Wrote this one recently for some oc writing but converted it to see how it does. I really hope you all like it (Thank you to the friend that gave me the confidence to post this).
More dad!Austin but it’s not focused on that. This is a moment between Austin and reader.
Warnings: mention of being post partum, a swear word, Austin wearing barely anything (definitely a warning)
“Excuse me sir, can you put some clothes on? What is this?” You asked jokingly while admiring your fiancé. Austin was strutting around your shared bedroom in nothing but his boxers. He claimed he was putting the laundry away but you were convinced that was just a cover for him to tease you.
“I thought you like when I have the, and I quote, ‘least amount of clothes on possible.’” He said back to you as he threw some socks in a drawer, back muscles flexing with the movement.
“That is the problem. I like it too much and I can’t do anything about it.” You said with a mock pouting face. You were newly postpartum so physical intimacy in the way you wanted wasn’t in the cards right now. Austin turned to see your pout and instantly got an idea that he knew would flip your frown. He laid down on the end of the bed in a position that resembled the famous Burt Reynolds pose. You sat up more on the bed and raised a brow, wondering what he was up to.
“Do I make you horny, baby? Do I?” Austin asked in a perfect Austin Powers accent. You bursted out in laughter, quickly covering your mouth with your hand when you remembered your little girl was sleeping in her bassinet next to your bed.
“Oh my gosh. You’re scary good at that. But never do it again.” You managed to get out once your laughter died down. Austin simply winked at you before leaning forward to gently kiss your ankle. “In all seriousness, you are really good at impressions, babe.” You added as he moved up the bed to lay on top of you.
“Lots of practice. I’m dedicated to my craft.” He responded, each sentence punctuated by a kiss to your shoulder.
“So I request for you to put clothes on and instead you decide to lay yourself on top of me, adonis figure on full display, and add shoulder kisses to the mix? Are you becoming a sadist?” You asked him, fake seriousness in your voice.
“Always so dramatic, babe.” He smirked back, knowing he was pressing your buttons. Before you could speak again and give some sassy remark, Austin leaned in and gently pressed his lips against yours. Your hand instantly found the back of his neck as you held him close. “Am I allowed to kiss you now, my liege?” He asked jokingly as he pulled away briefly, forehead pressed to yours.
“Oh shut up.” You said with a smirk before pulling him back down to connect your lips again.
