bread isn't going to be the only thing in the oven
Jamie Fraser x F!Reader
Summary: You are working in the kitchen when your husband comes home with something particular on his mind. You are more than happy to oblige.
Content Warning: 18+. MDNI. Smut. Explicit sexual content. Cowgirl. Mating press. Alluding to trying to get the reader pregnant. Oral sex (m receiving). Vaginal fingering.
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: It is one of my goodest friend's birthday and she loves loves loves Outlander and Jamie Fraser and Sam Heughan. This is my birthday present to her.
I know next to nothing about Outlander, so read at your own risk. The word count got out of hand.
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He walks into the house, looking around for you, curls sticking to his forehead from the heat outside as he spent the day fixing the fences surrounding your home. When he finally finds you in the kitchen, kneading some dough on the counter, he leans against the doorframe, watching you work. His eyes over your form, curves hidden beneath the layers of fabric of your dress. But it doesn’t matter. He knows every inch of you inside and out.
Silently sneaking up behind you, his arms wrap around your waist as he murmurs in your ear, “Seems like you have been working hard today, sassenach.”
You just smile, “No different than any other day, Jamie.”
He buries his face into your neck, the stubble on his face scratching softly as he says against your skin, “Aye. Maybe not, lass. But you need a break.”
You press back against him, feeling the hard outline of his arousal through the layers separating the two of you, and he groans hips jerking against yours. Your hands continue kneading the dough, grabbing more flour to keep it from sticking. “What kind of break did you have in mind, love?”
“Seems like you know exactly what I had in mind.” He murmurs, his hands wandering up your stomach to the underside of your breasts, squeezing tentatively like he is waiting to see your response before moving forward.
“I have to get the bread into the oven, Jamie.” You try to reprimand him, but your voice comes out breathless. Sometimes it was annoying just how much he could get under your skin with a few words and touches. You could feel your body starting to react, your thighs clenching together.
His lips trail down the back of your neck, kissing along the sensitive flesh, causing gooseflesh to arise. Your hands go slack as your eyes close, head tilting to give him better access. You gasp when he sucks down where your neck meets your shoulder, leaving a deep red spot in his wake, his tongue darting out to soothe the area before moving on. His hands start massaging your breasts through your dress before one hand comes up to grab your chin, angling your head to the side enough that he can finally capture your lips in a desperate kiss. You melt against him, putty in his strong arms, mouth yielding to his, as his tongue plunges in tasting you.
When he pulls back, just a breath away, he holds your gaze as he murmurs, “Finish with your bread. Then you are mine.”
You kiss him quickly again. “I’ve been yours for a while now, Jamie Fraser, or did you forget?”
He raises his eyebrows at your quick words, a small smirk crossing his lips. “I didn’t forget. But I thought you could do with a reminder.” With a quick smack to your ass he walks away, tossing over his shoulder. “Come find me when you are done.”
You flick some flour at him as his laugh disappears down towards your shared bedroom.
Once you finally finish making the bread and have it baking, you wipe the counters down, wash your hands, making your way to find your husband. You stop in the doorway, as it is your turn to ogle his shirtless back, muscle rippling with every move.
“What exactly are you doing?” You ask.
He turns holding up his shirt. “Found a hole.”
“I’ll fix it tomorrow.” You say, crossing the room to stand in front of him, taking a closer look at the tear.
He tosses the shirt onto a nearby chair, hands grabbing your waist to pull you flush against his body. “What would I do without you?”
“You would definitely have a lot more tears in your clothing.” You say, bringing your gaze up his chest to his face.
“You are quite sassy today, wife.” He starts walking you backwards towards the bed. “Might need to do something about that.”
“You knew who I was when you wed me, Jamie.” You say, pressing a finger into his chest.
He chuckles in response. “But you seem to have only gotten worse the longer we are married.”
His hands start pulling at your dress, wanting to get the clothing off you as quickly as possible. Your legs hit the edge of the bed and you help him remove the offending clothing before sitting down on the bed and scooting back to the middle in just your white chemise. You beckon him closer with your finger. A wicked grin crosses his face as he follows you, crawling over your body as you lay back.
