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what a beaut

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omfg

begging for best friends dad smut 🙏 make it your own, but ur writing is literally heavenly

i <3 my bff!

(best friend’s father)

this is a trope i’ve danced around for a loooong time now and i finally did it

idk how many words, not proofread, kinda short and quick; i lowkey wanted to make a second part to this but idk

NSFW, smut

it was insane the way things had turned out. you had always seen your best friend as family, they welcomed you with open arms. so when she told you about the outdoor getaway, it was no surprise to you — you had spent christmas, vacations, and the occasional backyard barbecues with them.

of course you had a crush on your best friends dad but you never would of thought that you would act on it. you had a certain level of respect for your friend, but all of that went out the window when your dreams had finally begun to come true.

“you’re a dirty thing,” he said as he pounded into you from behind. his large hands grabbing at the flesh on your sides, using it as handles to keep impaling you on his length.

if only you could see the way you looked. head pushed into the seat, eyes rolling into the back of it. drool trailing out of your parted mouth.

the grip your pussy had on austin was amazingly good, it kept his hips stuttering and his pace brutal. it was all so nasty. the sounds of his pelvis meeting your ass, how loudly your skin slapped against his, the constant noisy gush from your hole. it was like music to his ears.

austin was in pure heaven just by looking at you, looking at his daughters lifelong best friend bent over for him, ass up and face smushed down. you completely took over his senses because if he was in his right mind, he’d know better. but when it came to you and your incessant tempting behavior, he couldn’t be in his right mind if he wanted to.

he was aware of how awful this was, you two were almost like family — supposedly. you had been his little girl’s best bud since middle school. but none of that mattered when he heard your fucked out mewls from taking a good fuck. he was a bit upset but he couldn’t be in the moment. he tried to though, which is why he sounded so mean.

he took you out of your trance by yanking your hair into a makeshift ponytail, forcing your head to come up and eliciting sounds out of you that alone could make him cum. “shut the fuck up,” he pushed out through gritted teeth, before covering your mouth with his hands.

tears on the brims of your lash lines begged to fall. you weren’t in pain, no, but the pleasure was just too much for you. the repetitive hit of his tip reaching your breaking point, the feeling of him pushing himself into you. those were tears of joy, you were finally fucking the man you’ve been pining over for years. you were getting drilled by the man you rubbed your clit to every other night.

“this pussy is so goddamn tight,” he paused to bring a harsh slap to your ass, “you gave it to anyone else?”

since his hands were now free from your mouth, you were able to respond, or at least try to. you didn’t really want to answer the question, so you mumbled in response.

another slap. “don’t lie to me, i know what you’ve done. y’jus lucky im here to fuck you now.”

his words had you clenching around him, clinging onto his cock for dear life.

“you like being talked to like that, huh? you like being fucked like a whore. f-fuck, you’re so perfect baby.”

his slight change of words accompanied by uneven thrusts let you know he was close to finishing. “mmm ohmygod,” you moaned, “please daddy.”

you had no idea what you were begging for, and neither did austin but it did something to both of you. he smushed your face into the window as he continued drilling into your cunt. “fucking minx talking like that, begging me for what?”

you couldn’t respond in the position you were in and he knew that. it was ironic anyway, knowing you guys were supposed to be on the lookout for your best friend and her brother. instead you were on their fathers backseat getting your brains fucked out. yea, you were definitely looking out for sure.

“ughh y’gonna make me cum baby,” he choked out, “fuck i love this pussy.” your spit was bubbling against the window as you were still attempting to push out sounds. one part of you was hopeful that your friend hadn’t came back yet, grateful that she wouldn’t be traumatized by what she’d see. & the other part of you didn’t care, you wanted to be seen. you wanted both of you to be seen, the way you fucked like animals.

wi the a couple of jagged thrusts, austin had reached his limit. he grunted loudly as he pulled back a bit from you and released on your back.

“can’t cum inside princess,” he chuckled breathily.

“mhm,” you replied as you slumped down onto the seat. tired as ever.

“y’know we shouldn’t have done this. let’s hurry and clean up before they get back, they should be close.”

you simply nodded before taking a while to get up. you knew it was wrong, too, but this definitely wasn’t going to be a one time thing if he thought so. you had three more nights on this camping trip and you were going to spend every one of them draining your best friend’s dad’s balls.

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he’s looking at me actually (on my knees)

ps: i need inspiration to write, please ask if u have an idea u want me to put to life, i need another way to procrastinate 💤

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y’all… austin’s black hair lives in my brain 24/7

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literally devoured.

austin smut where him and the reader get super high??? it’s super sloppy and messy and he lets out some pent up rage? i feel like that’s hot

blazed

1.8k words, not proofread (it’s 6am i haven’t slept, i will fix when i awake)

SMUTTTTT & weed — can’t go wrong w this combo

once again, please lmk if this is not what you wanted, i always want to deliver. hope u enjoy!

