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austinbutlerslovers · 3 months ago

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Laced in Love

Label Mature 18+

Summary It’s Valentines Day and though you feel insecure Austin spoils you beyond compare.

💝 Romantic Smut💝 Austin in love with you • Austin romantic • Austin sweet • Austin adoring •praising• encouraging •body worship •insecure reader • heavy set reader• curvy reader • body shy reader • sweet talk • pillow talk •morning sex• oral on fem• date night•dirty talk •lap sitting• girl on top• body praising•switching positions• mating press•squirting •multiple orgasms •creampies •aftercare

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Laced in Love

The first thing you feel when you wake up is his warmth.

The sunlight streams through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bed with Austin’s body pressed close, his arm draped over your waist, his breath slow and steady against the back of your neck.

He always holds you like this in the mornings, like he can’t stand to let you go.

You sigh, stretching slightly, and his grip tightens.

“Mm-m,” he murmurs sleepily his lips brushing against your neck. “Not yet, baby.” His voice is rough, heavy with sleep and something deeper.

You smile. “Austin, it’s morning.”

His arm flexes around you, pulling you closer, burying his face against your hair.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” he murmurs, his voice still drowsy but laced with intent. “That means more cuddling.”he confirms his tone sending a surge of warmth coursing through your belly.

You smile softly, turning to face him and his hair is a perfect mess, sandy blonde strands falling over his forehead, his blue eyes filled with love as he gazes at you—like you’re always the first thing he wants to see every morning.

He grins, tilting his head slightly. “How do you wake up looking like that?” He asks.

You snort. “Like what?”

His fingers brush along your hair as he leans in, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Like the best part of my morning.”

“Austin..” you grin, eyes fluttering shut as his lips trail along your jaw, down your neck, pressing soft kisses against your shoulder.

“I gotta feed you,” he murmurs between kisses, his voice slipping lower. “Then spoil you.” His fingers skim your arm before slipping under your pajama strap, easing it down over your shoulder. “Then treat you to something that’s gonna make me lose my mind.”

“Austin—” you giggle, heat blooming across your cheeks.

He grins against your skin, his lips grazing, teasing. “I have a plan for today.”

You smile, trying to keep your thoughts steady despite the way he’s touching you. “I bet you do.”

His arms tighten around you, pulling you flush against his chest.

“I do,” he murmurs, his voice dark and sweet like honey. “Step one is keeping you in this bed as long as I can.”

He kisses your neck—slow, deep, his fingers slipping lower, completely unhurried—his lips trailing down your body, savoring every inch.

The silk of your cami does little to dull the heat of his mouth as he kisses lower, his hand gliding over your throat, tracing the delicate lines of your collarbone before sliding down over the swell of your breast. His fingers drag over the fabric, squeezing gently before sliding lower, curving around your waist.

His hands follow the path of his mouth, worshiping each dip, each curve, his breath heating through the delicate fabric.

He pauses at the edge of your panties, his nose brushing against your hip, his mouth lingering just above where you need him most.

His hands tighten, splaying over your thighs, spreading you open just enough, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver through you.

Then, his fingers hook into your panties, dragging them down inch by inch, his lips pressing slow, intimate kisses along your hips, your thighs, the sensitive skin just below your navel.

He teases you, his kisses light, intentional, until your hips tilt seeking more.

Your thighs tense with anticipation as his face settles between them, the first press of his mouth against you warm and soft, the slow stroke of his tongue making your whole body go taut.

He presses his mouth in deeper, tongue rolling against you in slow, torturous, strokes.

A sharp gasp falls from your lips, your hips instinctively to his mouth.

Your fingers trail through his hair clutching his blond locks making him groans, his grip tightening on your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

His tongue presses deeper, flicking, teasing, relentless, until you’re gasping his name, your back arching off the bed.

Austin hums, enjoying it just as much as you are, like he could stay between your legs forever, tasting you, teasing you, feeling you come apart for him.

A rush of heat crashes over you, pleasure spiraling, unstoppable, uncontrollable as your body clenches tight, your thighs pressed against his head holding him in place as your orgasm overtakes you.

Austin intensifies his efforts—his mouth working you through it, his tongue and lips drawing out every last wave, making sure you feel every second of it until you’re trembling beneath him, gasping for breath..

Only when he’s sure you’re satisfied does he finally ease up, his lips slowing, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, lingering, worshiping.

His breath is hot against your skin as his hands stroke down your hips.

He presses one last kiss to your thigh, his mouth parting slightly, like he’s reluctant to pull away.

“So perfect baby,” he whispers, his voice husky and filled with desire.

His fingers glide over your slick heat, circling, stroking, making you squirm beneath him, soft little whimpers falling from your lips.

He watches you, his eyes dark, completely transfixed by the way your body reacts—the way you tremble, the way your breath hitches as he drags his fingers through your wetness, spreading it, feeling just how ready you are for him.

“You feel so soft, so warm—” His breath stutters as he strokes deeper, his touch slow, savoring.

His other hand roams up your thigh, squeezing, gripping the plush curves he adores, his touch reverent, worshiping every inch.

“The way you feel on my fingers—” he exhales shakily, voice heavy with lust, “The way you feel on me….baby I could do this forever.”

His fingers keep stroking, teasing, dragging you higher, his own breaths turning erratic as he watches your body react to him.

“I just want to be inside you,” he breathes, his words tumbling out unchecked. “Feel you wrapped around me while I grip these thighs holding tight as you take me—” he rasps, his voice rough with need.

You begin whimpering, desperate for more, and he finally slips his fingers from you.

“You’ll feel so good when I’m inside you baby,” he promises, his voice barely more than a whisper.

He settles on top of you, his weight pressing you down, his hips fitting perfectly between your thighs.

His mouth finds your neck again, hot and seeking, lips parting against your skin, sucking softly, teasing.

His cock presses against your entrance, sliding against your slick heat, feeling just how ready you are for him.

“You’re so wet for me…” he whispers, his voice ragged, his hands gripping your hips, holding you steady like he’s barely restraining himself.

Then—slowly he pushes his cock inside, stretching you open, filling you up, inch by inch, a low groan spilling from his throat as he sinks into you.

He’s thick and hard, the size overwhelming as your head falls back, a moan breaking free as you take him in, the pleasure intense and all-consuming.

“Baby—” he chokes out, his forehead dropping against your shoulder, “You feel… you feel so good.”he praises, your walls gripping his cock tight as he settles deep.

You’re lost to him, panting, moaning as you clutch his arms, holding him close.

His hips move slowly at first, savoring every inch, his cock drawing out every ounce of pleasure before pulling all the way back—only to thrust back in, deep, filling you completely.

A deep moan falls from your lips, your body reacting to him, your thighs tightening around his waist.

“Austin—” you whimper, your voice breaking, your nails pressing into his back as the pleasure courses through you, hot and all-consuming.

“Feels so good,” you moan, your head tipping back, your body melting into his, lost in the way he thrusts inside you.

Austin groans, his lips pressing against your neck, his breath ragged, his grip tightening like he’s barely holding himself together.

“Yeah, baby?” he mutters, his voice thick, his hips snapping just a little harder, a little deeper, and all you can do is moan, letting him pull you under.

He sets a steady rhythm, each thrust hitting harder, deeper as his pace increases. His cock drags in and out, his hips grinding between yours, pulling sounds from you that make him lose himself more.

Austin groans, his breath ragged, his fingers digging into soft your flesh as he holds you steady, thrusting himself into you.

Your walls tighten, clenching around his cock with every stroke, every deep, powerful thrust.

The moans that spill from your lips make him thrust harder, faster, his body reacting to yours, his cock hitting a place within that makes you see stars.

His breath is hot against your shoulder as he works harder, faster feeling himself reach the edge.

His grip tightens, hips slapping between your thighs, dragging his cock along your sensitive walls, making your body shake beneath him.

“Austin!” You moan, the pleasure crashing over you as your orgasm overtakes you, your walls pulsing around his cock, the sensation rushing through your core.

Austin groans roughly, his thrusts growing erratic, his breath ragged against your skin. “It’s so good——it’s so good—I’m gonna come,” he pants, his voice raw as his release builds.

