──── ✵ BABY FEVER
summary. when austin sees you with a baby in your arms to film an elvis scene, he knows it: he wants you with your belly full of him. and he wants it now.
starring. austin butler x priscilla actress!reader
tags & warnings. secret marriage, age gap (19/29), baby fever, light infantilizing, light ddlg, rough & unprotected sex, breeding kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, choking, spanking, degradation/praise, multiple orgasms, crying during sex, overstimulation, aftercare, romance.
word count. 6.8k
note. i decided to set this during the filming of elvis to make it a little more interesting and because i can't get over this era.
the film set is warmly lit, with the lights carefully placed to evoke the atmosphere of a 1970s home. there's a crib, a rocking chair in the corner, prop toys, baby clothes folded on the dresser against the wall, and baz giving quick instructions between sips of coffee and puffs on a cigarette.
austin doesn't listen to anything he says. he can't. not when you're dressed in that pink babydoll that barely covers your beautiful ass. not when you're holding a baby that should be his. not when you look so pretty.
he steps further into the nursery, dressed as elvis, with slicked-back hair and a wardrobe impeccable. he's gone through a thousand rehearsals of his accent, gestures, and movements, but none of that makes him as nervous as what he sees right now: you, his girlfriend, transformed into priscilla, with a baby in your arms.
his heart tightens in a way no camera can capture. the way you hold the baby—tenderly, with such natural care, as if you were born to do it—is tearing him apart inside. austin feels the air in the room grow thick, his concentration slipping through his fingers.
it's too much.
he watches you gently rock the tiny baby, murmuring to her in that low voice only he usually hears at night, and the world around him ceases to matter. it's not the spotlights, the cameras, or the script. it's you. it's the sigh of you with a baby in your arms, so delicate, so beautiful, so fucking perfect that all he can think is: i need to get her pregnant.
he watches you, unable to move from where he stands, holding his breath slightly. every gesture you make, every smile you give the baby, is driving him wild. It's not just that you look beautiful; it's that he sees you in a role he'd never allowed himself to imagine: you with a child, caring for it, loving it, being a mother.
his heart is pounding, and he can't help but imagine it: that little girl in your arms would be his daughter, that baby you're smiling at would be his, you would be the mother of his child, his children. many children.
his breath catches slightly. he forces himself not to show it on his face, because baz is watching him. but inside, he's on the verge of despair. his fingers clench, hidden in the sides of his pants.
"austin, remember: this part is intimate. it's not about elvis the superstar. this is just elvis being a father." baz says, in his energetic, detail-oriented way, walking around the set with headphones around his neck and a coffee in his hand.
austin nods, trying to focus, but his gaze inevitably returns to you. and no, it's not just priscilla he sees, it's you. his girl. his wife. his love. the person who, just by smiling at him while cradling the baby, is completely destroying him.
in his head, the scene splits into two realities: the fictional one, where elvis and priscilla are lisa marie's parents... and the real one, where austin wants nothing more than to skip all the hours, all the scenes, everything, to take you home and make you the mother of his child.
he runs his hand through his hair, trying to calm the heat rising through his body. damn, he's desperate. he wants this so much it almost hurts. he wants to take you in his arms and tell you that he wants to be a father too, with you, now, that he can't wait any longer.
the baby in your arms babbles, and austin swallows. a sound so small, yet so powerful, that he imagines it multiplied: what would your real child sound like? what would you look like, with your rounded belly, walking through the house he would buy for the two of you?
his thoughts become tangled. he sees you laughing, exhausted, with your hair disheveled, holding a newborn as he arrives with flowers and toys. he sees you in bed, caressing your belly while he kisses your navel. he sees you in front of the mirror, wearing loose clothing, blushing because your body is changing… and he's proud, so damn proud, to know that it's his.
austin approaches the two of you and leans slightly toward the baby to get a better look at her face, but soon his attention is drawn back to you. you tilt your head up so you can look up at him, because you're so small, and then you smile at him with that mix of sweetness and shyness as the warm light illuminates your angelic face, and he feels a strange warmth in his chest… and elsewhere too.
damn, he thinks. it's supposed to be a tender, family moment… and instead, all he can imagine is his own daughter in your arms while you smile at him like that. imagining you pregnant, taking care of his child, laughing for him… the desire becomes almost unbearable.
