Hello There! So Uhh... How About We Try The Prompt/scenario Thing, Yeah? A FPreg Character Grinding On

Hello there! So uhh... how about we try the prompt/scenario thing, yeah? A FPreg character grinding on partner's thigh as relief during labor and yet complains about the head pressing low. No Canon characters, just something vanilla and sensual. Ty 👉👈

AHHH YESS!!!

I really hope you like it!!! I kinda got a bit carried away 😅 expected it to be like idk 500-1k words and it's almost 2k... So. Hope it's good!

(Also omg I totally started writing that other request for you and then shit happened irl and I forgot but I'm going to finish that ASAP! I just got on a roll with this one and couldn't stop lol.)

Word Count: 1,964

Characters Used: Faith (OC, afab she/her, bird-hybrid - but don't worry there's no mention of eggs or anything besides a live human birth lol) & Jett (OC, amab he/him, human)

WARNINGS: Fpreg labor & birth, thigh grinding, orgasmic birth, some very very light birth denial but idk if you could even call it that, lots of praising and some bits of dirty talk, brief mention of breastfeeding at the end. Clit-rubbing while crowning and some nipple play. Overall very sensual and loving, though might be a tad bit more on the kinky side during some parts with some dom/sub elements.

If it weren't already obvious this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.

If you are an adult and into this stuff then please enjoy 😏

A frustrated whine left Faith's parted lips as she clutched the back of her boyfriend's shirt tight and reluctantly stopped moving her hips against him as the muscles around her midsection, all the way down into her thighs tensed and cramped up.

"Breathe, Fai," Jett urged when he felt her holding her breath against the pain and discomfort. "'Nd keep those hips moving, yeah? It'll help."

"Nnngh," Faith moaned, pressing her forehead against Jett's shoulder and spreading her thighs further apart so that the sensitive flesh between her legs was resting more firmly against his thigh. That was about all she could do, though, paralyzed by the ever-increasing pain of the contractions.

"Good girl," Jett praised, one hand rubbing firm circles against her lower back while the other carded through one of her trembling wings, hitting all the spots that he knew usually drove her wild when they were in bed together.

"Ah!" Faith gasped when Jett rocked his leg up, the friction causing sparks of pleasure to go through her veins and mix with the pain in an almost addicting way. "Jett," she whined, hips starting to move again as the contraction faded. She was barely even aware of how desperately she was grinding against him, chasing the orgasm she could feel slowly building within her.

"That's it, pretty-girl," he rumbled against her ear, "Do what you need to - want you to feel good when you're having my baby." Jett's hands moved to grip Faith's hips then, guiding her to a more steady pace when her movements started to go erratic. "Shh, babygirl, you're okay," he purred when she sobbed against him, absolutely aching to cum. "Ya wouldn't cum like that, though, sweetie. You're too tense - lemme help, yeah?"

Faith nodded against his shoulder, alternating between clawing down his back and just holding tight onto his shirt as she followed the rhythm he set for her.

"There you go. Just focus on how good it feels, grinding your pretty little cunt on me. Don't fight it - don't fight me, got it? Let yourself go, sweetheart," Jett instructed, letting out a warm chuckle when he felt her go all but limp against him. Her protruding stomach pressed against his abdomen and brushing against his erection with every movement.

It was rather distracting and Jett couldn't help the low moan he let out when he felt her tremble against him.

It wasn't long before she was tensing again - this time in pleasure - and crying out as her orgasm washed over her. A gush of fluid soaked Jett's sweatpants and the part of the couch they were sitting on, even dripping down onto the floor. It was way too much to just be Faith squirting which meant...

"Shit - did your water just break?"

"Mhm," Faith whimpered, still riding out her orgasm even as another contraction started.

"Oh," Jett mumbled, sucking in a sharp breath when he felt Faith bite against his shoulder, cock twitching against her tightening stomach. "Keep goin', sweet girl," he urged, his own voice trembling a little with an equal mix of arousal and anxiety.

"B-but... ah... p-pressure," Faith managed to choke out, suddenly able to feel the full force of the baby's head against her cervix. It was low and the pressure was so much more intense without the amniotic sac acting as a cushion.

"I know, pretty bird, I know," Jett soothed, no longer guiding Faith's movements but just letting her rock her hips however she needed to.

She didn't even realize she was doing it and for a completely different reason this time. Sparks of pleasure still trailed up her spine, arousal still heavily present all through her body, but the real reason she was moving her hips was in an attempt to ease that sudden pressure.

"Jett," Faith groaned as the contraction ended but the pressure stayed.

"Talk to me, doll. What's happening?" Jett said, letting one of his hands wander back to her wings and wishing he could get to her chest because fuck, the sort of noises she made lately when he played with her sore and swollen breasts were fucking music.

It wasn't about him and his wants, though, no matter how hard he was. It was about her and he wasn't about to be so selfish.

"It's - th-the baby, I can feel the head," Faith panted. "'S so low," she moaned, whole body trembling as her clit rubbed just so against the soaked fabric of his sweats.

"Oh God," Jett whined, cock twitching harder against her belly. "Means it'll be over soon," he rasped, not sure how much longer he'd be able to control himself because his erection was starting to hurt.

It was just so fucking hot, having his girl squirming in his lap about to give birth, grinding against him like she was in heat, desperate for more relief even after she's already cum.

Jett gripped her hips again, pressing her down hard against his thigh while he rocked his leg up at the same time. Faith's whole body shook, tensing for a moment before going limp against him again with a shuddering sob. "Was that good or bad, doll?" Jett asked, though he didn't get a verbal answer in response.