His fingers grip you with bruising intensity, his body tensing as a groan rips from his lips and he spills into you, his hips slowly grinding against you, his body shuddering as the pleasure overtakes him.

His breaths come in fast and heavy as his face buries against your neck feeling the last waves of pleasure roll through both.

As you lay there, panting, satisfied , completely dazed, Austin’s hands stroke down your sides.

You sigh heavily, still caught in the haze of him, your fingers lazily tracing the muscles of his back as your breathing steadies.

He lifts his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, his voice soft.“I love you baby” he says full of emotion.

A soft smile tugs at your lips as his words settle in. “I love you too” you whisper, realizing this is how he started your day—and you love him for it even more.

Austin insists on making breakfast, which mostly means him cooking while sneaking glances at you every five seconds.

You sit at the kitchen counter, watching him move —shirtless, because of course he is—his broad shoulders flexing as he flips pancakes like he was born to do it.

“You’re so proud of yourself, aren’t you?” you tease, watching him plate the food.

Austin smirks, bringing over heart-shaped pancakes, stacked perfectly before stepping behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you sit at the counter.

His lips brush against your ear, his voice low and lazy. “I love taking care of my girl.” He confirms.

Your stomach flutters, and you grin as you lean into him. He stays pressed against you, his arms still locked around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder, watching as you take your first bite.

The heart shaped pancakes are fluffy, soft, syrupy, delicious.

“Mmm—Austin, it’s so good,” you praise, eyes fluttering shut for a second.

Austin exhales sharply, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Baby, you gotta stop making little noises like that when I already wanna drag you back to bed.”

Your face burns as you giggle. “Austin I’m eating pancakes!” you exclaim.

He groans, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I know—and you make it so sexy”

You grin, and the way he’s watching you—his eyes dark, full of something deep and knowing, like he’s never seen anything more mesmerizing— is enough to make your whole body warm.

“You really like watching me eat?” you tease, glancing at him over your shoulder.

Austin’s hand slides lower, fingers skimming your stomach, like he can’t help himself.

“I love watching you enjoy yourself,” he corrects, his voice rich with meaning. “And I love knowing I’m the one who gets to take care of you.”

Your smile softens, hearing the sincerity in his words and he kisses your shoulder again, content to hold you close as you finish your meal.

When you finally set your fork down, he doesn’t let you go.

His hands are firm as he helps you down and slowly presses you against the counter.

He holds you close, the warmth of his bare chest brushing against you, his scent—clean, masculine, and intoxicating—wrapping around you.

“I’m so in love with you.” He smiles, his blue eyes soft, filled with a tenderness that knocks the breath right out of your lungs, and then he kisses you—slow and deep, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer like he’s been waiting all morning to do it.

You melt into him, arms sliding up around his neck, letting him pull you deeper, letting yourself get lost in the way he holds you— the way he loves you.

You know he means it.

Every word. Every touch.

Every single piece of devotion that makes you feel so incredibly wanted.

The afternoon settles into a comfortable rhythm, Austin’s arm draped over your shoulders, his fingers idly tracing patterns along your arm, his touch featherlight yet constant.

A movie you both picked plays on the screen as you lay in the comfort of each other on the couch.

His warmth, his presence, the soft rise and fall of his chest against yours—it’s enough to lull you into a peaceful haze.

Then, suddenly, Austin shifts, checking the time on his phone. He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead before sitting up.

“I need to go pick up something,” he says, his blue eyes locking onto yours, holding something unreadable.

You blink up at him as he stands to stretch. “Where are you going?”

Austin smirks, leaning down to brush his lips against yours. “You’ll see.”

Before you can press him for more, he’s gone, leaving you wondering.

Not even a few moments later, he returns, and the second you see him, your breath catches.

Because in his hand is a beautiful bouquet full of lush, and impossibly red roses—vibrant and rich as if chosen with the utmost care.

You sit up surprised, a smile spreading across your face. “Austin…”

The scent reaches you first—the deep notes of rose and fresh greenery, the kind of fragrance that makes you want to close your eyes and breathe it in.

Austin just watches you, his expression softer now, more open as he extends them to you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day” he says as you take the bouquet from his hand, bringing the flowers closer, inhaling deeply.

“They’re so beautiful,” you praise, running a finger along a velvety petal.

Austin’s smiles. “Not as beautiful as you.”

You roll your eyes, grinning softly, but the warmth in your chest blooms even more.

Just when you think he’s done, he pulls a small, ribbon-wrapped confection box from behind his back in his other hand.

He smiles at you as he unties the ribbon, lifting the lid to reveal an assortment of chocolates, each one carefully placed in a delicate tray.

“Open for me,” he says, his voice low and smooth.

You part your lips slightly, and he picks up a chocolate, bringing it to your mouth, the scent of chocolate mixing with the floral fragrance still lingering in the air.

The moment you take a bite, the chocolate melts on your tongue, velvety smooth with the perfect balance of sweetness and a soft moan escapes before you can stop it.

Austin hums in response, his gaze locked on your lips as you savor the taste, his thumb brushing against your chin.

You smile, swallowing the last bite before tilting your head at him. “You really are trying to spoil me today, aren’t you?”

Austin smirks slow and teasing. “You say that like I don’t always spoil you.” He says his eyes locking on your lips.

“I deserve a taste,” he says, making you giggle as he presses soft kisses against your lips, lingering, savoring, as his hands keep you close his affection letting you know exactly how much you mean to him.

For dinner, Austin takes you to a restaurant by the ocean, and the ambiance is effortlessly romantic. The sea breeze drifts in through the open awnings as the setting sun casts everything in a warm glow.

The menu is decadent, and the sound of the waves in the distance makes everything feel intimate and effortless.

The table is set with wine glasses, the napkins folded perfectly, and when you raise a brow at Austin he just grins.

“You’re spoiling me,” you tease, but he just lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to it like some old-school gentleman.

“I love watching you let me.” He confirms as his thumb circles your wrist, slow and steady.

Your stomach flutters and it’s not just his words—it’s the way he says them, the certainty in his voice, like spoiling you isn’t just something he does, it’s something he always wants to do.

When your dishes arrive, Austin’s gaze lingers on you between bites.

The way your lips part just slightly when you take your first taste, the way your eyes soften when something is really good, the way you let out the faintest hum of approval when the flavors hit just right.

It’s clear he’s enjoying his meal, but not nearly as much as he’s enjoying watching you.

At the end of the meal, when you take a bite of dessert, your eyes flutter shut in pleasure.

“Mmm… Austin, it’s so good.” You praise.

Austin groans under his breath.

“Baby.”

You open your eyes, catching the heat in his gaze. “What?”

He shakes his head, watching you like he’s about to drag you out of the restaurant and straight to the nearest private space.

“Hearing you enjoy yourself like that that does something to me.” He confesses.

You grin tilting your head feigning innocence.“What does it do to you Austin?” you tease.

He hums as he grins, his voice dropping to something low and intimate.

“It reminds me of how much I want to hear those sounds later,” he confirms, and the way his eyes darken, the way his gaze pins you in place as he smiles—you know exactly what he means.

After dinner, Austin laces his fingers through yours, his grip warm and firm as he leads you away from the restaurant.

Noticing the evening chill, he shrugs off his jacket without hesitation, draping it over your shoulders.

The air outside is cooler now, the salty breeze from the ocean brushing over you as you walk together, the sound of distant waves blending with the hum of the city at night.

You glance at him, noticing the way his thumb strokes slow circles over the back of your hand, how he keeps glancing at you like he’s thinking about something.

Finally, he stops in front of a boutique, its windows glowing softly under the streetlights.

Mannequins draped in delicate silk and lace stand in the display, the atmosphere inside exuding luxury and sensuality.

Austin squeezes your hand, his smirk teasing but his eyes filled with something deeper.

“This is my final surprise for you tonight.”

Your stomach flips as you glance at the store, then back at him.

“Austin—”

His fingers tighten around yours, his voice low as he leans in, his lips brushing just below your ear.