"you look good with a baby." he murmurs softly, his mouth dry.
you smile, sweet, a light blush on your pale cheeks. "do you think so?"
he nods, staring at you. "i do."
you're beautiful.
and he's devastated.
because seeing you like this ignites an instinct he didn't even know was so close to the surface. it's not just tenderness. it's not just desire. it's a primal hunger, a vertigo in his stomach: he wants this with you. he wants to see your belly grow, feel you lean against him at night, kiss your forehead while you complain of tiredness. he wants to see you in his home, in his bed, carrying his baby.
"you're doing too well." he murmurs, barely audible, leaning into your ear while smiling at the rest of the team, as if they were simple words of encouragement between colleagues.
you glance at him, with that sparkle in your eyes that drives him crazy, and answer in a low voice:
"she's just a baby. it's not hard."
it's not hard. those words pierce through him. austin clenches his jaw to keep from laughing, because what he means is: yes, it is. it's hard when all i think about is you, holding our real child.
the casting assistant approaches to take the little thing away, but the baby girl won't let go of the fabric of your babydoll, clinging with her tiny fingers. austin feels his chest swell with absurd pride.
"i think she doesn't to want to let go of you." someone from the crew tells you, in a light tone.
austin laughs along with the others, but inside he thinks: of course not. because you're perfect. because you were born for this.
after adjusting the baby's clothes and the blanket she's wrapped in, the assistant places her back in your arms, and austin stays with you in silence for a moment. there are people around, yes, and there's a camera filming behind the scenes, yes, but he's reached the point where he doesn't care.
if people find out—and they will—he doesn't care. you already have his ring, you already have his last name—even if almost no one knows it yet—, and soon he will give you his baby. and the rest can go fuck themselves.
in front of him, you move smoothly and gracefully; your blue eyes, framed by eyeliner, gaze down at the baby in your arms with a sweet, maternal gaze that drives him wild, all while you gently rock her, cooing.
and then, unable to resist, he leans in close enough to whisper to you:
"you'd look so pretty pregnant."
you blink up, looking at him in surprise, your eyes sparkling as if you weren't sure you'd heard right. and austin smiles, with that mix of cheekiness and vulnerability that only comes out with you.
"austin..." you say softly, with a sweet warning, asking him not to start there, in front of everyone.
but he can't stop himself. not after seeing you like this.
"i'm serious." his words are a firm murmur, buried in his throat. "you would look really pretty pregnant."
you try to hide your smile, biting your lip as you give him that quick, nervous glance, because anyone could approach at any moment and there's literally a camera filming everything.
"don't say things like that here."
"why not?" austin tilts his head, his fingers barely brushing the baby's head in your arms. "you're so beautiful with her... and you would be even more so with our baby."
the word our hangs between you two. you stare at him silently, your cheeks burning, your eyes looking up at him with that mix of longing and innocence that drives him wild. and he feels his pants tighten as he imagines himself bending you over one of the pieces of furniture and making you take it.
"austin." baz's voice snaps him out of his trance, with that australian accent. "are you ready?"
austin swallows, regains his professional smile, and nods, placing a kiss on your forehead before stepping back.
the script says he's supposed to smile softly, kiss the baby's forehead, look at priscilla tenderly, tell her he'll put lisa to sleep while she rests. he does, easily. but deep down, austin fights the urge, the visceral desire to turn all of this into a confession: to whisper in your ear, no matter the crowded set, that he can't wait any longer, that he wants you full of him, round and shiny with pregnancy, that he wants you his in every way.
and that he wants it now.
