to hold on to me. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” you chant. God, yes. I keep going, my rhythm steady and hard, deep, making you arch your back and cry out. Pussy contracting, tightening. You press your lips together so you don’t scream, head tilted back against the couch. My eyes close as the tension inside me peaks. Balls swinging against your slick folds, your juices clinging to me as I bottom out. Over and over again. I’m gonna come…claim your pussy again. As mine. Mine…mine…mine.

A low rumble rises from my chest; the sound I make echoes through the apartment. When I open my eyes, you’re watching me. Watching every muscle tense, the expression on my face…eager to witness the moment lust tips over. I shake all over, my mind blanking out, the heat inside my body too much to bear. And then, I shoot my load inside you. Right against your cervix. Cock flexing, pulsing and pumping you full. My God, yes. I smile, delirious with pleasure, my hands still holding your thighs in place.

A moment later, while I’m still buried inside you, you whisper, “Thank you…” and sigh.

—

Four weeks later, there’s another knock on my door. I’ve just come back from work and took a shower. My hair is still wet, I’m in shorts and a blue t-shirt. I open the door and then there you are. Sober this time.

“Twice in one month?” I grin. “Look at me getting lucky…”

The expression on your face doesn’t look like you appreciate my little remark. You step inside, past me, without a word. You’re fuming. I can sense it. Oh. Did he find out?

Giving me a slow once over in the hallway, you wait for me to close the door before you start with, “I can’t fucking believe you fucked me without a condom.”

Huh? What? Frowning, I answer with, “you didn’t seem to mind… in fact, you begged me to fuck you if I remember correctly.”

Huffing out a breath, you snap, “don’t get smart with me now!”

“Well, I am gonna be smart with you if you waltz in here accusing me of something you begged me to do.”

Your pale cheeks turn bright red. You look like you’re trying to find the right answer when you decide to go with, “Oh, fuck off!” and walk into my living room.

“What’s your fucking problem?”

“My problem is that I just got my husband’s fertility results back!” Your voice booms through the room, bouncing off the walls. “And he’s infertile!” Our eyes lock for a long moment. A part in me wants to laugh out loud, but I guess this is not the time… You left me because you wanted to have kids…for a man who can’t give you any. Can’t get better than this. Losing my composure for a moment, I cannot help the smirk that threatens to spread across my lips. I turn away to hide it.

“Fuck you. I mean it. Fucking fuck you!” I still don’t understand why you’re mad at me when your husband is the one who can’t give you what you want.

With a dark laugh, I say, “you made your bed, now you lie in it.”

For the longest moment, you just stare at me. You look like you’re ready to explode. Finally, you break the sizzling silence with: “I am pregnant.”

Those three words take longer than they should to register in my brain. “What?”

“I told him two days ago, but I just got his results back today.” You can't be for real. “There’s no way he’s the father. No way. It has to be yours.”

My eyes widen at the thought. “Hold on. You’re pregnant with my child and told him it’s his? Are you sure it’s mine?”

I watch you walk in circles, your heels clicking across my hardwood floors. “Yes… I’m four weeks pregnant…I haven’t had sex with him the week I was here because I’d been so mad about it all.”

Now I really cannot help but laugh. In disbelief that is. “What are you gonna do?” Surely you can’t keep it. Your eyes meet mine in an intense connection.

“I’ll have it.”

“Are you serious?” I don’t blink for far too long. All I did during our relationship was try to dodge that bullet. You were on the pill, always. And then I fuck you unprotected once and your body decides to latch onto that load because your husband can’t give you swimmers to knock you up?

“I’m gonna have this baby. Your baby.” I get goosebumps when you step toward me, head tilting back to look me right in the eye. Fuck. “You don’t want to be involved? Don’t want to pay those bills? Fine. So when I need another one, you’ll do it again…and again….and again. You’ll give me a big, fucking family that he’ll provide for.” I close my eyes and breathe in a slow breath. “That’s the prize you pay for fucking a married woman without a condom. And if you tell him, you’ll pay for every single one of those kids.”

Fucking hell…

I look down at you, then glance at your belly. You’ll grow big and round because you’re so goddamn small… “Do we have a deal, then?” you whisper, suddenly not so mad anymore but…dark and calculated. I wonder if you just came up with this plan or if it had been on your mind all along.

“Okay. Yeah. We have a deal.”