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introverted-spirit · 3 years ago

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Pretty Boys (Part 2)

Link to first part: https://at.tumblr.com/introverted-spirit/pretty-boys-part-1/npwf68gyowlk

pairings: AustinxTimothee, AustinxReader

age group: 13+

warnings: none, no smut yet but there may be in the next chapter. slow and steady wins the race :)

summary: After their first steamy encounter, both of these hunky new Hollywood stars are unsure of what will happen next. One thing was for certain, though. One of them would end up in the other's room before the end of the night.

Austin and Timothee returned to their respective hotel suites as their assistants helped them get settled in.

"Anything else I can get you Mr. Butler?" "No thank you, Katie. And you can call me Austin, by the way." he smiled playfully. His assistant unclenched her jaw and relaxed her shoulders. She smiled, feeling relieved at Austin's relaxed demeanor. She was so used to working for rude, high maitenance clients. It was refreshing to her that Austin was so nonchalant and treated his staff like family. "Alright, Austin. Please do not hesitate to call me if you need anything. I'll be staying across the hall." "Go relax Katie, you've had a crazy day. Sorry about what happened with Timothee before. I know it was a pain in the balls to hand off all those NDA forms and get them signed." he said. "Not a problem, Austin. It's my job to make sure you feel safe. I can assure you that no one will get wind of what happened today on set." Austin blushed "Thank you, Katie." he said, bashfully. Katie looked at him sympathetically. His doe-like eyes were welling with tears as he looked to the ground, feeling humiliated at the mere thought of what he had done with Timothee. Katie felt compelled to help him. Her empathetic nature told her he was feeling low. She grabbed his face and wiped his eyes. "Austin, honey," she whispered, "Please never be ashamed to be who you are. You are not hurting anyone by living your truth. You can like guys, you can like girls. You can like both. You can like neither!" she chuckled as Austin began to crack a smile from underneath her soft, cold thumbs. "What happened today is nothing you should hide or feel ashamed of. But I understand you wanting to keep it under wraps. You have an image to maintain after all of that Elvis hullabaloo. But just know that there is nothing wrong with you. Live the way you want. Kiss who you want. As long as you are not hurting anyone, you are fine, babe." Austin locked Katie in a warm embrace. "Thank you for that Katie, I really needed that. It's not everyday someone on your team consoles you and comforts you, most of the time they're just here for the check, and to say they work for a celebrity." he chuckled. "I'm here for you always, love. Now I'll be across the way." She fumbled through her purse for her room key as she walked toward the exit, but stopped right before she reached the doorframe. "Why don't you call Timothee over, and you two have a little fun?" she winked, with a playful grin. "I believe he's in his room all alone for the rest of the night!" she raised her eyebrows in a silly way. "You know you want to!" she proclaimed in a singsongy voice as Austin's soft, white complexion turned a bright red. He laughed as he lead Katie out the door. "I'll make sure nobody knows a thing. This is a promise." she whispered as she walked toward her hotel room door. "Thank you" Austin mouthed quietly with prayer hands. Austin closed the door. Still looking down at the ground, he felt his heart bursting out of his chest. His palms were clammy, shaky. His forehead felt warm, and his tummy was doing somersalts. He wondered if it was the nerves, or the pizza he had eaten for lunch. Probably both. 'Should I text him, or let him text me?' he wondered, laying on his bed, his hand rubbing his nervous stomach. He sat up and took a hit of his vape to calm his nerves. He laid back down and closed his eyes for a few minutes. 'I'll take a little nap, and then see about contacting Timmy' he thought, as he gently dozed off into a small slumber. After what seemed like only a few seconds, he heard his phone ping. With one eye open, he looked at the notification he had recieved. It was Timothee. "Hey, I'm outside your room. Can I come in?" read the text. Austin felt himself beginning to sweat again. "Sure" he typed, his hands shaking. He got up off the bed and made his way to the door. He looked through the peephole, and there stood Timothee, with his backpack in tow. Austin opened the door to let him in. Timothee looked around in an effort to make sure the coast was clear, and entered, gently shutting the door behind him. "Hey," whispered Timothee, shyly grinning from ear to ear. "Hi" Austin said, with a meek smile. They both nodded awkwardly while sighing deeply, keeping their hands to themselves. "Nice room, man" said Timmy, "Mine is like half the size of this! This is basically a penthouse suite!" he laughed. "Yea, it is pretty big isn't it." said Austin, obliviously. "It's very, very big." Timmy replied, his lip now quivering ever so slightly, his eyes batting at Austin's cherubic face. Austin immediately got the drift. He raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes big and wide. "I bet yours is just as big, though." "Nah man, yours is way bigger. I can almost gaurantee it." All you could hear were the repressed pants of both Austin and Timmy. Their hearts were beating a mile a minute. They inched closer to one another, both equally unsure of the next move they'd make. In an instant, Austin lunged forward and locked Timothee in a passionate kiss. He placed his hands near the small of Timothee's back, and began pushing up his shirt as he gently felt his lips against his. He gently slipped some tongue, his hands now on Timmy's waist, his shirt inching up more and more. After a few seconds, they pulled their lips away from one another. Austin was still holding onto Timmy as he pulled away. He began rummaging through the backpack he brought with him. "I know you get nervous, and so do I" he said. "I wanted to set the mood to calm us down. This is pretty new for both of us, so I want us to be as comfortable as possible." Timmy pulled out a few candles from his bag along with some rose petals and a Love Spell mister. "How'd you know about the Love Spell?" asked Austin. "I watch your old interviews, man!" Timmy chuckled. "Now why don't you get dressed in something comfier while I set the mood a little bit?" Austin agreed and walked into his dressing room, shutting the door behind him. Timmy got to work getting the room ready for what he hoped would be an incredible night.

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introverted-spirit · 3 years ago

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Can't Take A Compliment

Pairing: Austin Butler x Female Reader

Summary: After months apart, Austin decides it is time you learned how to take a compliment. Because he has many, many to give you.