filming ends late at night. the set is enveloped in that strange silence that only exists when everyone leaves, when the lights go out and the echo of voices still floats in the air. austin emerges from his trailer, still trapped in his body. he spent the whole day holding back, hiding what he felt every time he looked at you with the baby in your arms.
the fresh air hits him, but it doesn't calm him down. he walks slowly, as if he doesn't know where he's going, even though he actually knows exactly where he's headed: his steps are leading him to your trailer. there are no guards on watch, no technicians running back and forth, no cameras. just the night and the feeling that if he doesn't speak now, he'll go crazy.
he doesn't knock. he knows he doesn't need to—not him—and when the door opens, there you are.
you'e no longer priscilla, nor the young mother with a baby in her arms. you're you. just you. no false eyelashes or elaborate hairstyles, your face half-cleansed, still removing your makeup in front of the mirror. and what hits austin hardest is seeing you in one of his hoodies, huge on your small frame, enveloping you as if you were swimming inside the fabric.
god. you're only nineteen.
nineteen, austin thinks, and feels a pang in his chest. you're still so young, such a child compared to him, and at the same time… nothing in the world can stop the fierce desire that consumes him. that instinct that had been haunting him all day returns with even greater force, now that he has you so close, so natural, so much his.
he closes the door behind him and stares at you for a second too long. you notice it, of course, because you know him better than anyone.
"what's wrong?" you ask, in that calm, soft voice, so sweet, so like hers, raising an eyebrow while you continue to hold the cotton ball to your cheek.
he doesn't answer.
"satnin?"
hearing the nickname, he blinks and swallows, taking a step toward you.
"i can't get it out of my head, you know?" he says, directly, without beating around the bush.
you blink, leaving the cotton ball on the vanity. your blue eyes look at him through the mirror. "what?"
"today. you. with the baby." he answers in that voice, that southern accent he can't shake anymore, as he takes off his jacket and throws it on the bed.
you sigh, smiling faintly, as if you knew sooner or later he'd say it. "aus... it was a scene."
he shakes his head, his lips forming a brief grimace. "no. not for me." he murmurs.
your eyes meet in the mirror.
austin stops behind you, watching you remove your mascara, and the sigh splits him in two. he doesn't need more embellishments, more costumes, more lights, he doesn't want that. he wants you like this, with your hair a little messy, your skin clean, your comfortable clothes that smell like him.
he leans forward, just enough so that his reflection is a breath away from yours.
"i went crazy." he confesses in a husky murmur, staring at you through the mirror. "all day, every time i saw you with that baby girl in your arms, i was lost. i didn't see priscilla, you know? you're not her, you're better than her. i... i didn't see the stupid scene, i only saw you. and i thought... god, i thought you'd look even more beautiful pregnant."
you tense a little; he can feel it, but you don't interrupt, so he continues.
"it's crazy." he continues, laughing humorlessly, clenching his fists on the vanity table. "i know, baby. 'cause i know how young you are, i know. i think about it and tell myself i should calm down, that it's not the time. but i can't help it, doll. i can't." his eyes shine, and it's not just desire; it's pure vulnerability. "i..." he looks at your body, then back into your eyes. "i wanna see you with my child inside you. i want it so much it hurts."
you slowly turn in your chair to face him. you're wrapped in your hoodie, your legs tucked beneath you, so small and fragile that austin's breath catches in his throat.
"aus…" you begin, as if searching for a way to stop him.
but he kneels in front of you, holding your hands tightly, not letting you look away.
"listen to me." his voice lowers, almost a plea. "it's not just desire, okay, baby? it's-it's not just that turns me on to see you like that. it's that i feel as if it's... i don't know, inevitable. as if your body and mine were destined to create something together."
he watches you swallow, your eyes shining, confused between fear and tenderness.
austin lowers his forehead to rest against your cold, pale knees. he needs to cling to you physically so he doesn't break.
"i wanna do it with you. i wanna give you a child. i want you to be the mother of my children, as many as you want."
you gently stroke his dark hair, your thin, cold fingers running through his short locks, trembling with each caress.