“I'm going to have to do something about your mouth, wife.” He purrs in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine, your hands already exploring the planes of his body. “I’m sure I can find a better use for it.”
He kisses you, lips pressing against yours desperately like he needs you more than breathing itself. And when you moan against him, he uses the advantage to press his tongue inside, tasting you thoroughly. His hands wander down your body, the thin fabric of your chemise doing nothing to hide the heat of his hands and body or how much you are craving him. He bunches the fabric up, revealing more of your body to the cool air of the room. His lips part from yours only to pull the fabric separating your body from him over your head.
You try to catch your breath as you lay back, letting his eyes wander your form underneath him. He knows every curve like the back of his hand. Exactly what drives you crazy. Bracing himself beside your head with his arm, the fingertip of his other hand traces over your collarbone and down your chest, between the valley of your breasts, trailing down your abdomen to swirl around your belly button and down again.
Your chest heaves, his eyes never leaving yours as he stops right above where you need him most. “Jamie,” you whimper, hips bucking in protest.
He leans down to kiss the soft skin right in the middle of your chest, his nose barely sliding against your skin as his lips press against the side of your breast. “Patience is a virtue, you know, love.”
“I possess little patience when it comes to you, Jamie.” You whine as his finger finally slides down, caressing your slit with a barely there touch. He chuckles, the vibrations running through you straight to your core.
When his fingers finally part your folds, you sigh in relief before a gasp leaves your lips as his fingers glide over your bundle of nerves with a teasing touch. He kisses over the mound of your breast before his tongue darts out to circle your peaked nipple.
One hand clenches in the sheets, while the other tangles in his hair. Not to pull him closer, but just to hold onto him, and let the touch ground you. His teeth gently scrape against your bud before his mouth covers your nipple, sucking at your soft flesh. You back arches off the bed, closer to him, right as his fingers start applying a steady pressure against your clit, gently rubbing the bud just the way you love.
“Oh my god, Jamie.” You cry out, and he smiles continuing to suckle at your breast before pulling off with a soft pop.
“I’m not god, love. Just yours.” He murmurs before giving the same attention to your other breast, making sure it wasn’t neglected. The sensation was electrifying, sending pleasure straight through your veins.
When two of his fingers enter you, you moan his name, fingers twisting in his curls, sending a delicious slight pain through him. “You are soaking for me, love.”
Your hips buck, trying to get his fingers deeper inside you when he hooks his finger right against the spongy spot against your walls causing stars to nearly burst behind your eyelids. Your hands run down his body, needing to feel him against you. His lips come up to brush against yours as your fingers pull at the laces of his breeches, your hand reaching inside to grip his hard length.
“So greedy,” He groans against your lips before kissing you, inhaling your moan as his fingers continue to slide in and out of your pussy, the wet squelch filling the room.
Your thumb glides over the tip of his cock, spreading the moisture around as you stroke him, as you pant. You aren’t going to last if the tension tight your abdomen is any indication, the heel of his hand pressing against your clit. Your hips roll, chasing the friction you desperately need to fall over the edge.
“Are you going to come for me, love?” He whispers in your ear. You nod, cheeks flushed, body warm with the heat between the two of you. “Give it to me, I’ve got you. Always.”
You cry out, falling over the edge as your vision blurs, narrowing down to just you and him and his deliciously torturous fingers between your legs. You clench around his digits and he groans. “That’s it, sweetheart. Feel it.”
He continues working you through your release until you are boneless against the bed. His fingers slide out of you and he licks them clean. You can only whimper at the sheer eroticism of the sight of your husband tasting you on his fingers.
You take a few moments, trying to catch your breath, your heart rate slowly returning to normal as he sits there, watching you with the largest self-satisfied smirk on his face. As soon as you glance at him, seeing that twinkle in his eyes, you reach for him and he crawls over you, settling between your legs.
He leans down like he is going to kiss you, but pulls back at the last minute, smirking. “Need something, love?” He whispers.
