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★ my girl (burt fabelman x reader) SMUT 18+

description: the kids stay at your parents' home for the weekend. you and burt decide to take advantage of that freedom.

content: 18+ SMUT!!!, handjob, blowjob, fluff, big breeding kink, talks about pregnancy, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, lots of use of "good girl"

pronouns: you/yours (female reader)

genre: mature/nsfw

wc: 2.2k

afab genitailia

It was the weekend of your anniversary. As most couples do, you and Burt wanted some alone time. Of course, you would never make your parents watch your children, but they had insisted. Hell, an offer is an offer. The kids would be staying at your parents’ home for the next three days.

It was strange, that Friday night. There were no kids running around the house, no one tugging on your pant leg asking you “what's for dinner,” or how long it’d be until then. It was just you and your husband. He had missed the purley one-on-one attention neither of you had experienced in a while, and so did you.

Saturday was another day to relax. You sat on the couch together and read each of your respective novels. Reading as you lay on his lap, and he, petting your hair as he read, pushing his glasses up ever-so often.

As the sun set, and orange-yellow light filtered through the window, you closed the book you were reading and kept the chapter you had left on in the back of your mind. Records sat on the shelf under the brand new television. You left your partner’s lap and sat your book on the coffee table. Walking over, you kneeled down and picked up The Temptations, turning the record to the A side. A crackle sounded as you set the needle to track three. My Girl.

“I've got sunshine on a cloudy day…” The Temptations sang.

Burt pushed his glasses up once more and finished the sentence he was reading. Setting it down, he stood up and smiled in your direction. You reached out to hug him, wrapping your arms around him tight. He sat his hands right above your hips and laid his head on your shoulder, quietly reciting the lyrics in your ear.

“My girl, my girl, my girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl…”

The man- your husband- towered over you as he held his forehead close to yours, pecking you on the lips.

You both continued to slow-dance as the tune continued. His feet moved and swayed harmoniously with yours.

“Ah, you don’t know how lucky I am…” He says. Burt lets out a sigh with a smile. “You’re my girl. Wow.”

You blush at the words of praise. “I love you.”

He plants a kiss on your lips again.

“I love you, more.”

“Pshh…”

You dig your head into his chest while you both dance, until the track ends.

…

There were no set plans for Saturday, besides watching a movie (by which you didn’t know the name, only that it was romantic) that would be on the television at quarter ‘till nine. As time passed, you would continue to read after your dance, and sit propped against him.

With time hurtling towards 8:45, you sat up and went over to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

“Got it, darling?” Burt said from the other side of the wall, in case you needed any help.

“Yes honey, I’m okay. Thank you!” You replied, setting the pan on the stove.

The popcorn began to pop on the stove a few moments after you had turned on the heat. You waited the few minutes it took, shaking around the pan to get all of the kernels popped. Once they were all done, you grabbed a bowl and poured it out of the pan, before turning off the heat and setting the pan back on the stove to cool.

You approached the living room, only this time Burt was kneeling by the television, clicking buttons, moving dials, and fixing the antenna for a better signal. Eventually, he had it fixed, and he turned down the volume to a quiet yet audible sound. He got back up and sat down on the couch with a blanket.

The popcorn sat on the coffee table and a dim lamp positioned in the corner of the room was enough to create a cozy environment. The curtains stay open to the backyard, and a view of the moon which glimmered and refracted off of the window glass was pleasant.

You huddled next to your husband and grabbed the other half of the throw blanket he had on his lap, propped your feet up on the couch to your right side, and laid your head on his shoulder. Burt sat, knees spread apart, and threw his arm over your shoulder. As the Warner Bros. logo flashed upon the screen, his pointer finger drew circles around your hand, massaging it up and down. He kissed your head and rested on yours.

After a few minutes of staring blankly at the screen, you were admittedly becoming bored of whatever movie you had been watching. Where the hell even is the title screen?

You looked up at your husband with loving eyes, but he seemed interested in what was going on, and he kept his view on the television.

A thought swept your mind. The kids aren’t home.

The two of you hadn’t had sex in ages. The last time was probably months prior, and even then, it didn’t last long. Not because Burt couldn’t last long, because God, how he could, but because the last time you had had sex you were almost walked in upon by your youngest, crying about a nightmare. You might as well take advantage of the time you had, you believed.

You looked back at the screen blankly and slowly brought your hand to his upper thigh. Burt let a breath escape his lips and looked down at the imprint your hand was leaving under the blanket. Your hand massaged his thigh slowly and treaded towards his crotch. The tent growing under his pants was something getting harder and harder to hide. Burt shifted his focus from the television and now to you, bringing his hand to the back of your neck and slowly dragging circles with his thumb under your hairline.

Your hand finally reached the growing bulge in Burt’s pants. You slowly rubbed your hand up and down his crotch, feeling him grow. His eyes met yours as you looked up at him again.

“Mhm…” he hummed with his mouth closed, smiling as a way of approval.

The hand that was just grazing his thigh was now unzipping his pants and grabbing his cock from the slit in his underwear. Burt positioned himself straighter as he felt the cold air envelope around his dick.

A low groan escaped from his lips and his eyes shut for a brief moment while you rubbed gently on his sensitive, red tip. Your hand had meticulously wrapped around his length and started a rhythmic up-and-down motion. The sight of your husband enjoying himself so much, with his head laid back on the sofa, requited licking your lips in satisfaction.