"i'm..." you stop, but then you try again: "i'm nineteen, austin."
he lifts his head, his eyes desperate when they find you. "i know. and that's why i feel like a fucking crazy. and i know people will talk, they'll think shit about me, about us, they'll say i'm a fucking predator. i know. but fuck them. because i love you, and i know i've never wanted anything in life like this."
the silence thickens.
you look at him for a long moment, your breathing ragged, before pulling him towards you, wrapping the hoodie you're wearing around him. and in that hug, austin knows that, soon, very soon, his vision will be fulfilled. he'll see you with his child inside. and it will be the most perfect image of his life.
the clock strikes almost one in the morning when you finally arrive at the apartment. the silence of the city contrasts with the storm inside austin. the two of you had spent the entire day surrounded by lights and cameras, but nothing had exhausted him more than the struggle with his own thoughts: that constant vision of you, pregnant with his child.
you take the elevator together, without speaking, tired after a long day and comfortable with the shared silence. he hugs you, putting an arm around your shoulders, making you rest your forehead against his chest as the elevator ascends.
when you finally arrive at his apartment, you take off your shoes, leave your bag on the couch, and go straight to the kitchen for a glass of water. austin watches you from the doorway, his heart pounding.
the hoodie you're still wearing is his, and it reaches mid-thigh. your long, dark hair is free, falling over your back, your skin clean and fresh from the quick shower on set. you're no longer priscilla, you're no longer the king's wife, you're you. his wife. and, to austin, you're infinitely more beautiful. just like that, without extravagant hairstyles and so much makeup, you're perfect.
he approaches slowly, as if afraid of scaring you, because he already has, though not intentionally. still, he can't resist the urge to touch you. he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, pressing your back to his chest, and buries his face in your neck, inhaling your sweet, soft scent. you sigh, resting your free hand on his forearm.
"you're restless." you murmur, with a tired smile.
"i can't stop thinking about it." he admitted, his voice rasping.
"again?" you barely turn your face to look at him.
austin nods, not letting go. "the whole way back, every minute, all i could think about was you with a baby inside."
after a moment, you place the glass on the counter, turning in his arms. you rest your hands on his chest and stare up at him, as if trying to gauge the extent of his obsession.
"you know it's not that simple, austin."
"i know." he closes his eyes for a second, trying to control himself. but when he opens them, all they reflect is the burning truth of his desire. "but tell me you didn't think about it. tell me that, when you were holding her in your arms, you didn't imagine what it would be like if she were ours."
you open your mouth to respond, but not a word comes out; no protest, no rejection. and that silence, short and tense, is enough to ignite him even more.
austin uses his hands on your waist to lift you up, sitting you on the counter, and positions himself between your legs. he kisses you with an urgency he's been suppressing for hours, and you respond with a low moan, gripping your shoulders as you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his already hard cock against your core. his hands are everywhere; on your waist, your thighs, your ass. he grips hard, leaving his imprints on your pale skin.
"aus…" you try to say, but he doesn't let you continue.
"let me make you a mom." he whispers against your mouth, desperately, rubbing against you. "let me give you what i saw today."
for a moment, silence covers everything. all you hear is his labored breathing against yours, the uneven pounding of his heart that you can almost feel in your own chest.
"austin…" you repeat, barely a whisper. he doesn't know if you're trying to stop him or if, deep down, you're asking him not to stop.
he lowers his forehead to rest against yours. his voice shakes a little, rough, laden with something more than desire.
"i'm not saying this on impulse," he murmurs, his eyes closed. "i'm sayin' it because i felt it. because when i saw you with her, so sweet, so natural… i-i understood that's what i want with you. everything. anything." he places a soft kiss on your forehead and, against your skin, murmurs again: "let me give you a baby. let me show you how much you mean to me."
suddenly, he feels your hands searching for him; brushing against his neck, his hair, your slender fingers tangling through his short locks. your other hand slides up to his face, caressing the soft skin of his cheek. for a moment, you just stay silent, saying nothing, just looking at him; his eyes, his face.
then, gently, like someone surrendering to something inevitable, you say:
"there are two months left until filming ends..." you pause for a moment. you lick your lips and take a breath before speaking again. "maybe... maybe no one will notice if it happens now."
your words are like pure gasoline. austin gasps, incredulous, and smiles against your lips.