“I want to see you in something that makes you feel sexy for me.” He says.

Your eyes flick away, cheeks warming with nervous anticipation and Austin guides you inside, his hand squeezing yours gently, like he already knows what you’re thinking.

The boutique is all soft lighting and sultry lingerie, racks lined with silk and lace in every shade of seduction.

You know your body well, every curve, every dip every soft line,but now, standing among the delicate mannequins draped in barely-there fabric, your certainty wavers.

Austin senses it immediately. His hand tightening around yours before he leans in, his voice low and steady.

“Don’t be nervous baby,” he soothes, his breath warm against your temple.

You huff, rolling your eyes. “That’s easy for you to say Austin everything looks good on you.”

“Everything looks good on you too,” He counters, his gaze slipping lower, appreciating every inch of you. “Especially when it’s on my floor.”

A soft giggle escapes you before you can stop it. “Austin.”you grin.

He smiles, clearly pleased with himself, then pulls you deeper into the store, past the sheer baby dolls and delicate teddies, right to a display of lace corsets and matching sets.

His blue eyes roam over the selection, as if he’s already imagining you wearing them.

“This one,” he says, pulling a deep wine-red corset from the rack.

“Baby, this would look—” He bites his lip, his free hand slipping down to squeeze your hip. “You have to try this set on.”

You swallow hard. “Austin I don’t know… It’s a lot.”

“I want to see it,” he says, voice dropping an octave.

You chew your lip, heart thudding. You want to believe him. You want to believe it will look good.

Sensing your hesitation, he steps closer, tilting your chin up so you meet his gaze. “If you don’t like it, we walk right out of here and go to Tiffany’s.” He smiles, his voice steady, reassuring, laced with something deeper.

“But if you like it…” he says, his fingers trailing down, grazing your stomach.

“Then I get to watch you realize how fucking gorgeous you are.” He says his eyes darkening, filled with certainty.

Your stomach flutters, your heart pounding in anticipation. He always does this—makes you feel wanted before you’ve even said yes.

“Fine,” you relent , grabbing the corset from his hands as you pair it with the set. “But if I come out looking ridiculous, you’re not allowed to laugh.”

Austins eyes darken as he grins. “Baby, the only thing I’m going to be doing is losing my mind when I see you in it.”

You smile sweetly, but as you close the door to the dressing room your nerves begin to rise.

The corset cinches you in ways that accentuate every single inch of softness as the lace panties cling to your hips.

You smooth your hands over your stomach, trying to decide if you feel sexy or just…exposed.

Then, before you can overthink it, Austin’s voice filters through the door.

“You gonna let me see?”

You gather up enough courage and slowly pull the door open.

Austin goes still.

His jaw tenses and then he exhales, long and slow.

“Fuck.”

You shift under his gaze. “Like good fuck or bad fuck?”

His hands are on you in seconds, sliding down your waist, gripping your hips, pressing into the flesh like he needs to feel every inch. “The kind that makes me forget how to breathe.” He says deeply.

You let out a laugh. “It’s a lot, right?”

“Not enough,” he rasps, eyes dragging over you. “Not even fucking close.”

He dips his head, lips grazing your shoulder. “Do you have any idea how fucking good you look? How crazy youre making me?” His fingers trail your hips, nails digging in slightly. “Baby, I want to take you home and ruin you in this.”

You grin as heat floods your skin. “Austin.” You chastise but there’s no meaning in it.

He grins against your neck. “Yeah?”

“I’m supposed to be deciding if I like it,” you gently remind him.

He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his expression softer now. “Do you like it?”he breaths.

You hesitate. Then, slowly, you turn to face the mirror.

You look at the way the corset lifts your breasts, the way the lace hugs your stomach, the way Austin’s hands look against your body—possessive, reverent, loving everything he’s touching.

You meet his gaze in the reflection.

“I think so.”

He grins, hands sliding lower. “Good. Because I was going to buy it anyway.”

Back at home, the energy between you is heavy with anticipation and Austin wastes no time as you step into the master bedroom.

He pulls his jacket off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as he brings you close, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s deep, unrestrained, full of need.

His excitement is undeniable, his hands gripping your waist, pressing you closer, as if he’s been holding himself back all night.

You break the kiss, breathless, your fingers curling around the boutique bag.

“Go sit on the bed,” you say, your voice steady but laced with something deeper. “Wait for me.”

“Okay baby,“ he says eagerly, a low smirk tugging at his lips as he squeezes your hip.

He follows your command, pulling off his shirt, kicking off his pants, and settling onto the bed.

His back rests against the headboard, abs flexing legs slightly spread, his arms resting at his sides as he places his hand in the bed.

He looks utterly perfect—strong, effortless, completely at ease, his blue eyes burning with something unrestrained as they rake over you closing the door.

In the bathroom your nerves rise again as you open the box, your fingers tracing over the delicate lace of the corset.

You love your body, but right now, standing in front of the mirror, it feels different.

The lingerie clings to every curves as you cinch it tight, accentuating all the dips and softness of your body that make you hesitate.

The voice of doubt creeps in—is it too much? too little? Does it flatter you, or does it only make you more aware of the parts of yourself you sometimes try to hide?

You exhale, smoothing your hands over the lace. Austin wanted this. He loved seeing you in this.

You inhale a deep breath, taking one last look in the mirror before stepping out.

The corset feels different now, your nerves are still there, but there’s a slight bit of confidence lingering at the edges as you reach the bed.

And Austin?

Austin is looking at you like he’s starving.

“You really gonna make me sit here and behave when you look like that ?” he asks, his voice low, his thumbs teasing the edge of his boxers, desperately needing something to touch.

You smile, shifting on your feet. “That depends,” you say, turning slowly, giving him the full view.

“Do you like it?”

He groans, his head falling back against the headboard for a second before his hands lift, reaching for you.

“Baby, come here.”

You do.

And the second you’re close enough, he pulls you onto his lap, his hands sliding down your sides, gripping your hips as his lips find your neck.

“You look so good,” he whispers between kisses. “You were worried this would be too much, and all I can think about is whether or not I should take it off you.”

You smile and his hands roam higher, fingers teasing over lace, his lips tracing a slow, burning path down your collarbone.

“Austin…”

He hums against your skin in bliss. “Yeah, baby?”

You swallow, nerves creeping back in. “I still feel… not so sure.” You exhale shakily the words trailing off.

Austin pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his smile soft, his hands firmly grasping your hips.

“That’s okay,” he whispers, his hands sliding down your thighs holding firm as his eyes lustfully wander you in lingerie.

“No matter what you feel—when I touch you, when I hold you, all I’m thinking about is how lucky I am that you’re mine.” He confesses his eyes filled with adoration as his gaze returns to yours.

Your heart stutters as his fingertips brush your jaw and he pulls you into a kiss—slow and deep, stealing the breath from your lungs as he pours every ounce of his worship into it.

You melt into him, letting his lips kiss away every last doubt.

His hand lower to your waist, thumbs brushing over the boning of the corset, tracing the delicate lace that hugs your curves.

“You know what drives me insane?” He says his voice low, thick with desire as his palms smooth over your thighs.

You swallow hard, your breath hitching as his lips graze your neck. “What?”

He presses a slow, lingering kiss just below your jaw. “How soft you feel in my hands.” He whispers placing another kiss, “How perfectly you fit against me.”he says his lips trailing down your neck.

You sigh, fingers clutching his shoulders, your body reacting before your mind can catch up.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he praises, his lips moving softer as his kisses explore the curve of your neck . “I could sit here all night, just touching you, worshipping you—”

His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer against him, pressing you down on the unbelievable hardness of his cock.

A whimper escapes before you can stop it and his grip tightens. “Say how much you want me.” He asks his voice low, reverent..

“I want you,” you say, your voice weak as you lose all rational thought. His hands slide up your thighs, his thumbs pressing into the plush softness, gripping like he needs to feel every inch of you.

“You like this?” he asks, rocking his hips up just enough to make you feel the hardness of his cock for you.

You nod, exhaling shakily.

“Tell me,” he demands, his voice dark.

