In this series, the male main character is not aware that the female main character is not on birth control. Even if she says she is. Let the baby trapping begin.

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“Mmmm, this is nice,” you say as I hand you a glass of red wine. You’re sitting on the balcony, enjoying the last sun rays of the day. I join you at the little table, put down my glass, and then take out my pack of cigarettes and my lighter. You sip your wine and watch me light up.

“Since when did you start smoking again?” you ask me softly when I take my first, long drag. I exhale the smoke to the side, away from you. 

“A while,” I reply and set the cigarette back at my lips to take another pull on it. I can feel your eyes on me even as I glance toward the houses on the other side of the street. “Only a pack a month though, so don’t worry.”

It’s past 9 already, but it’s still so bright outside. People are getting drinks downstairs at the bar, while a group of teenagers is meeting up at the park.

When I look back at you, I can see you smile. You rest the bottom of the glass on your thigh. I know you don’t like it when I smoke, for health reasons. On the other hand, though, I know you find it hot as hell. I remember when you told me that...

For a couple of minutes, we stay silent. I wonder what you’re thinking; I wonder if you’re thinking what I am thinking…

“So…” you suddenly break the silence. “I am back on birth control.” My eyes cut to yours. 

“You are?” I blurt, tapping the ashes of my cigarette into the little ashtray on the table. I vividly remember our conversation about birth control when you were with your ex. 

“Mhmm..” You take another sip of wine. “Wouldn’t want to risk it like last time, do we?”

Last time. Right. Suddenly the wine looks too good to pass up, so I take a drink from it. 

“Weird question,” I laugh nervously. “So you want to fuck…without a condom? Again?”

“Oh, I was just…thinking, in case we did, you know?”

I nod. Inhale smoke. Drink some wine. “But didn’t you say that you never wanted to take the pill again?” I ask you.

Plus, when your ex told you that he got a vasectomy, you’d never been more turned off. I am confused. Aren’t you doing the same thing by going on the pill? Our eyes are locked as I try to decipher your expression. But then you simply say, “I changed my mind.”

“Okay.” I guess that’s…good for me then.

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We talked until one in the morning. Until, suddenly and out of absolutely nowhere, rain started to pour from the sky. A summer storm in the middle of the night. 

Raindrops hammer against the windows as you quickly grab the blanket I handed you hours ago. I didn’t want you to get chilly. 

“Oh my Goodness,” you laugh as soon as I shut the glass door behind you. Thunder rumbles across the sky and lightning strikes. You wince at the loud crack in the clouds, lighting up the entire street. 

It’d been humid all day, so it’s not surprising… but neither of us saw it coming. We were so deep in conversation that the heavy clouds in the sky passed our attention. The long dress you are wearing is absolutely soaked from the few seconds you were still outside when the rain started to pour down. 

With my hand still on the door handle, I give you a slow once over. My heart is thumping heavily. I was ready to go to bed just minutes ago, but… seeing your nipples push through the soft, wet fabric, has me wide awake. 

You follow my line of gaze, look down, and then glance up into my eyes. 

“Oh…” 

Yeah…. oh. Even when we were both just friends, and in relationships, your tits were definitely something I thought about every now and then.

I let go of the handle. You drop the blanket you’re holding. Let’s… fuck.

More rain. More thunder. I take a step forward and brush my thumb over your protruding, right nipple. You shudder visibly from the contact. “You wanna…” you ask, suggestively. 

I nod in reply. Hell yeah. You take a couple of steps back toward the bed, gazing up at me.

“Tiny little female in heat…” you whisper, repeating what drives me wild whenever we have phone sex... It makes me moan and my cock throb. 

That’s exactly what you are. A tiny little female in heat. I watch you shimmy out of your panties before you sit on the bed and scoot back. I strip off my shirt. Nothing you haven’t seen before. 

Hitching up your dress, you open your thighs and let the fabric pool around your hips. Fuck, I love that. Don’t take it off… this won’t take long. 

“You wanna give me a baby?” you ask me sweetly. Our gaze connects again. I know you’re only saying it to drive me mad. You don't mean it. But neither my cock nor my brain cares. What you're doing and saying is sure as hell working. 

I squeeze my cock through my shorts, showing off its heft through the layers of fabric. “Oh my God…” you whimper as you watch me. “You’ll be such a good baby Daddy… big and strong and fit…” 

Your words do my head in. And you know it. I pull down my shorts and briefs. Naked, with a thick and swinging dick and full balls, I get on the bed on top of you. No condom means no protection in my mind. Best of both worlds… I can breed you now without worrying about the consequences. Hell yeah. 

You lie back; your chest rises and falls heavily as I move into position on top of you. “I missed having your big, fat dick inside of me,” you whine. My eyes close; my brain is going offline. I bring my fingers to your pussy only to realize that you’re goddamn soaked… 

“I’m so wet,” you whimper up at me, touching my arms, my shoulders. “I’m ovulating, baby… please just put it in.” 