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Sexual Tension, Lingerie, Minor Public Play, Soft Dom!Austin, Praise Kink, Austin Has a Pretty Mouth, Austin Has a Filthy Mouth, Self-Indulgent Filth, Mature/Explicit Themes [fingering, oral - f receiving, penetration, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms] - 18+ Only

gif credit: unknown

Word Count: 5800

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Confident was not a word you would have ever used to describe yourself. For the purposes of career advancement, you had learned to ‘fake it ‘till you make it.’ You just…had not reached the ‘make it’ stage yet. Thus, it was still a complete shock to you that you were in a relationship with Austin Butler – a very in-demand actor with a fair amount of Oscar buzz. And the plushest pink lips you had ever seen.

You had relocated to Los Angeles for work almost a year ago and one of your more extroverted colleagues Mateo had taken it upon himself to ensure you had a social life. His ability to befriend and network truly astonished you, and he was constantly taking you as his ‘wing lady’ to the numerous parties he scored invites to. Mateo was a friend of everyone’s friend, and thanks to him you had found yourself socializing with a set of people you would have never imagined moving in the same circles as.

Wing lady responsibilities included allowing Mateo to dress you up in borrowed designer clothes (he always complained that women had the better options, so he lived vicariously through you) and making sure he did not go home with any of the people on his ‘list of the damned.’ You had perfected the art of finding the perfect corner, sampling the nicest cocktails, and finding the cheapest ride home from wherever you had ended up after Mateo found his partner for the night.

So that night, six months ago, at Quentin Tarantino’s house, you had been flabbergasted when Austin had sought you out. He had brought you a fresh cocktail to replace the empty one in your hand. Had introduced himself and asked your name. You were convinced he had mistaken you for someone else, but he had been genuinely interested in your career. You had vaguely recognized him from a couple of TV shows, but everyone was buzzing about the upcoming release of his new movie – the Elvis biopic. His presence at your side had pulled all manner of famous people into your orbit and he had introduced you to each of them.

When Tarantino, the host himself, had pulled him away to go meet some other people, Mateo had swooped in and pulled you outside onto the patio.

“That boy is down bad, sweetie.” He had whispered excitedly as he led you out of earshot of the other guests.

You had looked at him startled.

“I’m sorry, what?! He’s just super friendly…” Your lack of confidence had the unfortunate side-effect of making you utterly oblivious to the flirtations of men.

He had shaken you by the shoulders, exclaiming your name, cutting you off.

“What does a man have to do to make you realize he likes you, hire a sky writer? Take out a print ad?”

You had laughed at him, and at yourself, shaking your head.

“Shut up Mateo!” You had smacked his arm affectionately. “Although… it would be helpful if they said something like ‘I find you really attractive and I’d like to take you to dinner,’ but I do recognize I live in the real world. AND in this real world, gorgeous actors do not flirt with me and ask me out to dinner. Now, who do you have your eye on this evening?”

He had rolled his eyes but was easily distracted by your question, pointing out the incredibly handsome brunette at the bar. You had excused yourself after said brunette delivered Mateo a glass of wine and introduced himself to you, though neither of you could remember if he had been Brad or Chad. You were on your way to your waiting ride share when Austin had stepped into your path.

“I’m glad I caught you before you left.” He had smiled down at you warmly, gnawing on the right corner of his bottom lip before he cleared his throat. “I find you really attractive and I’d like to take you to dinner.”

Your eyes had widened as many, many things hit you. He had heard you talking to Mateo. He found you attractive?! He wanted to take you out. You had flushed scarlet and clasped your hands together in front of your body, tucking your chin to the side and looking up at him shyly. He had taken your number, adding you to his phone as ‘Flower.’

On your second date you had worked up the courage to ask him why and he had explained that your reaction that night had evoked Flower the skunk from Bambi – so strikingly – that he had had no other option than to call you Flower.

The timing had not been perfect by any stretch of the imagination. You had had three dates before he had been off promoting Elvis. Off to New York, Cannes, Memphis, Sydney, London, Tokyo. Long distance had not been easy, had not been without its issues – especially with the way his co-star Olivia looked at him. But he had been open and honest with you, going above and beyond to stay in contact with you via text and FaceTime. The brief stints he was in town, he made a herculean effort to see you.

Any time Austin was in close proximity to you, he was physically connected to you in some way. Holding your hand, sliding his arm around your waist, putting his hand in your back pocket as you walked, resting his palm on your thigh as you sat beside one another. He showered you in compliments, keeping your blush a near permanent fixture on your cheeks. As always, your responses were ‘I’m glad you like it’ or ‘I’m glad you think so.’ Never, ever, did you respond with a ‘thank you.’

August had brought Austin home, kept him in town for longer than a day or two. You had spent time with him almost every day that month. He had taken you back to the restaurant where you had gone on your first date, introduced you to the owner Charlie and her partner Mae, the chef. They were quite close to Austin, had him over for dinner at their home often, and had happily welcomed you into the fold. You had become rather close with Charlie and Mae, found them much more your speed than your now occasional role as Mateo’s wing lady.

September and October saw Austin off again, filming in Budapest and Cincinnati. Charlie and Mae had been testing out menu items for a new location they were opening in Los Feliz, and you had been happy to help with whatever they needed. Mae had even named a cocktail in your honour, which embarrassed you to no end – much to her delight. The opening was an invite only affair, their closest and best customers including Austin, you, and a number of other celebrities. Austin had managed to get the weekend off, scheduled to arrive around noon to give him time to get ready and pick you up.

November in the Midwest had other ideas, delaying his flight by six hours. He had called on FaceTime from his hotel room, apologizing profusely and begging you to go to support Charlie and Mae even though you were loathe to show up at a party alone. He promised to join you straight from the airport and you had agreed. Agreed because he had looked so guilty, because it truly was out of his control, because you adored Charlie and Mae and wanted to be there for them.

You glanced at your phone as you were getting ready, letting your eyes track the tiny icon representing his plane move closer toward you, the green trail in its wake growing longer, further away from Ohio. Pulling your eyes back to the lingerie set laid out on your bed you took a slow breath.

