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ladylooch · 10 months

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Magic in the Kitchen - Kevin Fiala

A/N: This is a self indulgent moment. And I’m sharing it with you. I selfishly need you all to fall in love with Kevin, so I get more requests for him. LOOK AT HIM IN THIS GIF!

I keep going back and forth about bringing Letters In Your Last Name over here from Mibba, but to be honest… it’s going to be so much work for me, and it’s probably going to be annoying filling up your dash with the 36 chapters there are ☠️ If you want me to, I will. I think it’s some of my best work, tbh. But idk.

Anyway, this is Sam and Kev with a lil twist of what I think their life could have been after Kevin became a King.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, pregnancy

I awaken in our home in Minnesota after a previously long travel day getting back to the U.S. from Switzerland. My arms clutch my pregnancy pillow tightly, thigh tossed lazily over the other side in the perfect swirl of comfort. I feel the flutters of the baby kicking then the roaring hunger- the two things that awoke me. I run my hands through my brown hair, pushing the loose strands out of my face while observing 9:51am on the clock. Next, I find the strong, canyons of Kevin’s back with my fingers. He sleeps soundly, barely making any noise with how exhausted he is.

I scooch myself close, pressing my lips along the mountains and valleys of his deeply tanned and toned skin. He’s been working hard this off-season and is already seeing significant results. As my body expands and stretches with our baby, everything gets tighter and more defined for him.

“Kev..” I murmur, ghosting my nose down his spine.

“Mm.” It’s barely an acknowledgement.

“Want breakfast?”

“Nein, Schlafen.”

“English maybe?” I chuckle against his skin, dragging my teeth along his lat muscles.

“Sleep is all I want.”

“I wanted that too until your baby woke me up.”

“He’s only yours this morning.” He mumbles, digging his face deeper into his pillow and farther away from my kisses. I scoot closer again, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling myself as tight as I can to him with my belly. My fingers splay along his abs, then dip slightly to tease the trail of hair along his lower abdomen. The baby flutters, but it’s too light for Kevin to feel. His hand comes to my fingers, stilling them from where I feel his dick twitch with interest. “Sam, leave me be.” I can hear the slight annoyance in his voice and sigh in defeat.

“Fine, I’ll make my own damn breakfast.” I huff, trying to sit up. I struggle around on my back for a moment before Kevin helps, getting me onto my side then shoving me up by my butt. “Thank you.” I laugh, wiggling my underwear back up onto my hips under Kevin’s t-shirt. “Oof, that was humbling.” I hear Kevin chuckle as I leave the room.

I wander down to our kitchen, staring into the fridge for what we have available. I find eggs and bacon there, then a few pieces of bread that I can toast on the counter. I begin my assembly of breakfast, moving slowly through the kitchen, pausing to talk to the baby every so often.

“You are just a little gymnast today, huh?” I murmur as I put a pat of butter in my pan for eggs. “Or maybe you’re practicing your slap shot?”

The Nespresso machine finishes my coffee. I bounce over there, pouring in my creamer and taking a big first sip. I close my eyes, enjoying the nuttiness as it coats my tongue.

“Could never give you up completely.” I say to the cup, then set it down to go back to my eggs.

I crack the first one in the pan, tossing the eggshell into the open garbage can. I reach for another, frowning when I see it’s already cracked open and leaking. I scratch an itch on my calf with my foot as I work the mess out of the carton as much as I can. With the remnants of egg in hand, I turn back to the garbage where I see Kevin watching me. He’s leaning with his arms crossed over his bare chest with only a pair of boxer briefs on his body. The wide waistband lays flat along his rigid muscles, making my mouth go dry.

“You look better than this breakfast.” I muse, cracking my last egg into the pan when I return to the stove.

“You do too. I like my shirts on you better.” I’m wearing one of his team issued Kings shirts that drapes to my mid thigh.

“Welp, that’s good cause your clothes are the only items fitting me right now.”

“Temporarily.” He reminds me, soothing the wrinkle in my nose.

He comes behind me, brushing my butt against his modest morning wood. I lean back into his shoulder, letting his hands lift the baby gingerly to support his weight. I close my eyes, indulging in the feeling of his body against mine while he intimately holds our baby in me. He slowly lowers the baby back into place, then kisses my neck, sucking my skin into his mouth. A low fire ignites in my belly. I give him a little side eye, thinking of his dismissal earlier this morning.

“I already tried starting something earlier that you didn’t want.”

“I was too sleepy then.” He huffs defensively. “I’m not now.” His fingers gather his shirt on me, lifting it inch by inch. I bring my arms up, letting him take it completely off of me, leaving me only in panties. I stay at the stove, moving the eggs around in the pan. His hands come to my breasts, massaging them as his mouth works along my shoulders. His fingers pinch my nipples and I buck back into his erection.

“I really need to eat or I’m going to puke.” I moan as he pinches again.

“Okay.” He gently moves me to the side, taking the spatula from my hand to finish my scrambled eggs for me. He looks so good, cooking me food with a large tent extending from his lap. I giggle, pursing my lips together and walking across the kitchen to my toast. I take a bite, then bring it to Kevin for him to have one too.

“Thank you.” He says around his bite. I wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my breasts into his arm then biting at his firm bicep. “Hey.” He warns as my hand trails to his shaft, giving him a squeeze. “Do you want dick or do you want to eat? I can’t tell.”

“I don’t know!” I toss my head back and laugh. “Can I have both? Right now?” Kevin chuckles, setting the pan back down on the stove. He reaches for my hips, lifting me onto the counter. He hands me my full plate of food, then glides me to the edge of the counter. “Are you for real?” I ask him, eyes widened with excitement and surprise as he gets on his knees.

“So for real.” He murmurs, licking his lips as he brushes my panties to the side. I swallow hard, wedging my bottom lip between my teeth. He presses his mouth along my folds and inner thighs. I take another bite of my toast, smirking at his brown locks in the apex of my thighs. I chew slowly, gurgling on a moan as he encloses his lips over my clit. I swallow, then sigh in pleasure. One of my hands holds my toast and the other threads through his hair.

“A King on his knees for his Queen.” I tease him. He pulls back, looking up into my face.

“I’ll worship you forever, baby.”

“Jezzzzz-us.” I whimper as he puts his mouth back on me. His tongue is generous; his cheeks suck in with vacuum-like pressure. “Oh.” I sigh, leaning back against the upper cabinet behind me.

“Watch your head.” He reminds me of the cabinet pull before my head turns into it.

I drop the toast onto my plate, needing both hands to grip the counter next to my hips. Kevin is diligent in his feast. His tongue teases and nudges while his lips suckle and plump. Little noises begin to dribble from my mouth. I move my hand from his hair to the back of his neck, grinding into his face until my inner muscles clench. He pulls my clit deeper into his mouth, stroking twice more before I shiver against his face as I come. He stays with me, slowing his movements as I descend back to Earth. His hands run along my thighs, goosebumps protruding in their wake. He places a final kiss on my thigh before he moves my soaked panties back. He stands, coming between my spread legs to gather me in his arms.

“Toast!” I groan, reaching for my plate. He pauses, letting me take the two slices of bread. “You want some?” I ask as he moves us towards the stairs. My arm is tossed carelessly over his shoulder, face hovering over his with a smile.

“All yours.”

“I love you, Kev.” I sigh when we get to our bedroom. I press my lips to his, tasting myself in his mouth. “Can we just stay in bed all day? And love each other every hour on the hour?”

“Of course, baby. There’s no where else I’d rather be.”

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