Roadside Surprise

Hi, if you think this work is familiar you might have already read this on AO3 or Tumblr under a different pen name. I use Drew Harrison, Bump-O-Lantern, and Moondjarin for my fan fiction work and kink space stories.

Very graphic and sexual birth. MDNI. 18+.

This is pure filth with very little plot--if there's even a plot at all. LMAO. Not beta'ed, we die like men here.

This story is for a very specific kink space. If this isn't your thing, move along, please. Thank you.

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The air inside the car felt stifling as Max's foot pressed down on the accelerator, the tension between him and Poppy thick and overwhelming. It wasn't just the anxiety of the impending birth—it was the way the city around them seemed to grind to a halt, as if the world had chosen this exact moment to throw them into a slow, unrelenting standstill.

Poppy, in the passenger seat of the luxury sedan was not in the mood to appreciate the car's smooth ride or plush leather seats. Her designer maternity dress clung to her swollen belly, the deep emerald fabric stretching as her body tensed under another contraction. She panted, her hands gripping the armrest and the edge of the seat, her face flushed with frustration and pain.

"Max, faster," she hissed through clenched teeth, her voice sharp, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the dashboard. "We are not going to make it if you don't get me off this damn road."

"I'm trying, sweetheart," Max muttered, his own panic barely contained. He swerved around a slow-moving car, but the street ahead was clogged, the lights turning red in frustrating succession. He could feel the sweat trickling down his back, soaking the collar of his shirt as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

"You're trying?" Poppy's tone was biting, her breath coming in shallow bursts. "Try harder, Max! You—oh God—these fucking contractions... it's coming too fast!" Her hand shot to her belly, her nails digging into the fabric of her dress as another wave of pain hit her. "I'm not having this baby in your car!"

Max's pulse quickened as he glanced at her, then back at the nearly motionless line of cars ahead. The sun was sinking low in the sky, casting long shadows across the road, the last traces of light glinting off the chrome of nearby vehicles. It was almost dusk, and the city's usual hum was replaced by a strangely eerie quiet, broken only by the soft growl of engines and the occasional honk. But the traffic wasn't moving.

"Just hang on, sweetheart..." he stammered, panic rising in his chest as he scanned the road for any way out. The hospital was still miles away, and her contractions were coming too close together now. "We need to get off this road."

"Then do it!" she snapped, her breath ragged. "Goddammit, Max, I don't need you to tell me what I already know. I need you to move!"

Max's eyes darted to the side streets, his mind racing. An empty side road appeared just ahead, a narrow street that cut through the quieter, less populated part of the city. It wasn't ideal, but it was their only option.

Without hesitation, he yanked the wheel, veering off the main road and onto the narrow lane. The Mercedes bumped slightly as it hit the uneven pavement, but the road was blissfully empty. Not a car in sight, just the long stretch of asphalt leading out toward the more isolated parts of town.

"Thank God," Poppy groaned, her head falling back against the seat as she struggled to catch her breath between contractions. "Finally... some fucking space. Max—" she gasped, her voice trembling as she gripped her belly again, "I don't think we have much time. It's coming too fast."