Was it too bold? Probably…but…something had pulled you into that store, made you tried it on. And it had made you feel, well, powerful? Still not confident but maybe able to hold your head a little higher in the sea of gorgeous people in this city. You had thought it would be a gift for Austin, as well, but you doubted that now…he would probably be exhausted by the time you came home from dinner.

The first time you had slept with Austin had been incredible. The man was both gifted and talented. With a healthy dose of persistence mixed in. He had stayed that night, and every night after, until he had had to leave for Budapest. He had been quite vocal that your place felt more like a home than his. He much preferred to be there with you than his unfamiliar, impersonal LA lodgings.

Debating for a little while longer, you eventually decided to wear the lingerie for just yourself. The lace brushed against your skin, making you shiver as you fastened the bra and garter belt before pulling on the panties that barely had enough fabric to be called that. You sat on the edge of the bed, carefully sliding on the silk stockings, clipping them onto the straps of the garter belt. The dress you had bought recently, in your favourite colour and just the right cut for your body, completed the look. You stepped into modest heels and grabbed your purse before heading out to the waiting car.

You arrived slightly earlier than was fashionable, but Charlie called your name and bustled over to you the moment you stepped in the door, pulling you into a tight hug.

“It looks amazing in here!” You exclaimed and she had dragged you to the bar where Mae was preparing cocktail supplies. She had hurried out to hug you tightly as well, before making you the first drink of the night. The one named after you.

“Austin’s flight is currently over Nevada; he’ll be here as soon as he can. He feels terrible…” They had waved off the apology and the three of you chatted until the rest of the guests began arriving.

As Charlie went to socialize, Mae disappeared into the kitchen to begin cooking, and you settled onto a barstool in the corner with a good vantage point of the room. You indulged in some people watching, enjoying the music and the atmosphere. As usual, people easily overlooked you in your quiet spot in the corner. The door opened about an hour later and the buzzing room quieted a little as all eyes turned to look at the latest arrival. You had a clear view of the door and bit back your grin as Austin stepped into the restaurant.

He looked incredible for a man who had been on standby for six hours, dressed in a charcoal suit with that damned black mesh shirt underneath, barely buttoned. His hair was the perfect mix of styled and tousled and just begged to have your hands rake through it. The small, vague ache that had been lurking deep in your chest, behind your heart, bloomed with a throb as he was very suddenly right there before your eyes. God, you had missed him more than you had let yourself admit.

Charlie and the other guests swarmed him with greetings, hugs, and handshakes. You hung back perched on your barstool, just watching his radiance. You were awe struck once again that this man had pursued you, wooed you. It was nearly incomprehensible. You noticed his eyes sweeping the room, seeking something until they landed on your face and those plush lips stretched into the warmest smile he had offered that evening. A smile meant just for you. A smile of reciprocal warmth swept over your features, accompanied by a warm blush, and you shifted to stand from your seat to greet him.

The silk of your stockings provided less friction than you were accustomed to, did less to hold your high heel in place, and you cursed softly as you felt your left shoe slip clean off your foot onto the floor with a clack. Looking down, you had tried to manoeuvre the shoe back onto your foot; struggling to right it with your toes before you could slide your foot into it to stand. You were so focused on trying to get the damn thing back on that you were slightly startled when he had suddenly knelt in front of you, picking up the shoe and holding it out for you like fucking prince charming.

“Thanks…” You had murmured, flushing hotly with embarrassment as you moved your foot forward.

Austin carefully slid on the toe before slotting the heel onto your foot, his generous hand larger than the back of your shoe. His fingers came to rest on your Achilles tendon, running along the silk of your stocking curiously. He raised an eyebrow up at you before pressing his lips to the inside of your ankle, making you shudder. Standing smoothly, he pulled you close, kissing you warmly in front of every person there. Overwhelmed by the scent of him, the feel of his lips, the warmth of his embrace after so long…all you were capable of was holding onto the lapels of his suit jacket for dear life.

He pulled back after a time, how long you could not say, and looked you over warmly.

“You look gorgeous.” He murmured, eyes burning into yours.

You looked down shyly, laughing, shaking your head, waving the compliment away with your hand.

“I’m so glad to see you. How was your flight, after all that?” You dragged the topic away from you and he indulged you, relaying the story of what it had taken him to get there.

“What are you drinking here?” He reached out to take a sip of the half-gone cocktail.

“Uh…. it’s the one Mae named after me.” You murmured shyly, reminding him of the ingredients.

“Hmmm” He intoned thoughtfully as he let the drink sit on his tongue for a moment before swallowing. “Almost tastes as good as you.” He grinned cheekily.

That grin evolved to open laughter as your eyes widened and you swatted his shoulder. He ordered one of his own and the two of you chatted in the corner, his hand resting on your knee, catching up. He was mesmerizing, made the rest of the room fall away, opened you up in a way that few people could. You hoped against hope that the tiny scrap of fabric between your legs was enough to contain your rapidly growing desire for him. Your body had a perfectly accurate memory of what he felt like inside you and was very insistently trying to remind you.

Charlie’s announcement asking everyone to move to the long family-style table jarred you out of the bubble you two had created, and you slid to your feet with a lot more care as well as Austin’s assistance. Hand on your lower back, he walked with you to two open seats, pushing your chair in before he sat beside you. You barely noticed the man seated to your left but managed to be civil and return his greeting and small talk.

The food was incredible. Mae had truly outdone herself, but you would have been lying if you had said Austin was not a complete and utter distraction. His hand started on your knee, innocently enough, but moved progressively higher up your thigh as the meal wore on. His fork fumbled in his hand, scattering the bite of food he had been about to take, as his fingers reached the lace edge of your stocking. He turned to apologize to you, voice a bit husky, pupils a bit dilated, and you felt the flush of – well maybe not pride, but you were pleased with your choices?

