One Shots

Cricky (mpreg)

Inspired by @musiciansd
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He came up behind me in the kitchen and placed his hands on my hips, the rings decorating his long fingers digging into my shirtless body as he pulled me back towards him.

I smirked and bent down, pretending to look for something in one of the lower cabinets.

Chris tightened his grip on me, grinding down onto my protruding ass shamelessly. "What could you possibly need that's down there, baby?"

I snapped my eyes back open and stared at the contents of the shelf I had supposedly been looking at. The only thing we kept down here was the food for the animals. Animals that I had already yelled at Chris to feed this morning.

With a blush, I stood back up, and Chris pulled me flush against his chest.

"You know..." He trailed teasing little kisses across my neck and shoulder. "Your ass is tempting enough without you sticking it out for me."

I groaned and wrapped my arms back around him so that my hands could slip into the back pockets of his jeans. His bubble butt was his weakness.

He could talk all day about my ass, but we both know that his is bigger, jigglier, and more fun to play with.

"Mmm, babe." He let out a breathy sigh, continuing to kiss and bite on my sensitive flesh while I kneaded his cute cheeks.

I grinned like the Cheshire cat, and I felt his hands slip down into my sweats, sending little goosebumps all over my skin.

"Get up on the counter." His voice always got a little deeper when he was aroused, it's low growl was a definite turn on.

I obeyed, turning around so that I could sit on the granite and face my lover. The added height from my current position put my ass level with his hard on.

He didn't waste time stripping off my pants and his own, ignoring his shirt in pursuit of our sexual gratification.

I giggled, tangling my fingers in his hair as I pulled him in for a kiss.

Chris moaned into my mouth, his tongue caressing mine in rhythm with with roll of his hips as he rubbed his erection against my own hard cock and balls.

I bit his bottom lip and pulled away to reach for something we could use as lube.

Olive oil happened to be within my grasp.

I poured a little on my hands and slowly stroked Chris from base to tip. My hands squeezed him teasingly, and he let out a little grunt before going back to kissing me.

He moved my hands so that he could line himself up, and I immediately reattached them to his cute butt.

The first thrust was drawn out, letting me feel every inch of him as he slid into my hole. Every nerve I had was fried. I turned into a moaning mess in his arms, tearing his shirt off in frustration to get more contact with his bare skin.

"Fuck." He attached our lips when he bottomed out, and we stayed connected for a moment while we made out.

I hiked a leg up around his hips, and he took that as a cue to move.

He pulled me to the very edge of the counter and pressed my back down onto the cold granite, plowing into me like an animal in heat.

I was his little ragdoll, moaning and clenching around him while he used all of his strength to fuck me.

The friction against my walls was euphoric. My eyes rolled back into my head just before he finished inside of me.

"I don't think it would be fair if only one of us walks with a wobble today." He whispered before kissing my ear, pulling out of me just as slowly as he had entered, his toned stomach sensually rolling over my hard member.

I looked into his eyes and tried to catch my breath. "I won't last long."

Chris chuckled and picked me up, carrying me to the couch, where he straddled my waist with a smirk. "You know the ending is my favorite part."

I squeezed his cheeks, letting out a long moan as I felt his warmth sink down onto me.

"Cum slut." He hummed, riding me slow to savor every inch.

"You love it."

Even at such an excruciating pace, I came in a matter of minutes. Chris grinned and fell to the side so that we could snuggle.

"I love you." I smiled and kissed his lips.

"I love you too, Chris."

•••

"Chris, open the door!" I yelled, banging my fist against the solid wood in a panic.

This was the third time I'd woken up with him locked in our bathroom, and I could swear I heard him crying.

I was starting to worry that he was doing something he shouldn't be.

I jiggled the door knob. "Chris, let me in!"

The sound of him sniffling broke my heart, but I was relieved to at least know he was breathing.

"Chris, if there's something that's been bothering you, you know you can talk to me about it." I tried speaking softer, not wanting to scare him into thinking that I was upset. "I want you to know that I'm always going to be here for you. Please, please don't do anything you'll regret."

There was a pause, and then the door swung open.

Chris looked like a wreck. He nearly collapse on me as soon as the door was out from in between us.

"Ricky, Ricky I don't know if I can do this." I rubbed his back, slowly sinking down with him so that we were sitting with our backs against the wall.

He buried his face in my neck. "Rick, I'm pregnant."

I let out a giant sigh of relief.

"Oh thank fuck!" I laughed just a little, happy that this wasn't what I had originally thought.

He pulled away and glared. "Richard, this is not a laughing matter!" He screeched, making me wince.

Looks like the hormones had already taken effect.

"Baby, calm down." I cupped his face in my hands, kissing away his tears. "We're adults, we're married, we both have jobs; having a baby won't be so tragic."

"Says the one who doesn't have to give birth."

I rolled my eyes. "Chris, think about it, we can be Dads. We have the chance to raise a little piece of the future. Isn't that kind of fucking cool?"

He took a moment, snuggling into my side while he pouted it out.

"I want ice cream for breakfast."

I chuckled and kissed his head. "Whatever you want, baby Mama." He groaned and wrapped his arms tighter around me.

"We should probably go to see a doctor." I nodded. "After you get me my fucking ice cream."