The way she was nodding her head and grinding her hips down hard got the point across, though.

"Lemme know when you gotta push, kay? Till then you can stay like this if it helps," Jett told her, his own voice shaky as his cock throbbed and pulsed where it was trapped inside his wet sweats, pinned underneath the weight of her big stomach.

"K-Kay," Faith squeaked out, rocking her hips slow but firm against him. She couldn't help the way her green eyes rolled when he grabbed a handful of feathers in a much rougher way than he has during the whole of her labor - more like how he does right as he's about to cum, buried deep inside of her.

That's when she realized that it was his cock straining against her belly and the thought that he was so turned on damn near made her fall over the edge again.

The only thing that stopped it was the pain of another contraction.

Soon, though, the pain was overshadowed by the pressure as it worsened.

Pressing down against Jett gave her minimal relief and she found herself bearing down against the pressure without even realizing it. A series of little grunts left her mouth as she pushed, feeling as the baby's head traveled down towards her entrance.

With how hazy her brain was with the mix of discomfort, pain, and pleasure, though, she didn't think to stop grinding against Jett even as her pussy started to bulge and burn until the contraction ended and the head slid back - unable to go anywhere else.

It was the feeling of Faith straining against him and realization that she was pushing that tipped Jett over the edge, though, letting out a low groan as he added to the wet mess of his sweats.

"Hey - Faith - babe," Jett mumbled breathlessly as the reality of the situation washed over him like a bucket of ice water. "You gotta - Fuck - just let up a bit, yeah? Let the baby come now."

"Okay," Faith whimpered, groaning low and rough as she lifted her hips away from Jett. The sudden lack of counter pressure made her well aware of just how heavy the baby was.

Even though she wasn't having a contraction, Faith couldn't stop herself from pushing against the increased pressure, muffling a scream against Jett's shoulder when she felt that burning sensation again only worse.

Instinctively, Faith tried to press her hips back down to ease that pain and pressure but was stopped by a pair of strong hands on her hips. "Shh, doll, I know, I know. You can't, though, babygirl, you gotta let our baby come," Jett tried to soothe as she sobbed and struggled against him. "Here - If you can turn around I'll be able to play with that cute lil clit of yours."

"F-Fine," Faith huffed, letting Jett help her turn in his lap so she had her back against his chest, her own legs kept spread with his thighs and his hands instantly wandering.

One went to her chest, gently fondling a sore milk-filled breast as his other hand slid over her hip and down until he was cupping her bulging pussy. The very top of the baby's head forcing her inner lips to part. Jett gently traced around the head with his pointer finger, feeling Faith tremble against him, her wings giving a weak little flap at all the sensation.

"I - Jett - I gotta push," Faith whined, squirming against him and fruitlessly trying to close her legs or do something to protect against the increasing burn she felt.

Jett kept her legs spread, though, letting his thumb rub against her clit while the rest of his hand cupped her pussy as the baby's head slowly forced its way out.

"Be a good girl and push, then, my pretty birdie," Jett purred, kissing her neck as she threw her head back against his shoulder with a loud cry as her stomach tightened.

Gently, Jett provided some counter pressure to make sure the baby didn't crown too quickly - he didn't want her to tear, after all - while he rubbed her clit and gently pinched at one of her nipples.

"There's my good girl," Jett praised even as she squirmed against him, hot tears rolling down her cheeks and wings flapping harder as the baby came to a full crown. "Such a good little birdie. You're doing amazing, doll. My sweet girl, having my baby for me, yeah, you're doing such a good job," Jett cooed.

"Ngh, h-hurts," Faith grunted, the muscles in her thighs jumping and twitching as she tried to close them again only for Jett to stop her from doing so. "I - Jett - No! I-It's - it's goin' back - no, no, no."

Sure enough, Jett could feel the baby's head slide back in just a little bit as she stopped bearing down, not quite at a full crown anymore. "Hey, shh, it's okay, sweetheart. Just let it - don't fight. It's better to let it come slow, kay? Means you won't tear as easy. Just focus on my hands," Jett told her, rubbing his thumb harder against her sensitive clit.

Faith couldn't do anything besides just whine and moan, torn between pleasure and intense discomfort until another contraction came.

This time, the baby's head didn't slip back at all as she stopped pushing. Spreading her open to her limits and making her shake and sob and struggle even more against Jett.

It took a lot of coaxing and cooing for Jett to get her to take a few deep breaths and stop fighting, talking to her the whole time. The feeling of his hands on her barely even took the edge off anymore, but at least it was something else for Faith to focus on and think about.

And he kept it up, only stopping to make sure there wasn't a cord wrapped around the baby's neck after she managed to get the head out, and then right before the second shoulder came out.

Jett caught the baby easily, instantly bringing it up to lay it - her - against Faith's chest as the bird-hybrid slumped against him.

As soon as she managed to get her arms to work enough to cradle the crying newborn, Jett grabbed one of the soft towels they had next to them to wrap the baby in.

While Faith was nursing their daughter for the first time, Jett couldn't help but press a kiss right behind Faith's ear and mumble;

"So when're ya gonna lemme knock you up again, huh?"

Hey, if you're anti abortion just a friendly reminder to go fuck yourself and unfollow me

ok but the idea of being showered with praise while giving birth is so fucking hot

just your partner cooing all soft and loving at you things like; you're doing so good, and, that's my good boy/girl/pet/slut/etc., and keep pushing just like that, yes, you're doing so good for me.

ughhhhhhh i can't get enough of it