You were grateful for the way the tablecloth draped over your thighs, the napkin in your lap, as they hid the insistent exploration of his fingers. His long, elegant digits found the garter straps. Traced the length of them up and down your thigh. Tugged at them to test their elasticity. Slid beneath them, along your skin, in an act very much reminiscent of sliding between your folds, sliding into you. The contrast of his warm skin and cold rings against your flesh was exquisite torture. You were flushed and distracted and oblivious to the clumsy advances of your neighbour, but Austin was not.

His arm retreated from beneath your dress to slide around your waist and pull you flush against his side before he offered you a bite of dessert.

“You really have got to try this, Flower, its incredible.” He licked his lips as he watched you take the bite, your eyes lighting up at the texture and flavour combination. “Told ya.” He grinned and fed you the rest of his.

The man seated beside you did not even bother again for the rest of the evening. Mae escaped the confines of the kitchen and came to chat with everyone, basking in their praise. The crowd began to thin, the guests making their way to their next destination. You were surprised that Austin did not seem to be tired in the least, monopolizing a great deal of Mae and Charlie’s attention until they were drawn off by other guests. Austin turned to look down at you, smiling as he smoothed your hair lovingly.

“Should we head home, Flower?” He asked, thumb running along your lower lip, and you managed a nod.

He helped you to your feet, leading you over to hug Charlie and Mae before you climbed into your ride share together. He confirmed your address with the driver, settling into the seat beside you. His hand landed on your knee once more before sliding up under your dress to your inner thigh while his gaze remained firmly on the scenery outside his window. You gripped the hem of your dress in your fists, trying to keep yourself covered. His pinky stretched out, grazing along the soaked lace of your panties, making your head fall back against the seat rest. Both of you were roughly chewing your lips, and you saw his free hand adjust himself in his pants out of the corner of your eye. You swallowed roughly and focused on taking deep, slow breaths through your nose.

Your body jerked forward with the less than gentle braking of the driver as he pulled up in front of your place. There was no discussion about whether he was staying the night. Austin simply paid via the app and took your hand, walking with you to the door. You led him inside, gratefully kicking off your high heels in the entryway. You were startled as you turned to see him leaning against the wall, eyes drinking you in as his fingers pulled at his upper lip.

“You are so gorgeous, Flower. This colour really suits you.” He murmured in awe, and you immediately shook your head.

“Did you want a drink or something?” You tried to deflect but he was no longer having it.

“You really can’t take a compliment, can you…” He tilted his head, confusion painting his features.

You squirmed a little under that gaze. “I’m just…me…” You shrugged awkwardly.

“Those words do not go together. I think you just need some practice…pretend you believe me and maybe some day you will…”

You raised an eyebrow at him dubiously.

“I’ll say it again, and you say thank you. You can do that right?” He stepped closer as he spoke, running his fingers through your hair, making you nod and press closer to his touch.

“You are so gorgeous; this colour really suits you.”

“Th... thank you” You crinkled your nose and ruined the effect, but he smiled encouragingly.

“So, a lot more practice.” His lips pressed to yours, angling to the right to coax yours apart, tongue sliding to meet yours hungrily.

“Your lips as so soft.” He murmured against them once he pulled back to allow you to breathe, making you shiver.

You tilted your chin up, trying to pull him back into another kiss, your fingers curled into the hair at the base of his skull. He remained unmovable, his breath caressing your lips teasingly. You opened your eyes in confusion.

“Your lips are so soft.” He repeated in a hoarse whisper and raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“Thank…you…” The words felt foreign in your mouth; so unnatural a response for you.

But the reward was well worth it as he pushed you back into the solid wood of the door, lips crashing against yours once again as he hungrily pressed his body into you.

You delved your hands into his hair, returning the kiss fiercely as he pulled your dress up over your hips.

“Gotta see what my gorgeous Flower is wearing under here.” He nipped your lips.

You were not sure if that counted but he raised both eyebrows and you murmured a ‘thank you.’

He sunk to his knees with a grin, chewing on his lips something vicious.

“Fucking hell…all for me?” He hooked his forefinger beneath one of your garter straps, stretching the elastic before releasing it to gently snap against the tender flesh of your thigh, making you tremble.

“Uh huh” you confirmed with a soft whimper.

Hot, wet kisses trailed along the outside of your thigh to the lacy top of your stocking before he rose back to his feet, grabbing your hand and pressing it against the bulge in his pants.

“God you’re so delicious I can barely control myself.” He groaned, looking down at you with hooded, lust-filled eyes.

“Thank you.” You licked your lips and squeezed his cock, making him groan and attack your neck.

The obscene noises his full lips made as they hungrily devoured the column of throat had you squirming against the door. The sharp pressure as he sucked your skin between his teeth, marking you, made you moan raggedly and cling to his shoulders. Desire flooded between your legs.

“Too long without you…” He mumbled against your kiss-wet flesh before grasping your hands, his long fingers enveloping yours. He pulled you from the door, leading you to your bedroom. The closet beside your bed had mirrored doors, installed to make the room appear larger. He stood you in front of them before stepping away to turn on the bedside lamp. You swallowed nervously, waiting, until he came back to stand behind you, his fingers working your dress down and off your body. You could see the blown pupils of his eyes watching you in the reflective surface as the dress pooled onto the floor at your feet.

The look on Austin’s face, contorted in exquisite pleasure, as he drank in the full set of lingerie had your knees wobbling slightly.

“Jesus Christ, this might just kill me.” He groaned thickly and pressed his forehead into your shoulder. The shuddering, deep breaths he was taking tickled as they fanned out across your skin. As he tried to regain control of himself, you chewed on your lip before seizing on the tiny thread of boldness unfurling inside you.

“Thank you, Austin.” You breathed and he growled a little before pressing his body tightly against yours from behind.

You moaned richly as he rocked his hips forward, the well-defined outline of his cock pressing into the top of your ass. His chin came to rest on your shoulder, eyes meeting yours in the reflection of the mirror.