"are you saying yes?"
you nod, shyly, but with conviction. you know what you want.
he stays still for a moment, his gaze clouded by a mixture of surprise and desire. you want this; you want to have his baby. his hand moves from your waist to your stomach, spreading possessively over your flat belly. he's never had unprotected sex. he's always been cautious. but right now you're offering him your womb, your body, unprotected.
he swallows hard and lowers his voice. "will you give it to me? your body? will you give it to me for my baby?"
his words make you blush even more, and your cheeks are tinged with an adorable shade of pink that makes you look identical to sin incarnate. despite the shyness and embarrassment you're clearly feeling, you nod again, looking at him with sparkling eyes.
he wraps an arm around your waist and leads you to the bedroom, almost groping you, still kissing you. he lays you down on the bed and leans over you, contemplating you for a second in silence.
you look... stunning. unreal. with your black hair cascading around your head like an angel's halo, your cheeks flushed and sweet, your eyes shining as they gaze at him longingly.
you're a sin, and they could condemn austin, because he will be your eternal slave.
"you're so young, so beautiful..." he says with a broken breath. "and yet, all i want is to fill you with me."
you caress his cheek tenderly, your eyes soft and your cheeks flushed. "then do it."
austin closes his eyes, letting out a grateful murmur, almost like a prayer.
"i will." he promises, resting his forehead against yours.
he kisses you like a hungry man, taking just enough initiative to make you shudder audibly under his control. that awakens something fiery in his chest—that little sound you make shyly—and he tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you closer to his body even though there's no space left between you.
with a speed that almost makes him proud, you slip your tongue into his mouth, demanding more like the greedy little thing you are. just as he had taught you. the thrill of the thought leaves him breathless as he holds your neck firmly and tilts his head just enough to deepen the kiss as you desire. you have the audacity to laugh between his lips, but his tongue absorbs it and transforms it into a dreamy moan, while your pretty fingers easily unbutton his pants.
fuck, he's been hard all day. he needs to bury his cock inside you or he will go crazy.
all he needs to do is get his hands on you the right way to pull you out of his hoodie. with his tongue in your mouth, he takes the initiative to slide the soft, padded fabric upward, before pulling back so he can pull it over your head, exposing your bare breasts in the air-conditioned room. he takes a moment to gaze at them properly, and his hands move toward them, tracing the round, pretty skin and the soft nipples throbbing in the cool air.
"fuck, baby…" he groans, cupping your perky breasts tenderly before giving them a squeeze.
he leans in to take one of them into his mouth, licking your nipple before taking it into his warm, wet mouth for a voracious suck. he feels your back arch, pushing your breasts closer to him, and austin rolls your sweet pearl between his teeth, listening to you gasp. he switches sides, showing the same tenderness to your other breast as well, before pulling away with a wet pop. without looking away, he gently caresses them with his hands, watching how shiny and beautiful they look covered in his saliva.
"you like them?" you ask sweetly.
his eyes meet yours for a moment. "you already know that." he looks back at your breasts, never stopping his caresses, feeling them soft and round in his hands. "god, i can't wait to see them full of milk."
"yeah?" you sigh. "are you gonna drink from them?"
fuck.