“Yes I like this,” you whisper, your own hips shifting without thinking, chasing the pleasure.

His focus is entirely on you, his hands encouraging you to move, to grind down against him.

“Fuck” he exhales softly, hearing the little moans slipping past your lips.

His hands are everywhere—roaming, kneading, coaxing more sounds from you, making sure you feel every inch of his hardness beneath you.

Before you know it he’s guiding you up, his thumb sliding into the band of his boxers pulling them down as his large cock springs free.

You stare at how deep pink the shaft is, how prominentlyerect it is in his lap

His fingers slide your panties aside brushing against your slick heat, feeling how ready you are for him.

“Your so wet for me baby” he praises his voice tense with restraint.

Your breath catches as he strokes his cock, his eyes locked onto you dark and filled with hunger.

“Need to be inside you” he says voice barely above a whisper.

He pulls you down on him and a groan rumbles from his chest as the thick head of his cock nudges against your entrance.

Then, with one slow push, he sinks you down on his cock—stretching you open, filling you completely.

A sharp gasp tears from your lips, your body tensing for a brief moment before relaxing into the overwhelming sensation.

Your fingers clutch at his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin as pleasure rushes through you, rolling down your spine.

“Austin—” you whimper, your breath coming in short, uneven pants.

“I know baby” he breathes, his hands tightening on your waist, firm and possessive as his lips capture yours in a slow, deep kiss, swallowing every sound you make.

His tongue slides against yours, coaxing, matching the slow roll of your hips as you adjust to his size, feeling the way he fills you so perfectly.

A soft moan escapes you into his mouth as you move, your hips shifting instinctively, feeling him so deep in your core, every inch of him pressing you just right, the pleasure intensifying with every slow grind.

Austin groans against your mouth, his fingers flexing on your waist, his patience unraveling as his movements meet yours in perfect rhythm.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes, his forehead pressing to yours, “You feel so damn good.”

His words send a new wave of heat through you—your body completely lost in the way he touches you, the way he holds you— the way he makes you feel like the most wanted woman in the world.

His grip tightens, his lips brushing against your cheek as he begins to thrust into you holding you on his lap, his voice low, rough, almost incoherent.

“So fucking soft— your body was made for me” he whispers, his hands gripping your hips harder, guiding you, his voice breaking into ragged groans as he feels your walls start to flutter on his cock.

“Baby—you’re so close, aren’t you?” He pants, and you nod as soft moans fall from your lips .

“Your doing so good for me—I want to feel you come for me—wanna hear those sweet sounds—”he begs, his voice trailing off as he pulls you in rhythm with his thrusts.

His words push you over the edge, pleasure crashing through you like a tidal wave, your body seizing, a strangled cry ripping from your throat as you come, pulsing, clenching his cock so tightly he chokes out a deep moan.

He catches your mouth in a desperate, open-mouthed kiss, swallowing every broken sound you make as you moan in pleasure.

His hands grip under your thighs, and before you can process the movement, he easily takes you from straddling his lap to pinning you on the bed under him, his strength effortless, as he settles between your legs.

His cock never leaves you, staying buried deep as he grips the backs of your thighs, spreading you wide.

You’re flushed, panting, still trembling from your orgasm as he keeps thrusting, slow and deep.

Your moans turn soft, breathy, sweet, and Austin groans at the sound, his hips rolling into you with steady, deliberate thrusts, dragging more of those perfect noises from your lips.

“Tell me how good it feels,” he rasps, one hand keeping your leg up digging into your soft flesh, as the other finds your clit with maddening precision.

Every flick of his fingers, every slow, teasing stroke sends another ripple of pleasure through you, making you clench on his cock, your body trembling beneath him.

Words escape you as your fingers clutch at his arms to ground yourself before sliding lower, grazing over his abs feeling them tense beneath your touch with every firm thrust.

“So—so good,” you barely manage, your words breaking apart as another wave of pleasure begins building deep inside you.

Austin grunts, his pace shifting, grinding harder against you in perfect rhythm, hitting every sensitive spot until you’re gasping his name, clutching at his back.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans, his voice thick with pleasure. “Come for me again.”

Your moans are unending, your breaths uneven as he watches you unravel beneath him, completely undone.

“Austin” You moan, his name tumbling from your lips as the pleasure overtakes you again, your body tightening, gripping him, pulling him deeper as he thrusts through it.

Austin shudders, his grip tightening on the back of your thigh, holding you open for him as his fingers work your clit faster, harder—until the pleasure peaks into something unbearable.

Your body arches, trembling violently as a blissful torture washes over you, the pleasure so intense it pulls a strangled cry from your lips.

A deep, broken moan rips from Austin’s throat as he watches you come—your warm liquid streaming over his cock, coating him, soaking his skin as you moan beneath him.

“Fuck—” he chokes out, his rhythm faltering, his grip tightening on both your thighs holding them apart as he begins to come.

A sharp groan escapes his lips, his body locking against yours, his hips snapping forward one last time, burying himself deep as he spills into you.

His hands clutch your thighs as he grinds against you, his breaths ragged as depraved sounds leave his throat feeling the pleasure crash through him.

Once the intensity subsides, his grip on your thighs loosens as he lays on top of you, his chest rising and falling against yours as he catches his breath.

He pulls you impossibly close, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, holding you like he never wants to let go.

And for a long moment, you both stay together panting, trembling, completely lost in each other.

Then, finally, he lifts his head, his blue eyes heavy with satisfaction as a lazy smile stretches across his lips.

“Baby,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing a slow teasing circle over your corset.“I told you this was going to make me lose my mind.” He grins.

You smile softly, warmth flooding through you as he shifts, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then lower, his lips brushing over the delicate curve of your breast above the lace still clinging to your body.

“Seriously, baby,” he continues, his voice husky, “I need to see you in something like this again… soon.”

His blue eyes lock onto yours, the heat in them making your stomach flutter.

You roll your eyes, trying to play it off, but the way he looks at you makes it impossible to ignore just how sexy you feel for him.

Austin just grins, his eyes full of adoration as he leans in, kissing you again—slow, deep, and filled with the love and happiness he feels for you.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips, his voice soft but certain.

You smile, your fingers brushing through his hair as you gaze up at him.

“I love you too Austin,” you whisper full of warmth.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you smile, pressing a final kiss to his lips—slow and sweet, sealing the moment between you in love.

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klausysworld · 7 months ago

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OMG I NEED A FIC OF A THREESOME OF READER, KLAUS AND CAMI !! IM BEGGING😫😫 what the storyline or plot line is, is completely up to you💕

(Warning: Y/N is intoxicated but it is all consensual)

The One For Them

I felt a little intimidated, sat beside a very attractive man who's eyes had trailed my body almost a dozen times. Each time his alluring eyes met mine, I would turn my head away as quickly as possible, trying to shift my focus on anyone else.

Almost every time my eyes would drift to the bartender, Camille her name tag informed me. I would admire her hair and the way her blouse shifted to show a thin band of her soft skin before the top of her jeans hid the rest. However sometimes she would catch my gaze too and I'd go back to the man beside me.

It was stressful in the most exhilarating way, my nerves was on edge and tingling through my body.

I tapped anxiously on my glass, it had been empty for a small while now but I couldn't find the words to ask for anything more and I felt too self-conscious to get up and leave.

Eventually a glass was pushed in front of me but not by the bartender. The man had slid an amber liquid within my reach. "It'll take the edge of, sweetheart." He told me, a smirk on his lips right before the woman's voice cut in.

"Klaus, she's too young to be drinking anything that strong." Camille scolded and my mind absorbed his name into memory.

"Don't be ridiculous, love. You're old enough, aren't you sweetheart?" His voice was like a purr that crawled along my spine, spreading a strange warmth across my skin.

Hesitantly I glanced to Camille and gave a faint nod to which her expression softened from the previous annoyed look she held.

"You don't have to drink it, he's just trying to get you drunk-" She whispered and Klaus scoffed.

"I'm just helping her to loosen up, she's feeling all nervous." He argued and my eyes flickered between them, taking in their bickering and realising that they were definitely a couple.