Burt’s head slowly came down again, and he opened his eyes to stare directly at the hand you were fucking him with. All the while, your mouth watered and heat pooled in between your thighs.

“Oh… you’ve always been so- ah- good at this, doll,” He said, preliminary to licking his lips and letting a quick stream of air escape between his teeth. Your head reached up to his face and you kissed his cheek.

“You’re so kind to me, baby…” Grinning on his bright red cheek, you said.

Your hand stroked him harder and harder. Burt tried not to buck his hips as your fist, wrapped around his cock, rutted up and down. The strokes slowed for a moment, which resulted in a groan, however your face had left his, and made its way down to his crotch. You opened your mouth and let saliva drip from the tip of your tongue onto his cock. A hand stayed lightly squeezing his base, your mouth enveloped the end of his cock and your cheeks hallowed out, before letting off with a pop noise.

His head threw back once more, only this time he let out a moan that made the space between your thighs even wetter. You pulsed as a reaction.

“Oh- God, hon,” he inhaled through his teeth, “you’re so- ah- perfect. You know- you’re such a good mom to our- ah- kids…”

You took your mouth off of his dick, with a bit of saliva following your mouth as you sat up to look at him and kept your strokes slow, yet steady. You went to kiss him on the lips.

“Thank you so much baby,” you said.

“Lets try for another… would you want that, doll?”

The general thought of being pregnant didn’t fancy you very much, but the idea of having another child, another that you loved and adored, that you and your husband could take care of together, made you elated. Without hesitation, you giggled with approval and nodded your head, before kissing him once again.

“I just wanna fill you up…” He commented.

Quickly, you let the strokes of your hand stop and you took off your shirt and pajama pants that you had stole from Burt’s dresser. He let his pants roll down to his ankles and he changed from his shirt to his bare chest. All that you were left with on the couch was a bra and underwear, and he sat up, completely naked and erect, his cock throbbing for your warmth.

He looked at you for a moment, encapsulating your body. You took off your parties and sat on Burt’s lap, facing him. His dick sat at the bottom of the pudginess of his stomach, just below his belly button. It propped his cock up nicely. You began rubbing your clit up and down his length, edging each of you on for a moment.

“I need to be inside you…”

“Okay baby, okay,” you replied. With that, you took his cock out from under you and played with the tip against your clit, before lining himself with your entrance and sitting down slowly, circling as you took all of him.

“Good girl,” Burt praised.

His cock twitched inside of you, which made you shudder in retaliation. The feeling was indescribable… it just felt so, for lack of a better word, good.

You began to ride his cock, beginning slowly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face deep under his chin, bobbing up and down. He thrusted into you, sounding slapping noises. You moaned loudly into his neck, while he groaned louder and louder under you.

The pace was kept by you, but was interrupted from time to time from out-of-sync thrusts from your husband, going even deeper in you than what you thought was physically possible.

“Hon-ey, hey,” he said between thrusts. You came to a stop for a moment. “I really want to fuck you.”

You clenched at his upfront words and nodded your head.

“Okay, babe.”

Burt picked you up and kissed you. He walked to the kitchen and sat you on the table

“Mmm… my good girl. God, I can’t wait to have another baby with you. You and I make such wonderful kids, don’t you think?” He prodded gently.

“Mhm...” you said, nodding like a madman.

“Tsk-tsk, Oh, how impatient you can act sometimes. You want me now, huh doll?”

“Yes please.”

Burt rolled his eyes affectionately and began to line himself up with your entrance once again, moving your body slightly off of the table, and grabbing your hand to sling over his shoulder. Your other cupped behind his neck, and you held yourself up as he began rutting into you.

Closer to orgasm, you both were. The both of you had been edging each other on until the point of unbearability. Pounding into you was Burt’s final act, and it was going to be a grand finale. He was never hard on you, but he wasn’t going to be that soft on you.

His medium-fast, hard pace was sending you into orbit. Grunts escaped his lips with every thrust, and he would smile at you as you moaned with pleasure.

“Good girl, taking me so well. Are you gonna cum, hm? Are you gonna make me cum?”

His thrusts began to get faster as he chuckled and kissed you again.

“Mhm! Yes… mhm…mhm!”

Strings of mhms left your lips as Burt gave it his all to give you the best orgasm in ages, and to paint your walls with as much cum as he could.

“You can do it, sweetheart… Make me cum in you,” he said, reassuringly as you felt your walls clasp down on his cock. Electricity shot through your core and throughout your pussy as you came. Fuck streamed out of your mouth repeatedly.

The vibration of your core was enough to send Burt flying over the edge. He moaned loudly while warm spurts of cum lined your walls. He panted and pulled off of you slowly, kissing all over your face.

He took his thumb to your hole, collecting some of the cum dripping out of you, before bringing it to your mouth. You licked his finger clean and closed your eyes from exhaustion.

“You’re so good. You’re so good. I love you so much, doll.”

You opened your eyes to see his bright red, sweat misted face once more. You kissed him sweetly.

“I love you too, baby…”

“We’re gonna have such a pretty child.”

You giggled. “I agree, hon.”

“We should start thinking of names!” He said, jokingly.

“Oh please, Burt…”

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