"oh, i will." he moves a hand from your chest to grab your face in an almost painful grip. holding your sweet face in one hand, pinching your cheeks just enough to keep you in place, he speaks directly to you in a low whisper: "every day. and you'll love it, won't you? you're so naughty, angel."
the sly smile you give him back is incredibly revealing, as if you're enjoying the teasing, the dirty talk, the fact that a man who has authority over you is calling you naughty. austin isn't surprised: he knows you're shy, almost innocent, but you're not a saint.
austin gives you another kiss on the lips before stepping back, getting out of bed to take off his shirt and pants. meanwhile, wearing only your pink lace panties, you kneel in the center of the bed, waiting for him with wide eyes and an innocent, almost childlike expression. when he's completely naked, he kneels on the mattress and moves closer to you, reaching out to pinch a nipple before his lips find yours again.
you moan into his mouth; your soft hands cup his face as he kisses you like a starving man, adam in his deepest desperation. with his tongue in your mouth and his hands on your waist, he guides you until you're lying beneath him. his hands trace your body from where he kneels between your silky legs, feeling every curve and line, down to your hips and the waistband of your tiny panties.
he traces the edge as he whispers to you: "do you want my baby?"
your head falls back against the mattress with a sharp moan at his suggestion, his relentless teasing, the way he utters obscene words with such grace. he smiles and pulls your panties down your legs, watching as the lace clings to your pussy for a second longer because of how wet you are before it comes away. he tosses them to the side of the bed and then spreads your legs to see you lying spread-eagled before him like a feast.
you're glistening; wet, swollen, and ready, completely shaved. austin has never mind women with some hair, but there's something about your perfectly smooth skin staring back at him—swollen, pink, and moist—that arouses him intensely. just like the first time he took you.
he spreads your pussy open between his thumb and index finger and leans in to spit on you before pulling his hand back and giving your clit a hard slap. you let out an obscene moan—a mix of something childish and something provocative—writhing on the bed because you're so sensitive.
he smiles to himself and moves up to rub the head of his cock against your wet entrance, teasing you both. he's so big that just the tip opens you up slightly.
"you'll look beautiful with a big baby bump."
austin thrusts into you with exasperating slowness, raising his hand to wrap around your throat and hold you as he fills you inch by inch. he can watch your face contort at the expansion of his cock, your eyebrows arching and your long lashes fluttering. you murmur a silent yes into the room, nodding slightly as if it were almost instinctive.
moaning with pleasure as you feel his cock sinking into your warm, wet hole, austin tightens his grip around your throat slightly, leaning over you so his other hand can grab one of your breasts at the same time. and then he starts to move.
he watches you frown, your expression full of pleasure. "oh..." you whisper dumbly, staring up at him.
he starts fucking you hard and fast; the sound of skin against skin fills the room along with your moans and his grunts. you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his balls slap against your ass with every thrust. his cock takes over your hole again and again, and he watches almost tenderly as your hands grip his wrist. not to pull his hand away from your throat, but to keep it there.
"i'm gonna fucking breed you." he growls.
your response is an almost incoherent jumble of pleasure. "yes… yes, daddy… fuck, that's what i want…"
"say it." he demands between thrusts. "say you want me to breed you."
you moan loudly and nod frantically: "yes… yes, i want you to… breed me. fill me with your baby… fuck."
austin stares at you, taking in the vast expanse of your body, from your trembling, spread legs to your perky breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts. you look like a perfect little dolly. and to top it all off, with every hard thrust into your supple body, he can see the bulge of his cock pressing against your lower belly from the inside out. you're so soft, beautiful, and unreal. so his.
"you'll look so beautiful when you're pregnant..." he murmurs, feeling his cock hit your cervix with every thrust.
he spreads your legs wider, deepening the angle even further. he watches where you're connect: your small body takes in his huge size with ease. he pulls out almost completely before thrusting back in hard, making you whimper and clench your hands around your wrist.
he groans and pulls his hand away from your throat to grab your face; his grip is tight, digging into your cheeks. your face in his hand is a sight to behold; furrowed brow, eyes clouded and brimming with tears, lips parted, pleasure written all over your expression. the sight almost makes him come because you’re so beautiful.
and, god, you're gonna be such a good mom.