That made me feel even more awkward. Without really thinking I pushed my stall out and got up only to have my forearm grabbed, his fingers wrapped around my wrist.

"Don't go running, sweetheart. I just want you to have a drink with me, with us. Don't you want a drink with us?" He mused, eyes looking up at me with an authoritative stare which made me sit back down.

"You're scaring her." Camille whispered in a sing song and I shifted a little uncomfortably as if confirming her assumptions. In response his grip loosened on my arm and his thumb caressed over my pulse point.

I glanced up to the bartender, trying to gauge her reaction to her presumed boyfriend almost holding my hand. She wasn't looking at him though, her eyes were on mine. It was a little confusing, the whole situation. My eyes glance around the bar, not really noticing anybody before I ended up looking back between them.

Klaus turned my wrist and placed the glass of whiskey against my palm, urging me to try it.

I could feel them both watching as I lifted it to my lips and let the liquid flow down past my tongue, the heat within my throat wasn't entirely unpleasant though the unfamiliar burn made my chest produce a harsh cough in retaliation.

Camille's laugh was amused but not mocking as she took the drink away from my hold.

"I'll fix you something sweeter, honey." She told me and got to it.

Time ticked by and my body started to feel lighter and heavier at the same time, my thoughts much freer. There was a gentle buzz throughout my insides which made me laugh each time either of them said anything even the slightest bit funny.

By the time Camille's shift had ended my cheeks hurt from smiling and Klaus's arm was round my waist, helping me up from my stool. Camille's hand was holding mine, her nails were short but her fingertips still drew hypnotising circles into my skin which made my head lull.

"Oh, sweetheart, head up." Klaus's voice reminded me, helping my head back onto my shoulders as we wondered through the streets. The music and the chatter and the screaming made my head ring and for a second I felt my breathing stop, my mind blank.

"Hey...you're okay." She told me, her voice soft like a mothers. "I shouldn't have given you so many drinks...I thought you'd be alright."

"She is alright." Klaus's voice echoed, so much louder than Camille's. "I'm sorry, sweetheart." He muttered, a bit quieter this time as he knelt down beside me.

"Where am I?" I mumbled, my throat scratchy.

"Our home." Klaus grinned, his face looking down at mine. "Specifically our couch." He chuckled, hand on my arm making the hairs across my body raise.

Camille helped me sit up, her hands on my shoulder as she tucked a strand of hair about my ear.

My eyes glanced to her lips, unable to focus on the sound they produced, only the way they moved. The couch dipped behind me, I felt it as my body shifted. I tried to click my senses into place but two hands on my hips made my head drop to see.

Klaus had me in his grip, but it wasn't harsh or painful; just firm.

"You're so perfect." Camille's voice whispered, my attention finally finding the sound. My cheeked blushed pink and I looked up at her shyly.

Klaus's hands lifted me back and onto his lap, I felt my body tense for a second as I felt myself rest against his bulge. I whined quietly, looking down to see but I couldn't.

"It's okay." Camille told me gently, hands back on my cheeks to guide my gaze back to her. I looked up at her, a small nervous lump in my throat which was long forgotten when her lips pressed to mine.

The bubble of air caught in my throat as her mouth moved against mine. My eyes closed and I leaned into it, my hands shakily lifting to touch her but I wasn't sure I should. My lips parted in slight surprise when her fingers wrapped around my wrists and pulled my hands onto the sides of her covered breasts.

I couldn't help but feel the firmness of them against my palms. I squeezed almost hesitantly, my mind spinning as I felt Klaus's hardness rubbing between my thighs. His hands slid up to my waist, lifting my shirt at the same time.

Camille's hands pushed my hair back, out of face and she let our foreheads press together. "You're such a good girl." She praised and glanced up to Klaus. "Please be gentle on her? I like her."

"Hush, love." He mumbled, his fingers un-popping the button on my jeans, urging my attention bad down.

"You...you do this a lot?" I ask, confused.

"Only when we find someone deserving and you, my love, are so deserving...so right for us." He murmured, his lips brushing over my shoulder. I glanced down, confused my my lack of top.

"I don't understand." I whispered and Camille kissed my cheek.

"We just want to see you, feel you. Enjoy you." She whispered, her voice making me shudder.

"You'll be taken care of, sweetheart." Klaus muttered, his hands now on my bare thighs since he must've gotten my pants off. "I'll be gentle; this time."

"Okay..." I whisper, complying and Camille grinned happily whilst Klaus's fingers stroked the edges of my folds.

I let out a whimper, my hips lifting at the unexpected sensitivity, the alcohol still in my system and raising my nerves.

Camille let out a little laugh and rubbed my back, unclipping my bra as she did so. I curl my fingers into my own palms, Klaus's fingers slid through my wetness; stroking meanwhile Camille's fingers circled and brushed past my nipples.

So many sensations were pricking at me all at once, my eyes drooped as Camille's tongue wrapped around one of my nipples and two of Klaus's fingers stretched me open.

"Mmh.." I moaned softly, my body arching toward both of them. My hips started to rock involuntarily, effectively riding his hand.

"That's a good girl." I heard Klaus's voice murmur, low and gravelly. "I bet you'll feel so beautiful on my cock, sweetheart." I could only moan in response, his words filled my mind with filthy images whilst Camille bit down on my hardened but before swapping to the other one.

My pussy clenched when a third finger was squeezed into me, all three curling so perfectly that I felt my legs quiver. After a moment the warmth was missing from my chest and Camille's arms were around my wait, encouraging my hips to bounce up and down eagerly.

"I cant wait to taste you." Cami whispered and I felt my cheeks heat up before her lips took mine, her mouth swallowing my moans down as Klaus's hand sped up and took me over the edge and my eyes closed to focus on the bliss.

My body was coddled to Camille's bare chest when my eyes opened again, her hand was stroking the side of my face and I could feel Klaus's hand smoothing my leg and knee.

"You're so beautiful when you come undone." Cami murmured with a soft smile on her lips which made me blush again.

"Indeed, sweetheart. You are quite the sight." Klaus chuckled, his lips kissing my knee before I felt the bed around me now dip.

"Did we move?" I mumble and Klaus hummed.

"Poor thing, blacked out for a moment. Your whole body was shaking like a leaf, my dearest Camille had to clean you up with her tongue. We figured the bed would be a comfortable place for you for the rest of the night." He informed me, his voice was soothing in a way; perhaps it was just the accent.

I nodded a little and nuzzled into Cami's chest, feeling the softness of her breasts. I felt Klaus's fingers in my hair, pushing me down slowly until her spread legs were waiting patiently for me. I complied, my lips pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs before Klaus guided me to her pussy.

Hesitantly I licked along her folds, her taste sweet and addictive on my tongue. "Good girl, I bet that tongue know lots of tricks doesn't she?" Klaus teased and chuckled.

I wanted to look up at him, see the look in his eyes as he held me down but I wasn't in any position to move.

My eyelids drooped but stayed open enough to see the pinkness of her pussy as I sucked on her clit. I could faintly hear her whining and moaning but the soft manly grunts made my brows furrow in confusion.

I pulled my head up to look, my eyes locking with Cami's lust filled ones before seeing Klaus's hand wrapped around his thick cock, pumping himself teasingly as his other hand pushed my head back down into his partners cunt.

I dipped my tongue into her entrance, my lips sucking and my mouth pushing close to gently nibble at the sensitive flesh. I hummed pleasantly against her when her pussy started grinding into my mouth, her clit all swollen and needy.

My eyes closed when her taste flooded my mouth, I lapped at her folds gently until I was sure she was clean.

The hand in my hair tugged me up, lifting my head up before shoving it back down onto Klaus's cock. His head sliding straight through my mouth and nudging the back of my throat, I choked lightly around him but I didn't mind.

I kept suckling, ignoring the way my saliva dripped down his shaft as he pulled me back up. My eyes rolled back, catching sight of his groaning face as his cum filled my mouth.

They each tasted so different and yet equally delicious, both making me desperate for more.