I’m more than happy to make your wish come true.

You adjust the angle of your hips just as another thunder rolls above our heads. I line us up. Eyes on you. And push in. Your lips part, and your brow furrows. A loud breath escapes your lips before you let your head tilt back, nails digging into my arms. 

“Oh God!”

That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To put it in. 

Shuddering, you moan, “Oh fuck, it’s…it’s…” you laugh softly, eyes closing, “much thicker than I remember.”

I begin to pump in and out of you in long, slow strokes. Your pussy clenches around my shaft. Creamy, silky soft, and burning hot. Knees lift up. I place my hands next to your head and look down between us. Halfway in… halfway out. Your pussy lips are stretched around my girth, trying to take me in fully. I lower my weight onto you so I can push in deeper. It makes you yelp as soon as I press past that tight resistance inside your pussy. 

You moan my name. It’s all I can hear. All that thunder and rain blurs into the background. “I want a baby so bad, please… please give me a baby…” you mumble, legs open and pulled into a mating press position. Your words shut off every single neuron in my brain. This is all I’ve wanted for so long. Breeding, procreating… I'm so desperate for it that I know this will be embarrassingly quick.

I begin to go faster. Your nails dig into my shoulders when I lie down on top of you and stuff your pussy full of my dick. A loud yelp echoes through the room. “Oh God, yes, breach my chamber, fuck, please—“ 

That little cum chamber shouldn’t even be able to be penetrated, especially not when you’re on the pill, but what do I know? 

I keep thrusting and hit that little seal over and over again. So soft and tight. With every thrust, I feel it give way more. 

You moan my name again. Arch your back, holding on to me. 

“Breach it, please. Make me a mommy!” Right that second, your little seal spreads and lets me pop in. I grunt low against your neck, pushing in as deep as possible. I can feel you puff out breaths, trying to control the pleasure-pain from being spread open. 

Oh God. Holy shit. 

I can feel your chamber quiver and your pussy clench tightly around my shaft, milking my cock relentlessly. 

I bury my face in your neck and start to fuck in and out of your chamber. Hard and fast. That little seal can't stop me, painfully spread open. “I know… I know…” I moan against your ear as you sob. It’s too much for your tiny little pussy. But I need this. I grab the side of your waist, scrunching up the fabric in my grip.

“I’m—I’m coming!” you cry out, pussy clamping down. It sends me right over the edge with you. Several thick streaks of hot, thick come shoot inside your chamber, filling you up with my swimmers. 

“Make… me… a… mommy…” you whimper, then giggle. 

Fucking Hell. I see stars as you twitch and moan underneath me. Everything sounds like it’s underwater. I roll my hips forward one more time, pressing my balls right against your wet folds. 

“Oh…” you sob. “Thank you…” A blissful smile appears on your face. I look at you as I catch my breath and pull my cock out of your chamber. It seals shut immediately. “I’m gonna make your baby now…” you hum, all content. 

I breathe in deeply to calm my racing heart. My brain is slowly coming back online. You really are on birth control, right?

—

It's barely 7 AM when I wake up and realize you aren't next to me. Instead, you're sitting in the little breakfast nook in the kitchen, sipping on some tea. "Oh, hey, good morning..." you say as I step in. You're wearing one of my shirts. It looks like a dress on you.

I rub the back of my neck, yawn, and then slide my fingers through my hair. I need a haircut.

"Hm. Hey," I mumble. Stretch. I can feel your eyes on me. When I got out of bed, I quickly pulled on a pair of black boxer briefs. I'm still half asleep... "What are you doing?" I mumble again, grab a glass from the top cabinet, and fill it up with water in the sink. 

"Oh, I couldn't sleep. Don't worry, you go back to bed."

I frown as I gulp down my water. "Did I snore?"

You laugh and shake your head. "You don't snore."

"Good," I reply, then yawn once more. I stretch my arms up, sighing. I am still really tired. In an effort to wake up, I fill up my glass again and then rest against the side of the counter. You're sitting at the window, one leg angled, foot on the chair, your fingers resting around your cup of tea. 

"You look good..." you say softly. I wipe my lips with the back of my hand and then lock my eyes with yours.

"Do I now?"

"Yes..." you reply with a shy grin. "You look like the perfect baby daddy..." 

Closing my eyes, I moan at what you say. You really know how to push my buttons. "Then why don't you come back to bed and make me a daddy again..." I tease and grin. When you don't reply, I move in to pick you off the chair. 

You laugh in disbelief. "What are you doing!"

"I'm making you a mommy..." I say as I wrap my arms around you and lift you up against me. A high-pitched yelp escapes your lips. You clutch to me as I carry you out of the kitchen and back into the bedroom... Let’s make another baby.