“holy shit stop chiefing” you giggled as you extended your arm towards your golden haired friend.

“shut up,” he choked out. nonetheless, he passed the joint. 

you inhaled and closed your already low eyes, allowing the fuzzy funny feeling to take over your mind.

“hey,” you damn near shouted, “next time, i’ll bring. i’ll roll a blunt.”

austin would’ve scolded you for how loud you were talking if he wasn’t so taken aback by your words. he scoffed, “you? roll a blunt? please.”

to which you replied jokingly offended, “oh really? cus i’d love to see you roll one.” 

he didn’t say anything but he laughed and held his head down. the silence making you aware of how much time had passed since you got to austin’s place. 

when you first arrived, you had accompanied him in his car while he was waiting on his plug. the guy was cool, especially when he threw in a free gram after trying to flirt with you. you were so busy drooling over bud, you didn’t realize how tight austin’s jaw had been clenched. knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel, ready to pull off and run over the mf’s foot. 

however, he waited until the loser was done throwing pick up lines your way. poor guy didn’t even notice how you only looked at him when he still had the bag in his hand. now that it was in your possession, you never picked your head up once to look back at him. 

instead of smoking what he had just bought, austin pulled out a pre roll for the two of you to smoke. “how lame,” you muttered, as if you didn’t just get free weed just for being pretty. insane that i can still pull even in an old tee and pajama pants. 

now here you were, sitting next to him on the living room floor of his apartment. you thought about his comment shitting on you and your rolling skills and it made your mind wander. you were curious as to how focus he would look. how his forefront strands of hair would hang as he’d look up at you through them. eyes piercing into your own and he’d bring the paper to his mouth and seal it with a lick.

god, thinking of that part right there was enough to have you sitting across from his with your mouth agape, looking dumb as hell. you quickly tried to clear your brain so you could speak a coherent sentence.

“leeettttssss do something,” you sang as you tapped your fingers together, posed as an evil villain. 

“like?”

“i don’t know honestly,” you took a while to find the rest of your sentence. “maybe a snack, im about to get hungry.”

he just stared at you. you stared back, standing your ground. if you wanted a snack, you were gonna get a goddamn snack.

after a brief moment of intense eye contact, he bursted into a fit of laughter, “i’m sorry, i literally didn’t hear anything you just said.”

as you sat there annoyed and hungry, you rolled your eyes before getting up and walking to the kitchen.

it took him a few minutes to calm down so you just rummaged through his stuff while he found it in him to stop hacking like a hyena.

you found a tub of ice cream in the freezer and you diverted your attention to his cabinets in hopes of finding caramel or any toppings.

you heard a big sigh and soft footsteps before being enveloped from behind. this was new, austin had never done anything like this before. 

“aww is the big baby mad i made a joke,” he mocked. as quickly as you felt warmth from his embrace, was as quickly as you felt ice cold.

“asshole,” you said as you tried to push him off by pushing yourself away from the counter. 

neither of you budged. he held tight.

“look, i have the munchies and im really not in the mood, aus. let’s just eat and find something to do. just please don’t blow my high.”

he immediately jolted back. “don’t blow your high?” he repeated in aggravated disbelief. he did a 180 before speaking again, “alright fineee, c’mon let’s make a sundae and find something funny to watch”

you were thankful for his quick change of attitude. 

he had pulled out a bunch of junk ranging from sprinkles and peanuts to marshmallow sauce. you were excited. 

you both sat on the sofa, searching through a streaming service for something to kick off the giggles. 

“you are taking entirely too long,” austin slowly managed to get out. it was accompanied by a chuckle. “the ice cream is melting and i’m about to spark up again.”

“well how about you look,” you said sternly before rapidly softening your features, “i kept getting stuck and just staring into space,” you giggled.

after smoking some more and finally settling down on a youtube video, you both had began slurping the melted concoction.

you must’ve been eating like a starved man the way austin had completely stopped and just watched you.

when you finally noticed his eyes on you, you got flushed. 

with his spoon gripped tightly in his hand, he sunk himself into the couch, pressing his back into it. “don’t stop.”

his eyes were hooded and red, his mouth slightly parted. his wish was your command, for now. you picked up your spoon and instead of putting it directly to your mouth, you let it drip into your mouth, ice cream running down your chin.

the bunch cherries that you had put on top that were now floating in the bowl, you brought those to your lips and teased them with your tongue. softly gliding your tongue around them only to take them into your mouth while and suck.