You both watched the progress of his fingertips as they trailed up your sides, gripping your elbows and guiding your arms up and overhead before running his hands down your forearms to bring them to rest back over his shoulders. You were left completely exposed to his hungry gaze; goosebumps raised on your skin.

His hands trailed back downward, ghosting over the cups of your bra. The play of the heated skin of his palms and the friction of the lace combined to make your nipples stiffen to pert little nubs. The hard edges of his rings as he manipulated your soft flesh made you whimper.

“Look at you.” He murmured into your ear, and you forced your eyes to take in your reflection. “So perfect in my hands. Just for me.” He massaged gently, making your eyelids flutter as you moaned a ‘thank you’ in reply.

“This lace is co soft.” He rasped. “Not as soft as your skin but…” He licked his lips before they quirked up into a smirk as he watched you squirm beneath his touch. “You like the lace too, mmm?” He had pinched your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them through the fabric.

“Y, yes!” You moaned, gripping back of his neck, writhing back against him before forcing out “Thank you…”

Austin’s hands skimmed lower down your abdomen to splay his fingers across the garter belt, rubbing the lace along your skin. He found the waistband of your underwear and he smirked broadly.

“Mmmm good girl. You’ve worn them on top so I can leave most of this delicious stuff on when I fuck you.”

“Thank you” You whimpered and were rewarded with his hand cupping you between your thighs, long fingers toying with your folds through the lace.

“So wet for me. Well done, Flower.” He grazed his teeth along the flesh of your shoulder, never once look away from your reflection. Your legs trembled, struggling to keep you upright.

“Thank you” You keened.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, sliding the panties down and off to join your dress on the floor before he grasped your hips. Lifting you off the floor, he walked two steps backward to sit on the edge of the bed, settling your core atop his right thigh, your back against his chest. You were grateful to be off your feet but found your hips undulating of their own accord against his pant leg, desperately seeking friction.

“How’s that working for you there, Flower?” He asked teasingly, nipping your ear lobe.

“Not…enough…” You huffed, shuddering as his chuckle rumbled through you before he lifted your left leg, planting your left foot on the bed beside his left thigh.

“You are truly a sight to behold…the prettiest pussy I have ever seen…” His hands had pulled your hips forward until your tailbone rested on his thigh. His long fingers slid along your slit before spreading your lower lips open, his greedy eyes drinking you in.

It was getting harder and harder to speak, but your throbbing clit, begging for attention, motivated you to form your quivering mouth into words.

“Thankyou” You had exhaled in a rush, crying out in delight as his lightly calloused fingers had finally landed on your clit.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder, fingers reaching back to slide into his hair, gripping his golden locks. His fingers merely brushed the bundle of nerves at first, teasing, until they dipped lower to collect your slick before circling and pressing against it in earnest.

“Like music, pretty Flower…” He purred into your ear, commenting on the gasps, whimpers, moans and pleas that fell from your lips.

“Thnkyu” There were significantly less vowels in the statement this time, but it seemed to have been enough as he responded by sinking two fingers into your velvety warmth.

“Oh yes” You hissed enthusiastically, hips rocking, matching the rhythm of his fingers plunging in and out of you.

He pressed his cheek against yours, licking his lips, breathing thickly as he watched your orgasm build. His thumb took over teasing your clit making your back arch and your toes curl your silk stockings.

“Gonna cum, Flower?” He asked huskily and you jerked your hips forward harshly, eyes clenching shut as you came with a strangled curse. His fingers continued thrusting through your climax, eyes transfixed on the sight of you, the rush of your nectar all over his hand.

“Fuck I need to taste you.” He growled and pulled his fingers from you, gently laying you down onto the bed beside him before sliding to his knees before you. He licked his fingers clean, closing his eyes at the taste of you, before shrugging out of his suit jacket, tossing it aside along with his shirt before coming to settle between your legs. “Mae can make a pretty damn good cake, but nothing will ever taste as good as you do.”

“Thnks!” You gasped out, hands wrenching at the bedspread as he licked up every drop of your last orgasm before concentrating on building another. The slick muscle of his tongue plunged into you, licking at your walls while his fingers manipulated your clit. Your stocking-clad legs snaked around his torso, ankles hooking over one another, your heels digging into his upper back. His groan of appreciation for your enthusiasm made you wail, so sensitive that your next release was not far off.

He switched his approach then, sliding three fingers into you fully, hooking and scissoring then as his lips sealed around your clit, sucking. Your first orgasm of the night had washed over your like a wave with a steady build up and a gentle crest. Your second, however, had hit you like a freight train. It made your body thrash, and your hands tear at the bedspread mercilessly. It wrung a wail from your chest, leaving your throat feeling raw.

“Well done, Flower. Simply spectacular.”

“san q” You babbled, shivering as he had slid over you, kissing you lovingly before stepping back to work the rest of his clothes off. Somehow, you found strength in your arms to push up onto your elbows, drinking in the planes of his body hungrily.

Austin was perfection embodied…like something carved of marble…and he was looking at you as though he thought much the same. You gasped softly watching him lick his lips as his eyes raked over your debauched form, his hand indulgently stroking his begging cock.

“My gorgeous Flower, do you think you can give me one more? Just one more?” There was a sharp edge of need to his voice, betraying how hard he had been holding back while generously pleasuring you.

You forced yourself to sit up fully, holding your arms out to him and he scooped you up, kissing you deeply before setting you on your feet carefully. He sat down behind you, grabbing your hips and pulling you back to lean against his chest with your legs on either side of his, your stockinged feet planted on the floor. You looked up to meet his eyes in the mirrored door, gasping at how utterly fucked out you looked. He slid his cock through your soaking wet folds, nudging your clit with the tip before it snagged at an angle on your entrance. With a roll of his hips, he sank deeply into you, making your eyes roll back in your head as his length far surpassed the stretch of his fingers.

“Austin!” You moaned raggedly and, he gripped your hips, thrusting the rest of the way into you, striking the spot that sent agonizing pleasure ricocheting through your body. Clinging to his wrists, wails tumbled from your parted lips as the beauty of this position was revealed to you. Each and every thrust drove his cock into your g-spot, driving the breath from your lungs, and any ability to function from your brain.