“Jamie,” you whine, pulling him closer. Just when you think he is going to kiss you again, he turns peppering kisses along your jaw. You tangle your legs with his, turning over in the bed so you are on top of him.
“Such a tease, Jamie.”
“You knew who I was when you married me,” He says, parroting your words back at you as you settle atop him. His hands come to your waist, pulling your chemise up. You raise your arms obediently and he tosses the material to the floor. His eyes run over every inch of you as you lean down, a mischievous grin on your face as you start to kiss down his chest.
Your hands make quick work to finish unlacing his breeches before he is helping you pull them off, revealing his cock standing at attention, thick and hard, the tip reddened and leaking with his arousal. Without wasting time, your lips circle him, tongue laving at the tip. You moan at the salty musky taste of your husband. One of his hands tangles in your hair, just holding you steady against him as he lets you have control for now.
You suck down on him, feeling him heavy on your tongue as it swirls around the tip, trying to drive him to the edge of madness. One hand grips him at the base of helping you as you bob your head, letting him invade more and more of the warm wet cavern of your mouth.
There is not a more intoxicating feeling than bringing this man to his knees with your mouth. The way he tries to hold onto control while you slowly strip away each and every bit with a swirl of your tongue. When you gag on his girth at the back of your tongue, he curses out loud, his hand tightening in your hair.
He can’t help but to watch you, tears leaking from the sides of your eyes, pleasuring him like this is the only thing you were put on this earth for. He groans your name, gently tugging on your hair, which just causes you to double down, moving faster over his length.
“Stop. Enough, lass.” He grunts out, not wanting you to stop. “There is only one place I’m coming tonight. And that is inside you.”
You pull off him with a soft pop, a line of saliva connecting your lips to him before you lean back in getting one more lick against him.
“Are you that close already, Jamie?” You tease, moving up to straddle him. You roll your hips, feeling him sliding through your folds and his eyes flash.
“Don’t tease me, woman. I need to feel you.” He says, lifting you by your hips and helping you sink onto him.
You gasp as he spears you inch by glorious inch, splitting you apart as you work yourself down until he is fully seated inside you. Your nails dig into his chest as you adjust to his size before you start moving on top of him. All you can feel is pleasure as his cock drags in and out of your channel, you roll your hips down each time you sink back down, your clit grinding against his pelvis. You can see stars bursting behind your eyes as your head falls back. His hands hold onto your hips, helping guide you in a steady rhythm.
Before long, he is unable to resist thrusting up into you, causing you to gasp with the force of him slamming his hips against yours, his cock kissing your cervix. The sound of your combined pleasure is all that can be heard in your room.
You can feel yourself drawing closer to release, and judging by how he is holding onto you, he is close as well. He flips you both over, still buried to the hilt when he grabs your legs, pushing them up against your chest. The change in the angle is severe, allowing him to get even deeper inside your cunt.
“Going to fill you so full you will be leaking for days, wife.” He pants, his thrusts turning more erratic. You reach down between the two of you, rubbing at your clit.
“Oh god, Jamie. Right there. Right there.” You whine.
A couple more thrusts and you are crying out as your orgasm washes over you like a hurricane, fierce and all encompassing. Your world narrows down to just this moment you wish could last forever, pleasure running through your veins as you clench around his cock, your pussy practically begging for his release.
Which he grants you a moment later, stilling inside you as he releases his seed inside you, grunting your name. His warm breath washes over your face as you slowly come back to, looking up at his flushed face, eyes dazed with pleasure.
You take a deep breath before you are pulling his lips to yours, kissing him with every ounce of love and affection you hold for him. When he finally pulls back, he kisses your forehead, releasing your legs, allowing them to drop around his waist. He slowly pulls out of you, watching his spend mixed with yours leaking out of you. He gathers everything he can with his fingers, pushing it back inside, like he can’t stand to see a single drop wasted.
He kisses your belly before lying down beside you and pulling you close murmuring. “Well, we will find out soon if it takes this time.”
You sigh, contentedly, “If not, we will just try again.”
“And even if it does, we will try again and again and again.” He purrs in your ear, promising you a lifetime of love and pleasure all in his arms.
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