one of them being really soggy, burst from the pressure of your mouth. with now dark stained lips that tasted of sweet sugar, you began to lift your arms to take off your shirt.

austin pounced on you and instantly latched his mouth to your boob. the sensation was so intense especially since you were high. you threw your head back and closed your eyes as he took turns attacking both of your nipples.

he attempted to peer at you, while his warm tongue was drawing circles around your sensitive buds. 

just from that alone, you began to writhe against him, bucking your hips hoping he’ll get the hint and tend to other matters.

hint taken. he brought his hands down to your pants. he tugged on the waistband for you to take them off. after quickly pushing his head away from your chest, you did just as he wanted. 

he laid you back down and trailed small kisses down your stomach to your heat, where he began to eat like he hadn’t eaten in months. your view was obscene. his mouth and chin glistening with a coat of your fresh slick on it, the way his hair and head moved viscerally as he was immersed into eating you out. he made out with your vagina, alternating between sucking on your clit and diving his tongue into your hole.

the combinations were making you twitch while trying to keep your eyes on him. your hands found his hair and whenever you tugged, it made him even more of an underfed monster. he placed his hands on the back of your knees and took you from your spread eagle position and pushed your legs all the way back. he held you down that way too, as ate you with more force, his nose getting involved.

he stopped for a breather, pulled himself up for air. you can’t even begin to comprehend what the hell just happened. and before you could try, he drew a long line of warm spit onto your puffy and swollen cunt.

“are you ready,” he asked.

you nodded your head. and in he went, slowly. it took a second getting adjusted to his size. he kept moving at a leisurely pace to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you. that is, until he saw your facial expressions change, going from tense to fucked out again.

he began to roll his hips as he sped up. “you think the plug can fuck you like this?”

you weren’t even sure you understood what he said. you just grumbled in response.

“hm?” he questioned as he tapped your face lightly.

“turn around.”

he had you leaning over the armrest of the couch as he pounded you from behind. the fat as your ass jiggling every time his pelvis met your cheeks. he loved watching your body move, he was mesmerized. he delivered a couple blows every now and then just to see it move on command, or he’d take ahold of your love handles and use them as helping points.

he had slutted you out, your face was flat on its right side on the armrest, spit drooling from your mouth, and eyes damn near closed. 

“how much weed do you think he’d give you if you let him fuck you?” he ticked his tongue, “tch, not a lot from what i’m seeing.”

“a-austin please,” you whined. he was being unnecessarily rude. telling lies. he knows you are beyond capable of getting anything you want with the way you guys were fucking.

“i’m just mmm- messing,” he moaned, “ah fuck. fuck me baby.”

and that you did. you threw it back to meet his thrusts and you did so with enough force to make him cum instantly. 

he swatted at your ass before grabbing it, “fuck baby you’re gonna drain me.”

hearing that made you go even faster, determined to make him cum. he didn’t know what to do or where to grab or what to say. his hands went from your butt, to your sides, to your hair. holding two makeshift pigtails as he started to overpower your thrusts with his own. 

“ohhmy- mmm austin,” you begged, “pl-“ he shoved his hand over your mouth, forcing your head to tilt back as it felt like he reached a new depth within you with this position.

“shut the fuck up.” though, you could barely hear him over the sounds of the slapping skin.

“i-i’m gonna cum baby.”he said loudly before quickly pulling out of you, to let his load spray onto your back. your body immediately dropped. you were just lying there for a bit so you didn’t see him leave to go get you a cool towel to clean you up.

your chest was heaving, you were covered in sweat, you could imagine what you looked like now. if the plug saw you right now, would you still be able to pull?

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plaything

austin doesn’t let the reader finish until he wants her to

literally no plot, just smut

warnings: orgasm denial, teasing, oral (f receiving), degradation, edging, a little overstim, implied age gap, possessive austin, daddy kink

this is my first time writing, it’s so nasty but kind of hot. i’m a sucker for an older guy, so i picture a sexy age gap. anyways, enjoy!

austin hadn’t let you off easily, forbidding you from touching yourself while simultaneously leaving you unfinished and begging, writhing; a string of desperate whines and pleas leaving your throat. it was clear to you he didn’t care for your pleasure, he just wanted to get himself off. you were nothing more than a fuckdoll to him. he’d no shame in pulling you by your hair- no matter when; no matter where, dragging you to the nearest bathroom, shed, closet, whatever- and fucking you senseless

“fuck- you’re such a slut baby,”

“your cunt is so fucking tight, just for me”

“you’re-fuck, gonna be the death of me..”

