NSFW, an excuse for minimal plot and lots of nastiness, breeding kink! Exhibitionist kink? Hmm. Also B being all daddy-like in more ways than one, fucking in front of a mirror
(Words that look like this are spoken swedish)
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Tiny, excited hands rip open the gaudy, snow man printed wrapping paper that adorns (most) of you and Bill's gifts for his nieces and nephews.
There are a few that are just plain red, which he wrapped himself and excused his laziness as being minimalistic.
The air smells of Ham and Turkey that no doubt is ready to come out of the oven, as well as cinnamon and peppermint from the assortment of desserts and drinks lying out on the Island in the middle of the kitchen.
It's odd, to be here in the middle of such a large, wholesomely uncoordinated family like your Fiance's.
"Happy Holidays daughter in law, let me fix you some eggnog."
His mother's smile is kind, and it reminds you of him. Her eyes crease the way his does, and your heart begins to swell with the welcoming of you into their family.
A strong pair of hands fit snuggly on either side of your waist from behind, and the scent of his new cologne (courtesy of you, of course, because it makes you want to eat him alive everytime you smell it) gives him away.
"Mama, she doesn't drink."
His voice is as warm as the chuckle that rumbles from his chest, right where your head rests as he rocks you both to the old Christmas music playing through one of his nephews new speakers.
"It doesn't have alcohol in it, smartass."
You don't know much swedish, but her cadence when pronouncing the last word is obvious enough to give away that it's an expletive of sorts, and you giggle.
"Little brother! Come here-bring the 'misses!"
Bill's mom sighs but let's you two frolick over to Alex, who greets your fiance' with a bear hug, and you with one only slightly less aggressive.
Your ribs are definitely bruised.
"So, Y/N," Alex pulls a thin box wrapped in an elegant, white bow, out of a paper bag.
"My girlfriend picked this out for you, cause I'm pretty daft when it comes to giving women gifts, so,"
He offers a kind, half lipped smile and you take the box with excited eyes.
You open it fast, and not just because the item looks fairly expensive. It also happens to be a nice box. In your defense.
You gasp as you look down at the beautiful ruby coloured dress, thin enough to feel like silk, but the material is cotton.