"Good girl, come here." Klaus's voice commanded and I felt a little hazy as I sat up and looked to him, seeing him pat the space infront of him. I sit facing him but he chuckled and span me round, lifting me by my hips so my ass was up for him.

I let out a whimper when I felt his cock penetrate me from behind, klaus had left his gentleness for the time being, his pace immediately fast and rough making me cry out but not entirely from pain.

There was an element of beauty that entangled itself with the sting, masking the hurt and making me moan instead of cry.

I could feel Camille's hands in my hair, her lips on my ear as she begged me to be louder. Klaus was deep inside me, pushing and stroking against all the right spots until my entire mind, body and being were completely out of control, drawing a blank. It felt like I was seizing with uncontrollable pleasure, my body clenching and trembling around him, against her.

It was messy, sticky and hot. I couldn't help but love it.

Even once I was laid, covered by a thick blanket with my eyes unable to open from exhaustion. I still loved it.

The faint conversation of the couple played beside me as a large hand rested against my hip.

"This one's perfect, Klaus." Cami told him, her tone almost desperate.

"We'll see how she does, my love." Klaus assured her and that was all I was conscious enough to remember.

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forever-rogue · 1 year ago

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I’m really missing nurse!Steeb x pregnant reader lately, what have they been up to??🥺

AN | I love Nurse!Steeb and his clumsy girl! Besides being pregnant, again, things are as chaotic as always in the Harrington household! 💕

Warnings | Mild Language, Pregnant!Reader

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Steve, Main, Nurse Steve

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“Guess what,” you walked into your bedroom, inadvertently scaring Steve who had been reading intently. He yelped slightly as you offered him an apologetic grin and got into bed next to him, “sorry babe. But guess what!”

“What's up?” He set his book on his night stand before reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together.

“I'm twelve weeks today,” it took him a moment to put together what you were saying but as soon as he did, his entire face lit up, “I think its time we told people, what do you think?”

“Yes. Yes,” he agreed eagerly. He'd been wanting to tell people since the day you told him you were pregnant but also understood why you had wanted to wait, “I can't wait to tell everyone. They're going to be so excited.”

“And what about you, Steve Harrington?” You clutched his hand tightly before bringing it to your lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, “are you excited? Truly?”

“Of course I am,” he scoffed sweetly as you relaxed, giving him an innocent shoulder shrug, “you know you don’t ever have to question that, sweetheart. I’ve been dying to tell everyone, but I know you wanted to wait. Which totally makes sense.”

“I was just worried,” you whispered softly, “I didn’t want anything to go wrong. I’m really glad it didn’t. I’m excited too.”

“I can’t believe I’ve got you, Cami, and now another baby,” his smile stretched from ear to ear as your face lit up, “I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“What if I get weird cravings in the middle of the night?” When you were pregnant with Cami, there hadn’t been anything too crazy, but you wanted to be prepared. And you didn’t want to annoy Steve - not that you would ever be able to do such a thing, especially when you were pregnant, “what if I complain all the time? What if I can’t sleep? What if you get annoyed with me? What if Camila doesn’t want-”

“Hey,” he put a finger gently to your lips in order to tenderly cut off any more of your doubt, “I will never get tired of you. You know that. And even if all those things happen, we’ll get through them and I’ll try my best to help you. And I have a feeling that Camila will be very excited for a brother and sister.”

“How can you be sure?”

“She’s been talking about how some of her friends have little brothers and sisters that she thinks it’s really cool,” that made you feel immediately better, “trust me, she’ll be excited.”

“So we’re all excited?” you hadn’t realized a few tears had rolled down your cheeks until Steve gently wiped them away. You reached up and held his hand to your face, offering your husband a misty-eyed smile.

“We’re all excited,” he confirmed as he brushed his thumb along your cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Stevie.”

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“Mama?” Camila's small voice cut through your internal monologue as you shifted your gaze to find her watching you with a worried expression on her little face, “what's wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, my love,” you wiped the tears from your face with the sleeve of your sweater, motioning for her to come over. She padded over and crawled onto the couch next to you, “I'm just feeling a little sad.”

“Why are you feeling sad?”

“There was a commercial with a really cute dog,” you sniffled as she looked at you in confusion, “I know it doesn't make any sense. When you're pregnant your hormones go all crazy and sometimes even happy things can make you cry.”

“Oh,” she considered what you were saying before shaking her head, “I don't think I could ever do that. What's the point?”

“Well, baby, that's how Daddy and I ended up with you. And I'm pretty glad we did,” you pulled her into your lap and pressed a kiss to the top of her dark curls, “and that's how we're going to end up with your brother or sister.”

“Daddy thinks I'll get a sister,” she grinned at you, a gap toothed little smile that you adored more than anything, “what do you think?”

“I think you're getting a little brother,” you whispered softly, “but we're just going to have to wait and see.”

“How much longer?!”

“Four months…ish,” you gently touched your ever-growing belly and sighed, “sometimes babies come a little early but it should be about four months.”

“I'm excited,” she said with wide eyes filled with wonder. She hesitantly reached over and touched your belly as well, “that's cool that they're in there. Does it hurt?”

“It doesn't hurt but sometimes it doesn't feel good,” and that was putting it lightly, “but it's worth It in the end.”

“I hope so,” she nodded solemnly before sliding off the couch and walking towards the kitchen, “can I have some ice cream?”

“Camila Mae,” you slowly stood up and walked after her, “only if you promise to share!”

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“Steven Harrington,” you pushed your sunglasses to the top of your head, raising an eyebrow at him, “my eyes are up here.”

“Baby,” he huffed, his eyes turning a pretty shade of pink. He had not so discreetly looking at your chest and your belly, “its not fair. You're so hot. Gorgeous. Sexy. Beautiful. All of it.”

“Please,” you rolled your eyes at him before gently pushing his chest, “I'm five months pregnant. I'm hardly anything but a beach ball.”

“You're gorgeous,” he insisted, settling his large hands on your waist as he pulled into him and pressed a kiss to your lips, “plus the bathing suit you're wearing? Fuckin’ killing me.”

“Steve,” you squeaked softly as your entire face warmed up, “you just like it when I'm pregnant.”

“I like you always,” he insisted sweetly, “but there is something about you being pregnant that drives me crazy. And that way everyone knows you're mine.”

“I'm all yours,” you agreed, biting the inside of your cheek, “I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you, baby,” he grinned, “so much-”

“Daddy! Mama!” Cami sounded so adorably annoyed as the two of you looked over at her. She was motioning towards the pool, clearly ready to get into the water, “stop being so gross!”

“Yeah Daddy,” you nudged him towards your daughter, “stop being so gross and hitting on Mama.”

“Stop,” he groaned softly, pressing one last kiss to your lips, “you're doing to be the death of me, I hope you know.”

“So dramatic,” you snorted in amusement, “go have fun and keep our kid from drowning!”

“And you put on plenty of sunscreen,” he insisted pointing at the bag you had packed, “join us when you're ready.”

“I will,” you smiled softly, already feeling some tears welling up. It seemed like everything made you cry these days. It was just one of the many perks of being pregnant, “go have fun. I'll keep an eye on this kid.”

You could hear Steve laughing as he went over to Camila. Her entire little face lit up as her father picked up her and threw her over his shoulder to climb into the pool. It was still crazy sometimes to think that these two people were your favorite people in the entire world.

“And you're pretty special too,” you sat down, slowly of course, on your beach chair and rubbed a hand over your belly, “I can't wait to meet you. You've got a while lot of love waiting for you, just so you know.”

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You groaned as you walked through the front door and closed it slowly behind you. It had been a long day, and one of the few that you had to work later into the evening. By the time you got home, the Harrington household was already quiet for the evening.

“Hi honey,” Steve was at the door and already reaching for your bag before you could even wonder where he was. You relaxed as you melted into him, gladly taking the kiss he offered you, “let me help.”

You weren’t even going to bother arguing with your husband. He set your bag down in its usual spot before taking your coat and helping you slip off your shoes. When he was done, you instantly felt better. He reached for your hand and slowly led you to the kitchen, “thanks Stevie.”