"i'm gonna get you pregnant, you hear me?” he says, almost in a whisper, staring intently at you. he pulls out and then thrusts back into you, hard, burying himself all the way inside you, making you arch your back and let out a loud moan. "and then you're gonna give birth." he does the same, drawing another moan from you. "and then i'm gonna get you pregnant again." he pulls out again and sinks into you. you moan again. "and again." once more, this time harder. "and again." this time, you close your eyes tightly, and his expression softens as he sees two tears sliding down your face. "i know you want it."
you don't say a word, but your pussy is so wet and loose from the stretching of his cock that he's practically sliding into a warm, slippery hole made to receive his cum. he pulls back again and thrusts deep inside you, rubbing his pubic bone against your clit.
you whine helplessly and throw your head back, your legs shaking around his waist.
seeing you fall apart like that makes him absolutely wild. he starts fucking you again, with deep and fast thrusts, grinding that pubic bone against your clit with each snap of his hips.
"shit... can you feel my cock?" he reaches down. "baby?"
you nod frantically, tears leaking from your eyes. "you're so big..."
austin growls, wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull your legs back and open them wider. he's watching his thick, throbbing dick slide in and out of your small, pink pussy. he spreads your cheeks slightly, watching how your hole stretches around him.
your pussy is completely stuffed by his member, and it looks adorable and obscene at the same time. he starts fucking you harder and faster, his heavy balls slapping against your baby hole.
"god damn, you're so fucking tiny..."
his cock is so big and hard that it hits your cervix with every thrust, making you cry out in pleasure and pain.
he feels your walls vibrate and clench around him, knowing you're close. he circles your throat with his hand, applying light pressure as he enters you.
"cum on my cock, honey. show me how much you want my baby."
the pressure on your throat makes you moan louder and tighter around his cock. "o-oh... austin... austin, i..." your pussy starts clamping down hard around his size.
seeing you come apart around his dick makes his balls tighten. he watches your small body convulse, your breasts bouncing as you moan. he spreads your legs wider again, hammering inside you deep and fast, hitting that perfect spot that makes you screech.
austin gets even harder inside you, if that's possible, feeling your pussy milking his cock. he wraps an arm around your waist and suddenly flips you over, leaving you on all fours. he spanks you hard before grabbing your hips and pulling you back onto his member.
you moan, your face buried in the pillow.
he sinks deeply into you again, starting to set a firm pace. staring down at your body positioned beneath him, he swears nothing is a hotter sight. your lean body with curves accentuated with the arch of your back, the way your black hair spills in messy waves over your shoulders and that ass of yours is so perfectly round and welcomed his hands in a firm grip.
"do you want my baby inside you?"
you moan loudly, pushing back to him, feeling him even deeper. he feels you get wetter and tighter at the thought of being pregnant with his child. with a loud groan, he starts to fuck you even harder and faster.
he slaps his hand across your ass, staining the skin pink before he's grabbing your flesh and yanking you back into his thrusts with a handsome groan.
"answer the question."
you nod frantically, your words coming out as broken moans. "y-yes... please... put a baby in me..." you arch your back more, pushing your ass out and spreading your legs wider, giving him deeper access. "breed me, please."
hearing you beg so prettily for his baby makes his dick throb inside you. he starts fucking you even harder, his hips slapping against your reddened ass with every thrust. "you're gonna be so full with my kid... will you give it to me? will you give me my lisa?"
you nod eagerly, pushing your hips back against him. "yes, yes, i will, i will, i promise."
"will you let me put her inside your body? will you give birth to her for me, baby?"
at this point, you're making non-stop whimpering and moaning sounds, completely overwhelmed with pleasure and the thought of being pregnant with his daughter.
"daddy..."
hearing you call him that makes his balls tighten. he watches your small body start to shake again. he spreads your cheeks wider, going even deeper. he finds your g-spot and nails it with each thrust, making you screech louder, cumming all over his cock again.
god, he loves making you noisy and squirmy like this.
your pussy spasm and gush around his thick cock. you're making a mess on the bed, soaking it with your juices. he leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as he whispers in your ear.