He pressed his cheek to yours again, watching the way your body wrapped around him, the way your slick coated your inner thighs and dripped onto his.

“Fuck, you take me so well…” He ground out.

“Th..nk…y…” You panted deliriously.

“…only want you…. Flower…. only need you…” His pace was speeding up, his rhythm becoming erratic.

Your lips moved, forming the words ‘thank you,’ but no sound came out. He would not have been able to stop even if he had noticed. He was too far gone, too close to climax. Those long, talented fingers sought your clit, desperate to ensure you came one last time. At the first orgasmic clench of your walls around him, he cried your name raggedly and slammed into you ruthlessly, finally allowing himself to cum.

Your head was lolling on his shoulder, body boneless as both of your chests were heaving in the aftermath. You met his heavy-lidded eyes in the mirror, and he smiled lazily.

“You cum so very prettily, Flower…” He slurred.

“Mmmm” You tried to speak, only managed a faint hum. You lifted your hand and pressed your fingertips to your chin before gesturing your hand forward in the ASL sign for ‘thank you.’

He laughed breathlessly, disentangling himself from you before manoeuvring the two of you up to the pillows, tucking you in tightly.

“Good night my pretty Flower.” He kissed your forehead before pulling you close, gathering you to his chest, and you gave up the battle against the pull of sleep.

You stirred around your usual workday wake-up time the next morning. Even though you had the day off, habits were hard to break. Austin was curled up tightly in a ball beneath the blankets, hiding from the light of day. You smirked fondly and carefully slid from the bed, grabbing your pajamas and going the washroom to change out of the remnants of your lingerie.

Your next stop was the kitchen, to make coffee. Mae had taught you how to use a French press after you had raved about the coffee she served after dinner, so you prepared two cups just the way she showed you. You made sure to add a splash of cream to Austin’s cup before fixing yours the way you liked it and heading back to the bedroom.

As you suspected, whether it was because you had left the bed or the smell of the coffee, he was slowly blinking his way back to consciousness as you returned.

“Good morning, Austin” You spoke softly, respectful of the fact that he was barely awake.

“Mornin’ Flower.” He yawned deeply before pushing himself up to sit against the headboard, reaching out for his coffee. “You didn’t have to but thank you.”

Grinning warmly, you carefully slid back under the covers, sitting beside him as you sipped your coffee happily.

“Oh wow, this is amazing!” He looked to you, wide-eyed, taking another deep sip.

You flushed with pride.

“Thank you!” You replied warmly before your own eyes shot wide, your free hand coming to slap over your mouth in shock.

With some difficulty, he managed to swallow his mouthful of coffee before carefully setting his cup on the bedside table. He plucked the mug from your hand, setting it on the table beside you carefully before climbing over you.

“Oh well done, precious Flower…Definitely deserve a reward for that one” He beamed down at you with twinkling azure eyes.

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introverted-spirit · 3 years ago

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every last shred of self respect would leave my body if austin butler were to even breathe in my direction. i'd legally change my name to "little bitch" and live the rest of my life on all fours like a dog if it so pleased him.

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introverted-spirit · 3 years ago

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baby love | dom!austin butler x shy!reader

requested by a sweet nonnie. i made it extra filthy for you.

summary: you've gained some “relationship” weight since you and austin first started dating, and you find yourself growing more and more self conscious as time goes on. austin takes his time letting you know just how beautiful he finds you.

pairings: austin butler x reader

word count: 3,678

warnings/notes: austin is a dom and absolutely worships you, established relationship, rough sex, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, overstimulation, it's cute though i swear. also wanted to quickly let you all know that you are beautiful no matter what size you are. so this goes out to my curvy/skinny-chubby babes. as someone that has been recovering from an ED for four years, my inbox is always open. it was extremely hard to watch my body change as i got healthy, so this one really hit home for me while writing it. much love.

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“I’m being serious, Austin.” You called out to him from the bathroom, tossing the bath towel onto the countertop so that you could get a better look at your figure. Whoever says that it was healthy for females to gain relationship weight when they feel happy and stable is an asshole. An absolute dick. Just six months ago you had been in the best shape of your life. You had been attending hot yoga three times a week and even started going to a personal trainer. You were positive that your taught body and trim waistline was one of the things that originally attracted Austin to you. You weren’t a celebrity. Far from it- you were just an artist who had been blessed enough to make it semi-big in California just a few years before the two of you met through mutual friends.

Sure, you were talented and absolutely hilarious, but so were a hell of a lot of other girls that would jump at the chance to date your boyfriend. Any time you brought up diets or started messaging your old gym buddies, Austin was quick to dismiss it. “You don’t need it.” or your personal favorite, “You’ve never been healthier, baby.” You grabbed at your stomach, grimacing as you realized just how much you must have gained. Twenty pounds? No. . . more like thirty or forty, if you were being honest with yourself. You had a scale somewhere in your shared apartment, but you were too scared to step on it. You dealt with body image issues all throughout high school, and you absolutely refused to go through anything similar again.

“You’re gorgeous, now come out here. I’m going to eat all the popcorn without you.” You grumbled under your breath as you shrugged on your thin white tank top and an oversized pair of his boxers, practically throwing the bathroom door open. He seemed taken aback by your sudden change in mood, noticing the way you were glaring so opening at him. “You go ahead and do that. I obviously don’t need anything else to eat today.” He gave you a once over, taking in your wet hair and sour disposition. Maybe he hadn’t thought that you were really this sad about it, because he was quick to deposit the large snack bowl onto the bedside table along with the remote control. He gave the spot beside him on the bed an eager pat, shooting you a small smile. You weren’t budging from your spot though. Seeing yourself in the mirror just a few seconds ago had shattered just about every bit of self confidence you had left. He let out a small sigh, leaning back against the headboard for a couple of seconds before leaning forward on the bed, moving his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. You must have been an easy one to crack because you found yourself shuffling over to the bed. The second that you were close enough to him he pounced, dragging you onto the mattress with an ease that still shocked you.