he cooed ‘affectionate’ remarks at you in between progressively sloppier thrusts- if they could even be labelled affectionate. you regarded it as love on his part, you both know you enjoyed being degraded, and he knew you’d do anything to make daddy cum. sometimes, whilst jackhammering into your pussy, he’d lazily reach down and thumb at your untouched clit in circular motions, occasionally dipping his hand down to where you both connected, attempting to fit one of his thick fingers in alongside. he did this just to hear you scream his name, and he’d stop as soon as he felt his climax nearing.

it was habitual, his hips would begin to stutter, his moans would get more desperate- louder and lower, his degrading remarks would descend into a string of pet names, his eyes fluttering closed as he groaned. “babybabybaby”

and then it was over, he’d pull out with a desperately hot groan, his cum painting every part of your body as he’d collapse onto the bed, his larger frame dipping the mattress next to you. you’d scream his name to no avail, trying to chase the high that he brought you near, but never cared to complete. your own hand darted down to your throbbing clit, rubbing desperate and fast circles around the sensitive nerves before they were met with a sharp slap on austin’s behalf, and then an absence of any sensation. he’d pull your hands away from your clit, puffy and leaking.

“you cum, when i make you cum, i don’t fuck college whores who get off on anyone’s fingers but mine.” he’d growl, pulling your thighs apart after you’d began rubbing them together in an attempt at any friction, his words turning you on impossibly more; you felt like you could cum untouched, coaxed by more of his dirty, perverted requests. you let him know, too, babbling incoherent sentences and grabbing onto his toned arms, repeating over and over again to just “let me cum daddy, i’ll be good i promise, fuck- pleasepleaseplease austin”

to your dismay, he’d almost always get up off the bed, watching you writhing and twitching from your previous proximity to your orgasm, and spit out:

“you’re so desperate it’s pathetic,”

before walking away to take a scathing hot shower, leaving you sensitive, but obedient enough to never touch yourself in the hopes that he’d come back and please you to completion.

in those blissful moments where he’d come back from the bathroom after an excruciatingly long time, finding pleasure in the confidence that you’d wait for him to make you cum, he’d hover his tall frame over you, watching attentively, towel loosely hanging on his hips, v line completely visible above the thin cloth, hair still wet as an aftermath of his shower. he’d let out a gruff and low laugh at how much of you whore you were being, fucked out without being allowed to cum. he found it comical, and a fucking sexy sight to see. his girl, spread out just for him, obedient and desperate to please him in any way you could. he got hard again just thinking about it.

he’d lower himself, much to your relief as you let out a pleasured sigh, letting your head fall back against the bed as his stubble brushed your clit alongside his nose, teasing you one last time, evoking a sharp twitch in your abdomen, before he brought his tongue out to swirl around your sensitive cunt. your desperation to get off overcame you, you couldn’t help but lose your fingers in his damp hair whilst pulling his head down to force him onto your clit. he didn’t stop you, instead alternating between sucking your clit- hard, as if to signal that he was still in charge, and swirling his tongue around your pleasure soaked pussy, focusing his attention on one sensitive spot that made you whine louder and higher.

hearing you express your immense pleasure was a profession of devotion for him, and it turned him on profusely, causing him to moan around your cunt, sending vibrations around you that fluttered around your walls. his sucking and teasing was becoming too much for you, and he didn’t give you a second to rest, pulling you down with a tight grip on your hips every time you tried to lift yourself in an attempt to catch your breath. he knew you could take it.

you felt your climax nearing you as you began to convulse, closing your thighs around his head, his still damp hair tickling your legs as he sucked harder and harder, also aware of how close you were due to the incessant chant of unholy curses and moans left your body. it was sinful, truly, his chin already soaked with the anticipation of your climax, mixed with the noises you made as he lost himself in between your legs.

“daddy, i’m so close, please let me cum, please let me cum, fuck!” you begged as he looked up from his task at hand, mouth never leaving your swollen clit, icy blue eyes focused on the pornographic sight before him, basking in it.

your climax washed over you as you let out a last scream of his name, pushing his head back down as you bucked your hips sloppily against his face, allowing yourself to release, the warm knot in your stomach untying itself as your eyes rolled back into your head.

as you lay there, panting, coming down from your intense high, austin outlined your clit in slow circular motions with his fingers to coax you through your comedown, making you twitch under the aftermath of the stimulation, bucking your hips up again slightly before letting go of all the tension in your muscles and collapsing farther back into the mattress, hands still intertwined in his now messy hair as he moved to lie next to you, using the white sheets to clean the remainder of your juices off his face before turning to face you where you lay, breathless

“fuck baby, that- was hot.”

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