"you're so damn wet..." he spanks your ass again, leaving another red handprint.
your body goes limp suddenly, overloaded with two orgasms. you make a weak whimpering noise instead of moaning now. your hole is pulsing around him softly, trying to push him out because it's too sensitive.
but you don't do anything to push him away. despite the overstimulation, you stay still—or try to—so he can use your body. and austin does. he takes full advantage, because he's just a man, like the ones who destroyed the world. he fucks you hard against the bed, sliding a hand down your back to press you against the mattress, your ass in the air and ready for him.
you look like a beautiful little kitten.
"yeah…" you say in a purr, your words slurred with pleasure.
he smiles, leaning over you, covering your small body beneath his.
you couldn't escape even if you wanted to.
"what would people say if they saw my priscilla acting like a whore?"
and he's gotten you so used to humiliation that instead of complaining or trying to pull away, you just squeeze around his cock and let out a lewd moan.
"you're the one who wants to get me pregnant." you manage to say.
"and you're the stupid girl who's gonna carry it inside." and with that, he presses your face into the mattress with his hand and fucks you with hard, cruel thrusts that make you moan every time he sinks into you.
his balls are slapping against your overstimulated clit with every thrust, making you whimper and shake.
"fuck, daddy..."
"what? my baby wants to come again?"
"please..."
"beg more."
"daddy, please..." you plead, almost crying. "i'll be a good mom, i promise."
well, fuck.
"give me one more, then."
you whine and squirm weakly, trying to escape his relentless thrusts. but your sensitive body can't handle it anymore. you start crying out softly as he hits that spot again, your legs shaking violently.
with a final brutal thrust, he buries himself deep inside you and holds still, his hand covering your mouth to muffle your cries as he comes hard, filling you up. your body convulses one last time and you scream muffled into his hand as another orgasm rips through you.
"there..."
he stays buried inside you for a long moment, his cock pulsing as he finishes coming. slowly, he removes his hand from your mouth and gently pulls out, his softening cock slipping free with a wet sound. you collapse forward onto the messy bed, completely spent and overwhelmed.
he collapses down beside you, pulling your limp body onto his chest. he wraps his arms around you gently, holding you close as you both catch your breath. he buries his face in your hair and just holds you, his heart racing slowly as he comes down from the high.
"you did so well, sweetheart..." he gives you a kiss on the head. "such a good wife."
you stay curled up in his arms for a long moment, your body trembling weakly. he runs his fingers through your messy hair gently, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks.
he smiles softly and murmurs. "i think i might have broken ya... you good?"
"i..." you begin, your voice tired. "if it happens..."
his expression turns serious, his arms tightening around you possessively at the mention of pregnancy. he cuts you off with a low, firm tone. "if i get you pregnant, you're keeping it. no arguments. i was serious. this is not... just a fantasy, i want kids."
you look up at him. you seem hopeful, and it makes his heart ache, because even though you were having second thoughts just a few hours ago, now it seems like you really want to be a mom.
"promise me." you whisper.
"i promise." he looks down at you, his eyes intense and serious.
"and promise me you won't care what people say when they find out."
he understands immediately what you mean, as if your minds were connected.
you're young. and it's not that he's not—he's barely twenty-nine—but you're much younger. you were eighteen when you met him, now nineteen, soon to be twenty, and even though ten years isn't a huge difference, you know the internet will have a lot to say when they find out about your early marriage, especially when they find out you're expecting his baby.
and of course, he's not an idiot; he knows the comparisons and ridiculous theories from people with no lives of their own will come. elvis, priscilla. austin, you. blah, blah, blah. but austin isn't elvis—no one is like him, let's be honest—he is choosing you, he does have a choice, he's with you because he wants to, not because someone is forcing him. and you're not priscilla—god knows you're so much better—you don't want his name or his money, you're with him because you love him, not because of some twisted plan.
and, you know what? in his defense, you're so beautiful and sweet, and he just couldn't help falling in love with you.
he looks at you. "i promise."
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