“Do you want me to die of heart failure from eating so much butter by myself? Cause’ I’ll do it. I’ll eat that entire bowl and then make sure to write you out of my will.” Your lips twitched upwards into a small smile for a second, Austin watching you with a wide grin as he waited for your mood to change. It always did whenever you were on this sort of subject. He’d do whatever he could to assure you that you were beautiful, and then find some way to cheer you up- only this time it wasn’t working. Your bottom lip began to quiver, your eyes filling with tears. “Oh. . . Oh, my poor baby.” He cooed, wrapping his arms around you tightly and pulling you into his lap. You moved your legs to straddle him, sniffling softly against his neck as you tried to keep the tears to a minimum. They just kept coming though.

“I’m not pretty anymore. . . what if-” you swallowed back a loud sob, whimpering softly before you were finally able to get the rest of the words out. “W-What if you leave me?” Austin was peppering the side of your wet head with kisses. He hated seeing you upset in any way. It made his chest ache and his own anxiety act up.

How had he not seen this before? How could he not tell how serious this was to you? He had always tried to brush it off with humor and measly compliments, but never took the time to really assure you that he wasn’t ever going anywhere. An immense guilt rushed over him, so sudden and heavy that his arms began to quiver as they squeezed you even tighter. “Angel,” He mumbled against your wet hair. “You’re the light of my life. I loved you when you were counting calories, and I love you now. . . but baby, you’re beautiful like this. I know it probably won’t mean anything coming from me, but I truly don’t think you’ve ever looked this healthy before.” You pulled back, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand before you motioned to your stomach exasperatedly.

He let out a humorless smile, pulling up your shirt so that he could place one of his large, warm hands against your skin. “You’re soft, and cute, and way better to cuddle. I’m a skeleton, and I used to be able to feel our bones clattering together.” This made you laugh. Your shoulders shook with it, your adorable nose scrunching up in that delectable way that he loved so much. “When I look at you I see love. I see a potential family- I see forever. I don’t see anything undesirable in the slightest, alright? I promise you. Sometimes I’m scared that you’re going to leave me.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to wrap your brain around where he could have gotten that crazy idea.

“I drool when I sleep, we have to get all of my pants tailored because my legs are freakishly long, i’m lactose intolerant and you love cheese,” God, he knew you so well. “I smack my gum, I drive too fast and scare the shit out of you most of the time, and I jump and try to shield my eyes when you force me to watch horror movies.” Your jaw dropped and you couldn’t help but throw your arms up in the air in disbelief.

“But I love all those things. You’re adorable.” Austin gave you a look, and you instantly felt like an idiot.

“Oh. . .” You licked your lips, moving to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Oh.” Sure, you weren’t everybody's cup of tea, but neither was he. You happened to be his favorite flavor though. People instantly saw him as this glamorous celebrity and wanted to be with him, all without knowing what he was like behind doors. Austin always thought you were beautiful. Whether your hair was frizzy because of the weather, or you had a stress pimple on your forehead- he adored you. Absolutely and totally. Everybody’s weight fluctuates, and so what?

His fingers began to lazily rub your hips through the cotton boxers, flashing you a lazy smile. “Yeah- ‘oh’ is right.” His voice had lowered an octave, his eyes suddenly locked on you and dripping with an unspoken suggestion.

You were always in a state of awe whenever you were around him. He always went out of his way to shower you with romantic gestures. You loved him with a ferocity that often destroyed other adult’s lives. It frightened you sometimes. It was as though Austin had possessed you, body and soul. He had hollowed out a place for himself deep inside your chest and made a home there.

You loved it especially when his blue eyes became lidded, his pale lashes catching the light like spun gold. It was often impossible to keep your hands off of him, so you never did. You didn’t fight those urges and neither did Austin. You two were constantly brushing against one another, even if it was just a chaste kiss or a quick brush of the hand- just like he was doing right now. He was taking his time with you, rubbing his thumb against your hips, slowly making his way upwards towards your chest. He loved your tits; told you all the time. Even as the months passed by, you could still see the excitement flash in his eyes whenever you were laid bare in front of him. Almost as though he couldn’t believe that you were real. That you were letting him touch you in such a debased way. He feasted upon your flesh hungrily whenever you let him, which was thankfully quite often.

You knew what he wanted the second those lashes began to flutter down, his eyes practically pinning you down. You still found it hard to breathe when he looked at you like that. You were still seated on his lap, and ever so slowly you began putting more of your weight on him, feeling that he was already hard. Ever so slowly you lifted back up, eyes flickering down so that you could get a good look at him. He had deviously thrown on the gray pair of sweatpants that he knew that you loved so much. It was probably because you could see his cock so well through them, even beneath all of the layers. “This is all you.” He mumbled under his breath, tilting his head to the side slightly as he watched you. He was never satisfied as far as you were concerned. He wished, some days, that he could somehow be absorbed into you- to claw his way under your skin. He loved you so much that it was maddening.

“Touch it,” His voice shook as he felt your dainty fingers brush up his thighs. “It’s yours.” You were tentative with your touches at first, almost hesitant. You felt better than you did ten minutes ago, but the self confidence issues were still there. You knew that you weren’t unattractive. You had a gorgeous face and a bright smile that lit up your eyes. Men still turned their heads to look at you when you walked down the street, and just yesterday a kid that must have still been in college tried to ask you for your number. That wasn’t the point though, because deep down there was a part of you that felt as though you weren’t worthy. Austin Butler was a Greek god of a man, and had a heart of gold.

Even after the endless laughs, the long nights spent talking, and the days spent curled up in each other’s arms, you still felt like at any moment he might walk out the door. You knew it was just a little extra baby fat, but it didn’t stop you from overthinking. Austin noticed your hesitance. He saw the conflict brewing in your eyes, like heavy clouds gathering just before a storm. He freed one of his hands from their spot on your soft skin, taking your hand in his and pressing it against himself. “Only you,” He placed a wet kiss to the underside of your jaw. “Always you.” And you melted. How could you not? Because he was right. No one could make him laugh as hard as you could. No one knew him- all of him- quite like you did, and you were certain that they never would. Nobody had ever taken the time to truly understand who Austin was, inside and out.

