Pressure

Beep beep beep

Choerry checks the thermometer and calls out from bed.

"Oppa?"

"Yeah?"

"My temperature went up."

"And you sure it's not a fever?" You sit by Choerry, feeling her forehead.

"No silly." She pulls your hand from her forehead to her tummy. "The heat's here."

There it is, Choerry's not so subtle pressure for you to put a baby in her. Every month she checks her temperature, and she knows exactly when to turn the heat up on you, so to speak. She's doing it right now, her shorts and top barely hanging on to her, so loose you could yank it off her if you're not careful, which is exactly what she wants. You don't help your own case either, allowing her to pull you into bed easily.

"You know... It is my birthday this weekend."

"I know, and we have a birthday dinner for two booked at that very fancy restaurant you've always wanted to go to." You pull her in for a kiss and Choerry swings a leg across you, but you push it off gently. "It wouldn't do to be late."

"Mmmm we can just cancel can't we? I'd rather be late for something else." Even when playful Choerry exerts pressure.

"No, it's fully prepaid, and let me tell you it is not cheap."

"Fine... But I'm going to want a present for dessert."

Once she's out of bed Choerry is back to her cheerful sunny self, and she is an absolute joy to be around for the dinner, happily celebrating and smiling at the staff, thanking them graciously for the good food and service as the two of you left.

"Oppa, I think I'm drunk..." Choerry sighs as the two of you return, dropping her handbag on the table. The pressure campaign begins anew.

"You had one glass of wine."

"Regardless..." Choerry sighs theaterically again, letting a strap slip off her dress. The passive pressure, specifically the fact that Choerry looks delicious at all hours, begins to weigh on you, especially with the glass of wine you also had. "Can you take me to bed oppa?"

You carry Choerry to the bedroom, and as soon as you put her down on the bed she wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you over her.

"Choerry wants her dessert."

"Do you want it that badly?"

"Don't you?" Choerry shrugs her arm out of the other strap, finger playfully pulling her dress down just a little, as if pressuring you to rip it further down. "It's my birthday, don't you want to celebrate another one nine months from now?"

"I wouldn't mind celebrating another one this year." You pause. "Well, other than my own." Choerry can't help but giggle.

"Don't think too much oppa." She pouts cutely above, even as her hands being to pull down your shorts below. "Choerry's going to be upset if you don't give her her dessert."

Minutes later it's Choerry's turn to feel the pressure, and it is wonderful, the pressure of your body pressing on top of her, and of your cock pressing against her womb. You're shoved deep inside her, making her feel utterly filled as you stretch her to the point of whimpering. You grind your tip against her entrance, and Choerry groans, huffing as if bearing the pressure directly.

"Is this where you want your dessert?"

"Yes, oh god you're so deep inside me, I love that you get so deep, so thick and long and raw— Ah!" Choerry in bed is as sexy and filthy as Choerry is happy and joyful out of it. You hug her tighter, feeling her stiff nipples rub against your chest, her legs wrapping around your hips urging you to move. Her dress is still bunched around her soon-to-be swelling midriff—Choerry's so needy she couldn't even get naked to be bred.

"So tight Choerry!" She's clenching around you hard, but the pressure hasn't built to it's highest point yet, to when Choerry loses control and starts making your mind melt with how she hard she milks you. But she's not far off, and maybe because she's fertile but it feels even better thrusting into her hot wetness. "I don't think I can pull out."

That does it for Choerry, juicy thighs squeezing against your sides—she's begging you not to pull out, urging you to blast her tight little belly full of cum until she feels the pressure of it pushing outwards from her tummy. Every thrust pushes against her cervix, as if to pressure her womb to get bred, and Choerry withstands it for now, holding back as she feels you throb and swell and—

"Oppa!" With a shriek it all breaks for Choerry, and her entire body tightens around you suffocatingly. Your mind turns to mush as her pussy milking your cock erratically sends the "breed" signal straight up your spine, and you unload your entire reserve of cum into Choerry, splattering her egg with all the pent up pressure you have—pressure from your parents, pressure from her parents, pressure from Choerry looking so breedable all the damn time, pressure from Choerry begging for it whenever she's fertile, and most importantly, pressure from yourself to let go and knock her up like everyone (yourself included) wants you to.

Your groan is a long drawn out rumble as ropes and ropes of cum leave you, draining you completely while you push and clench and thrust slowly, forcing every chance to knock Choerry up into her. Choerry's moaning hoarsely, as if her breathing's not quite right with how filled up she is, insides shoved out of place with how much pressure you just put into her.

"It's so good, so so good... Thank you for the birthday present oppa..." Choerry's in a bit of a daze, and you hug her tightly until she gently taps your shoulder, lightly pushing you off. You slip out of her, but to your surprise nothing's leaking out of her at all. You look up to see Choerry's focused face—she's flexing her muscles, trying to keep all of it in her!

"Nngh don't!" You spread her cum-filled pussy slightly, but Choerry still manages to keep it in. A little rub of her clit is her undoing however, as one pleasurable spasm later a veritable plug of thick seed surges out of her. "Nooo oppa!" She's back to her cute self.

"Sorry, I have your favorite cake in the fridge, but first..." You swipe a bit of the cum with your finger, and paint a line across Choerry's cheek. She pouts but sticks out her lips, and you give her a peck.

"Happy birthday love."