thank youu and do you have any recs? or anything you’d like for me to include (like sub/dom, etc)
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him being a sweet Dom, never too harsh. also breeding kink 🫣 established relationship....maybe "proud sex"? for like, him making the roster for the team
his perfect, proud girl, fraser minten
pairings fraser minten x fem!reader warnings smut, thumb sucking?, unprotected sex, established relationship wc 1.5k notes hopefully i did him justice 🙏 also is he fm39 or fm93? 😭
Even through his fogged glasses, the look in his eyes burned all the same.
“M’s-so proud of you, baby–“ you break off with a moan, your head tilting back when you feel his teeth nibble a bit harder around your perked nipple.
Your boyfriend noisily released it with a pop, his eyes glued to the singular string of saliva that attracted him to you. Then his eyes moved with his hand, his calloused fingers gently wrapping around your neck.
Your breath hitched when he used his hold on your love-bitten throat to tilt your head back towards him, your eyes filled with tears and his with an intense raw gaze. “Yeah?” He allowed you to nod, but kept his hold on you. He felt you clench around him when his other hand tugged your plush waist down harder, your pretty mouth ajar as you unashamedly moaned aloud, uncaring of any potential neighbours' hearing.
And without hesitation his hand slid up your neck to rest around your jaw, his thumb pushing your lips apart. His heart skipped a beat when he felt the way you eagerly sucked him in, your eyes closing and tongue swirling the same way it did with his cock.
His glasses impossibly fogged even more due to the change in his breaths, heavier pumps of air leaking out. Even though he could barely see you, he couldn’t move either hand away from you long enough to take them off. He wanted more, needed more.
He needed to hear your blabbles from around his thumb, hear how you sounded when you tried to talk with your mouth full of him– to praise him the way you both so clearly needed.
“Tell me more.” Fraser purred out, his tone, though low, evidently carried layers of seduction, “show me just how proud I made you, baby.”. And like the good girl he knew you were, you complied.
“I knew you could do it. Even told everyone about it too, fuck-” his eyebrows rose, a cocky smirk gracing his swollen lips. You knew your words affected him because his hand that was controlling the pace tightened around your skin just enough to pull you down harder in him, enough to feel his throbbing tip hit you directly on the bundle of nerves his cock always managed to nudge.
“What’d you tell them?” You barely blinked before you answered, before you very much alternated his brain’s chemistry in your favour, your words reverberating around his head before it shot down south to his cock, “told everyone that my future husband will make the team…” his ear burned as you breathed out the final sinker, “and that I'd congratulate him by letting him put a baby in me-“ Your hand moved down to grab his that was already on your waist and move it to press against your stomach. You didn’t need to uncurl his fingers to press flat against your stomach, not when he was already pressing his palm against it as if you were already carrying his baby, “our baby.” It didn’t matter how muffled your words were, he heard them clear as day.
He could feel the way his cock nudged against his palm in the usual way that drew him near damn insanity, his mouth watering and his mind filling with images of you plump with his baby– with you holding the fruit of your love, the product of his love, of his obsession.
He curled his thumb in your mouth and gently tugged your head forward. He kept his eyes open when he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the corner of your lips, and then another just because, before his tongue poked out to lap at the drool that was beginning to drip out. His glasses pressed against your cheek when he switched sides, his lips repeating the exact same thing on that side. Only when his mouth was coated with your taste and all he could hear was your voice he pulled his mouth away from yours.
“You’ll let me fill you up?” You nodded at his breathy moan, your eyes flickering from his frames, down to his nose, then to his lips, and back up to where you could only faintly see his eyes. Finally, you reached up and pulled his glasses off, plucking them and putting them to the side.
The relief of finally seeing his heavy gaze and glazed eyes made you tighten even more around him, enough to feel every ridge of his cock that was disappearing deep in your needy cunt. Confident that he won’t remove his hand from your stomach, you moved yours up to pull his thumb from between your lips– which only happened because he let it. “and I won’t let it spill out.”
He didn’t hesitate to switch positions, your back meeting the now warmed bedsheet with a small bounce. With his hand still pressed against your stomach, he pushed down a bit harder. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel it in your bladder.
His lips moved down to dance with yours again, his tongue pushing between your lips the same way his finger had earlier. The kiss wasn’t as messy as you’d expect, it was more loving than anything.
It rivalled every other part of him, every other touch. It was sweet and full of love, whereas his thrusts pushed into you like he needed something from you– which was as true as the kiss.
He kissed you like he had nothing to lose, and everything to adore. His tongue massaged yours the very way his hands did on your back after a long day, gentle and with practiced ease. He could kiss you forever and love you for eternity.
He was only getting started when you disconnected your lips with a loud gasp, your eyes blurry from the lack of oxygen. But he didn’t stop. Instead, he continued the kisses across your cheeks and up until he reached your eyes. He felt your eyelashes fluttering against his chin when his wet lips pecked a small kiss against your closed eyelid, his own eyes following suit.
He repeated the same to the other eye before his eyes opened once again, his irises blown as reflecting with his universe– your eyes meeting your own face through them.
“My pretty girl,” he kept looking into your eyes while he pushed his hand harder against your bladder, which caused both your eyes to widen and your legs to wrap tighter around his waist.
His other hand which was holding his weight played with a strand of your hair, soft enough to pass as a sleepy gesture. But you knew better because Fraser made sure of it.
Fraser’s eyes looked down at where your bodies meet, his lashline red as he watched the way his cock looked stretching you out. He pulled out far enough to see his tip bob in front of your pulsing hole, and his hand soothed your hair when you made a noise of disagreement, “shh, lemme look at you, mummy.” You were silenced by his coo, knowing better than to speak against his word. His term of endearment spat like acid but it burned like his lips, it was everything you didn’t know you needed yet.
He then pushed just his tip in, his lip between his teeth when he saw the way your hole greedily tried sucking the rest of him in. But he pulled out before you could, only to do it again. He could see the way these small teasing thrusts made his precum catch on your hole, and the way it forced his essence to drop down your lips.
He could barely force himself to do it a few more times before he pushed back in all the way, his balls slapping against your ass with a loud smack. “You’re taking me so good.” He moaned, which worked as a chained reaction. You sent the same noise back up to him, the column of your neck bared to him whilst you arched up into him.
“Please, baby.” You begged, your voice soft and cracking between each breath, “cum in me, give it to me.” His eyes met yours with the same burning look as earlier, his cheeks bright red and lips pulled open, “show everyone what else you could be proud of.” You purred the next words, your hand returned to its earlier spot above his which was in your stomach, “show the world exactly how we celebrated tonight.”
He was gone after that, as were you. And whether he got you pregnant tonight or not, the photo dump you were going to post on Instagram tomorrow for him was going to show enough for them to catch the hint.
While to you, it didn’t matter if they found out from a visible baby bump in a few months, or the photo of Fraser with him resting between your thighs with his cheek pressed against your shorts-clad thigh with his hand still attached to your stomach.
But It did to him, which is why he refused to pull out after he came in you for the third time tonight, his cock still buried in you as he whispers soft praises to his perfect, proud girl.