“You’ve had a long day, it’s the least I can do,” you sat down at the kitchen table and let out a large sigh, running a tired hand over your belly, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling like I’m very pregnant,” you huffed with a small laugh as you watched him put together a plate of food from dinner. He caught your eye and gave you a soft smile, “I can’t believe there’s still like months of this left.”

“If it’s any consolation, I think you’re doing a fantastic job,” he set the plate down in front of you and pressed a kiss to your head before grabbing a drink from the refrigerator. He set it down next to your plate before sitting down next to you, “I don’t think I could ever do it. I mean…growing a whole human is crazy.”

“I agree,” you took a big bite of the warm, delicious food, savoring the flavor before swallowing, “and I’m the one doing it. But I know it’ll be worth it. Blob number two will be worth it, just like Cami was.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” he asked with a hearty laugh, as you offered him a big smile.

“Never,” you promised, “not even if we have another kid in the future. I’m telling you, they look like blobs on the ultrasound and you can’t even say I’m wrong. I mean, you’re a nurse! You gotta admit they just look like blobs more than anything else.”

“I’m going to agree with you because you’re my wife and pregnant,” he folded his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair, playfully narrowing his eyes at you. You stuck your tongue out at him, “I know better than to argue with my pregnant wife. Whom I love very much.”

The sweet tone in his voice caused you to soften as you set down your fork, “I love you too, Steve. So much.”

“I know,” he gently nudged his foot with yours, “is there anything else I can do for you? Whatever you need. Bubble bath?”

“Oh, that sounds lovely,” you agreed, “I feel like even my bones are tired. They could use a good soak.”

“And then you can tell me all about your day,” he insisted as you nodded at him.

“But only if you tell me all about yours,” you replied, “and Camila’s. I’m sure the two of you got up to no good.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” and that told you enough to know that the two of them definitely got into something, “we’re practically angels.”

“Shut up,” you laughed at him, shaking your head in amusement, “that’ll be the day. But luckily, I love and want to keep you both around.”

“I want you around too,” he stood up and slowly stretched before reaching for your hands, “do you want seconds first or bath now?”

“Bath now,” you let him take your hands and help to hoist you to your feet, “dessert later?”

“Dessert - “ he paused for a moment as you raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to put together what you were actually insinuating, “oh. Oh. Y-yeah, we can do that. Definitely.”

“Come on then,” you tilted your head towards the upstairs, “how often do we get this much peace, quiet and alone time?”

“Almost never,” he agreed, “you’re right. Let’s go.”

Needless to say, things were as hectic and chaotic as ever in the Harrington household.

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sislitravestieva · 26 days ago

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lazyjellyfish300 · 5 months ago

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12 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔~𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

Synopsis: You and Atsuya have been enjoying your winter getaway to its fullest. ❄️💕But, can your boyfriend be lured away from ice fishing in time to ring in the new year with you properly? Words 2.6k ❄️

CW: MINORS DNI, X FEM!READER, SMUT(P IN V, BRIEF PHONE SEX, USE OF DADDY *ONCE* (SUE ME), ROUGH SEX, ORAL F AND M RECEIVING, BREEDING, CREAMPIES, FLUFF

a/n: @smokeprincess24 Ty for the ideas and inspiration, love! I hope you enjoy this one. 💕

12 Days of Smutmas Masterlist 🎁🎄

dividers by @/saradika-graphics, pics from pinterest

The lake sat frozen in time underneath winter's paralyzing grasp, seizing it in a thick sheet of staggering ice that would not thaw until late spring.

This was how Atsuya always preferred it. The close exception was the solemness of July 5 AMs when he was the only soul on the water.

Ding.

His lips tugged into a secretive grin when he knew the incoming notification could only be his sweet girl who was waiting for him in the warm lovenest of heated blankets he left at the cabin.

But, what's this?

His eyes widen as they take in the rather suggestive image you were invading his inbox with on such a casual evening of ice fishing.

Come back to bed.

There you were in a selfie lying on your side, camera focused on the embroidered neckline of your cami that barely cascaded over the soft swells of your breasts, outline of the pebbled nipples peeking through.

His eyes coasted downward, audibly groaning when he saw how the meat of your thighs squished together so femininely and how the pajama shorts were tautly snug in a suggestive fashion over the wide curve of your hips.

Ding.

His heart dropped ten floors when yet another image came through, only this time that skimpy little camisole was pulled up and tucked nicely in between those pearly white teeth, leaving that gorgeous pair of tits on display to his hungry eyes, nearly about to spill out of the lacy cups.

"You gotta be fuckin' kidding me..." He grumbled, feeling himself growing underneath his pants.

Ding.

And the last one that pounded the nail in the coffin was seeing you spread open for him in the same sheets you had messed up multiple times by now together on your little winter getaway.

His favorite pink boyshort panties he bought for you were moved to the side, pretty wet pussy on full display with two of your manicured fingers positioned around the lips so he could get a good look at what he was missing out on, your lovely mouth slightly agape in that expression he so loved to watch while he was making you moan and cream all over his cock.

"Fuck me..."

---

A couple miles away in the soothing warmth of the cabin, you grin with smug pride when your phone is ringing off the hook only a short time later.

"Hiiii, baby."

"Very funny, babydoll."

"What, Atsuya?"

"You think you're soo funny." He grumbled, watching his breath hang in mid air to distract himself from the fact that his balls were aching.

"Don't know what you mean, sweetheart."

"Sending me those damn selfies. You know I'm in the middle of something and can't do shit about it."

"Aww poor baby." You grin and bask in this power you wielded over him and leaned back on the pillows "Come over here and I'll fix it."

"Baby, I'm on a roll right now. I'm busy catching our dinner for fuck sakes."

"But I miss you, baby. I woke up from our nap and you left me all alone." You pout.

"I miss you too, babydoll. But I promise, I won't be much longer."

"It's almost midnight, Kusa. You promised me you were gonna give me a New Year's Eve kiss."

"Babydoll. Tomorrow the sun will come up and it'll still be tomorrow. Promise ya there's nothing special 'bout it, angel cakes."

"Fine, I'll just get the rose out then."

Atsuya pauses. "You didn't mention anything about that."

"Yeah, cause you were too busy with your lame ass ice fishing."

He scoffs. "Tone, missy. Don't go blaming the fishing now just 'cause you're all jealous. Even though you're cute when you get this way..."

"Hmph, you're so mean, Kusa..."

"Ohh yeah, I'm such a meanie." He smirks. "Quit doin' that."

"Doin' what, baby?"

"Sayin my name all sultry like."

"How, like this? Atsuya..."

He clenches his jaw. "Don't you dare..."

"Atsuya, baby..." You purr sweetly into his ear on the phone.

He muttered under his breath, yanking off his beanie and running a hand through his frazzled hair, trying not to lose his mind.

You breathe, "I'm not wearing anything and I've been so fucking horny ever since I woke up..." Your fingers dance along the smooth skin of your tummy, eventually drawing little circles by your thighs. "I can't make myself cum like you can. I need your help, baby..."

"You're a goddamn brat, y'know?" He groans, beginning to paw at himself through his pants.

When you'd get in these needy moods with that whispy, honeyed tone of yours, you could pretty much make him do anything. He hated it, but fuck, it made him feel amazing.

"You touchin' yourself, cutie?"

"Yes, daddy..."

"God, fuck..." He moaned, unbuckling his pants. "Y'know what that name does to me, naughty fuckin girl...bet you did that on purpose."

"I'm sorry, baby...just can't help it..." You whine. "Want you all the time, Kusa."

"I know ya do..." He chuckles, biting his lip as he started slowly fisting his cock through his boxers "Remember las' night you wouldn't let me go to sleep cause you were so damn needy.."

"Kusa, I wanna cum, baby..."

His breath halts halfway up his lungs. Already? Just from a little dirty talk and teasing over the phone? Jesus Christ. Well, he supposed there was always tomorrow to fish. Damn you for always making him so weak.

"Not yet, babygirl. I'm gonna come back right now."

"But baby, please, hurts.." you mewl innocently. "Want it so bad."

"Jus' be patient, sweet thing. I'm coming to make it better, I promise. Got somethin' even better for ya to drip that sweet fuckin pussy all over. I promise you."

"Don't keep me waiting."

"Ohh, I won't, you damn minx."

----

"Fuck, always so good to me, sweetheart..."

Atsuya barely tripped over the threshold before he was yanking you by the back of your neck into his starving lips that were still bitten by the harsh cold he just emerged from.

He was pleased to discover you already naked and freshly showered, skin silky and still just a tinge damp with your hair soddened with that floral shampoo that made him turn on like a deadly switch.

But, like always, with that warm tongue of his that always made you weak (you could thank the lollipops for that), he soon coaxed you into a panting, sweaty mess as your aching cunt begged to be full of him as you laid with your calves slung over his broad shoulders and toes curled in front of the fancy stone fireplace that was being put to good use for at least the third time now on this vacay.

His eyes were darkened more than usual by the shadows of lust which mixed so beautifully with their usual oakey color. He preferred to look at you this way when he was lapping and savoring the drooling nectar from your cunt.

It always bound him in a trance, overwhelmed him with pride and possession to see how perfected he became at wrecking you with pleasure as you were nearly riding his nose.

You were equally as hooked, but that gorgeous stare of his always burned through you so fiercely, much to your shame despite your relentless teasing of him earlier, as you hid your heated face in your hands.

"Thought this is what you wanted, babydoll..." He crooned as he rolled his tongue in the soaked valleys of your tender flesh in languid kitten licks. You felt a chuckle reverberate against the inside of your thigh.

"Eyes on me, princess. Don't get shy on me now, or else I stop."

You whimpered when his tongue stopped swirling around that gooey center of euphoria on your clit, slowly lowering your hands as you got a good look at Atsuya.

Eyes deeper than the most potent whiskey, those sculpted brows and manly jaw that could cut glass that were all drowned in your pearly slick, caused your honeyed pussy to ooze even more into his waiting mouth.

"See, so much better when you listen to me, huh baby?" He grips your thighs smugly when you go back to sighing when he continues on your tried and true spot.

"You're such an asshole." You gripe back playfully. "A-AAH-BABY, FFUCK, I WAS JOKING!"

A drawn out grunt answers your plea but with no mercy as Atsuya meanly eases in two thick fingers to stroke your silky walls, his other hand pushing down on your lower belly so you could feel everything as his fervid sucking on your clit amped up in intensity.

If you were gonna act like a brat, then he'd make you cum like one.

"Atsuya..."

And when you did, not a drop was wasted as he wagged his tongue skillfully, soaking up the nectar like a sponge, the mellifluous rhythm that his name tumbled from your lips while you were cumming was currently being burned into his memory that he could retrieve at will.

"Cat got your tongue?" He teased as he loomed over you, still fucked out on your back, propping himself on his elbow.

"I'm sorry I called you an asshole, baby. It'll never happen again." You panted.

His mouth turned up in amusement, thumb tracing along a small dimple on your hip.

"Forgiven, princess."

Then, he leaned down and kissed you, leading with his tongue so you could get a generous taste of yourself, the earthy flavor shooting directly to your core just when you thought you were coming down.

"I could make it up to you..." You whisper, tugging at his waistband. Such a thoughtful lover, the man hadn't even shed his clothes yet. And who was he to deny his darling such a lovely offer?

"Yes please..." He murmured, as he begun to help you out.

Something you adored about Atsuya was his hair, and he had lots of it. You took your time as you relished what felt like a late Christmas present being unwrapped before your very eyes.

The expanse of dark hair that decorated his arms, legs, stomach, and wide chest imitated the patterns of Earth in the limitless trails of the forest just outside of the foggy cabin windows. Even down to his appearance, it took after everything he loved, particularly the woods and the bodies of water he loved to fish that were steadfast, just like his soul. Rugged and manly but never in a way that was too prideful. A type of firmness that concealed a love underneath that was resolute and unwavering.

Beautiful Atsuya.

He notices your loitering gaze, and can't help but grin. "Oogling me again, angel?"

"Always." You whisper. And the reverence in your tone told him that it was much more than just surface level.

He doesn't say anything else before capturing your lips again, hands hot and roaming as they mapped over every curve and dimple in worshipful repetition as though he were trying to outdo all the other times he endeavored.

Your lips are airy and fluid as they travel down, down his burly flanks, gifting you sight, smell, and taste of his natural musk. The gift of sound followed not so long after as you drew out your tongue in a slow, heated dance along his belly button.

You admired his girth as you began daintily slurping the blooming tip into your mouth, loving how hotly he hissed and how he couldn't help but already start pumping his hips to chase that inviting warmth.

His texture was rough and leathery as it pulsed against your tongue. Atsuya grunted loudly, thumbs coming up to stifle the brimming line of tears on your waterline as the shaft repeatedly skimmed along the full length of your tongue, barely hitting the back of your throat.

"Doin' perfect, princess, jus a little longer..."

He chases that silky sensation blossoming around the smooth inside of your mouth right until the heated edge, when he pulls out completely, gently smacking the puffy surface of your lips.

---

He makes the pillows and blankets nice and fluffy as they gently squish under your weight as you lay on your stomach. Atsuya groans with the lewd presentation that glowed next to the fire below him.

If Atsuya's body hair was his late Christmas present to you, then your beautiful ass was the gift that kept on giving.

You certainly don't miss that tender kiss from him that lands sweetly between your shoulder blades as you feel his body weight slowly ripple and lower against your back, his fingers coming to intertwine with yours as a silent apology for what's about to come next when his cock eventually bottoms snugly inside you.

Atsuya was always so damn rough. You were reminded in the blaring ache afterwards that wouldn't leave your cum stuffed cunt for days.

But God, that insatiable itch you had for him would always return whenever you thought about him.

And fuck, in moments like these when those narrow hips were snapping into you with brute force, letting those filthy wet sounds with all the evidence of how goddamn soaking you were for him be known to anyone who was within a five mile radius, you'd accept the consequences any day.

"Harder....more....more, baby..." You begged.

"Haah, babydoll, don't say that, you're gonna kill me. Fuck, I'm close..." He panted, entering you with another sharp slam that got punctuated with a harsh smack of his hand to your ass. "Can't *pant* gimme permission because I'll blow my load inside ya all at once..." You could hear amusement in his winded expression.

"What if I said I'm okay with it, baby?" You whispered, shoving your hips backwards onto his full length to which you both loudly moaned in unison.

"Fuck, really?" He grips your hair, jaw slack as he watched his cock soak with slick everytime it reappeared then reentered your warm cunt.

"I trust you with my life, Kusa. Cum inside me."

"Fuck you would want me to, huh, baby? Should I make you a mommy right before New Year's?" He rasped.

"Go right ahead, baby."

And this heated session quickly sweeped the leaderboard of all your intimate encounters with one another. The first time he came was like an avalanche. The second, a bit more milky in consistency but ran still just as viscous. By the third, however, somehow you already lost count.

All the love he was pile driving into you with each thrust seemed to delve into spaces in your brain that made you forget everything. Dick scrambling you beyond comprehension.

You milked him to near drought, you were certain. Just when you thought you could no longer be filled, he was already nuzzling into your sweaty back, groaning those almost incoherent sweet nothings, using his fingers(or his tongue, burying his face in your ass) to lather and spread any creamy juices that remained around your puffy clit, spreading you wide open again where he sunk his cock inside you with more deep, rhythmic strokes until his hips stilled as another orgasmic wave surged over him and a mere trickle glazed out of his swollen tip.

Somewhere around round 6, you could not take anymore. The passion of the night, the falling of the snow, and the indistinguishable hour that the moon was currently waxing in outside made the warming feeling of his cock much more soothing when it merely rested dormant.

His breath hushed to a slow murmur as his exhausted limbs wrapped around you in the bundle of blankets of pillows. His cock remained buried inside you as it began to soften with the descending waves of sleep induced by too much pleasure.

The New Year rolled in while you were both tangled up in one another. His heartbeat was the first and last thing inside your ears as you departed the threshold of the old and glided into the new. Your sweet Atsuya ever by your side.

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