You were a balm to soothe the ache. You fulfilled him. Completed him.

He pressed his lips against the side of your head, his hand moving from the underside of your rips to your back as you began to put more pressure against him. You continued rubbing him through his pants, your fingers feeling along each divot and ridge of his length. The blonde let you know just how much he appreciated your touch, his low moans vibrating in his chest. “This tank top is killing me.” He mumbled, pulling back so that he could look down at you. It was an old tank top that you refused to wear in public anymore. Over time it had worn down to the point of practically being threadbare. It hadn’t been your intention to get him worked up like this, but it was certainly a plus.

He could see your entire chest through the white fabric. He ran his pointer finger over one of your nipples, smiling as he watched it reactively harden into a small peak. He switched over to the other side, his blue eyes flickering up to meet your eyes. He knew that eye contact during times like this did something to you. He’d be carrying out the dirtiest, most lewd acts, all while his lips are upturned into a smug little smile; eyes bright blue and boring into yours. You let out a small gasp, and that smile of his widened into a grin. “You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” You moved your hand away from his front, instead opting to work him up by pressing your core against him. You slowly began rocking your hips back and forth, careful not to put too much pressure.

You could be quite the tease when you wanted to be. Right now you wanted to work him up into a damn near frenzy. He’d be rougher with you that way.

“Yeah?” You questioned breathlessly, and his eyes did that thing. You watched in real time as his pupils began to dilate. “Yeah.” He agreed, nodding his head as he cupped your breasts in his large hand. He gave it a squeeze, rolling your pebbled nipple between his fingers tightly, nearly to the point of pain. Your hips jerked forward as you let out a hiss. His eyes widened at the added pressure to the friction, a breathy groan escaping his lips. “You wanna know something?” His tongue darted out to lick his dry lips, gathering up the fabric of your tank top so that he could finally feel your bare skin. “You may think that you look big, but look at how tiny you are compared to me. Hmm?” His hand slid up from your sternum to your throat, your breath getting caught there. He was over six feet tall, and his hand was the size of your head. No matter how big you might have gotten, the man was a giant compared to your stature. He added pressure to his thumb, feeling your pulse as he cut off a bit of the blood flow. Your eyes flickered open, needing to see his face as he moved his free hand down to your hip, grinding your own hips against him now. You didn’t stop him. You couldn’t tease him anymore. You’d take anything he gave you.

His eyes were practically rolling back in his head at the mere look on your face. “Keep looking at me with those big eyes like that and I might cum just from this.” The friction felt good, his length sliding along your core, stimulating you- but it wasn’t enough. You needed more. “Please.” You choked out, starting to get light headed. He tightened his hold on your throat to the point that you were beginning to see stars. He continued dragging your hips back and forth against him, moving his own hips languidly. “You’re such a greedy little thing, huh?” You were, you were, you were. Your lips parted, your head starting to tilt back so that you could stare at the ceiling. You needed something to look at that wasn’t him- because sometimes his gaze got to be too much. When he looked at you like that- like you were the only thing in the world that mattered- you came undone too quickly. “Do you feel how beautiful I think you are?” You did. He was as hard as stone beneath you. The second you nodded he had you pushed down, your back against the mattress and the side of your face pressed against your white duvet. His hand slowly moved up higher on your throat until his fingers pressed against your lips, pulling the soft skin down until they could slip into the warmth of your mouth. You accepted them gladly, your tongue gently lapping against the saltiness of his skin.

Ever so slowly he removed his hand from your throat, and you took deep gulps of air, your limbs already trembling, your core wet and aching for him.

He was going to fuck you now. He couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped his shirt off in a second flat, tossing it down on the ground next to the bed somewhere. His pants came off next, and you followed suit, kicking the boxers off as fast as you could. You were a shaky, needy mess. You weren’t quite sure how he always managed to work you up like this, but he did. You started to take off your tank top as well, but he stopped you. “Leave it.” And so you did. Austin slipped into you like he was possessed, giving you absolutely no time to adjust. You cried out, squeezing your eyes tightly shut as he began fucking into you, starting at a near brutal pace. He used one hand to support himself against the bed, and the other went straight to the tank top, gathering it up his fist before pulling it upwards, keeping his hand firmly planted against your sternum. He watched your tits bounce as he fucked you, sucking in deep breaths as he listened to your whimpers and cries.

You loved being able to look at him like this. His expressions were art. He’d suck his bottom lip into his mouth, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he watched you intently. His eyes were all over you. Your face, your tits, and then down to where the two of you connected. He had an odd fascination with watching himself fuck you. He loved it. Thought it was fucking adorable.

It felt good- so good like this- but you wanted more. You wanted to feel him deeper. “B-Behind.” You could barely speak. You found it hard to form words, but he understood. He nodded, panting hard as he pulled out of you. You started to sit up, but he grabbed your hips like you weighed nothing, flipping you over into your stomach. Your ass was in the air in a second, him using his knees to nudge your legs apart so that he could fit himself between them. “You’re the one that got me this worked up,” His voice was low, almost guttural as he spoke to you. He slipped inside of you a little slower this time, speaking through clenched teeth. “So you’re going to be a good girl and take it.”

And you could feel every inch of him.

Every. Single. Inch.

He fucked you at the same relentless pace. He was hitting all of the right places from this angle, his hips slapping against your ass. You couldn’t help but scream into the blanket, the sound coming out muffled. He must not have liked that, because he gripped you by the hair, wrapping it around his wrist and yanking your head up. “I want to hear.” And so you let him hear.

You almost couldn’t take it- he was practically attacking you at this point, his hips snapping forward, his moans loud and unabashed as he watched your skin slapping against his. He gave your hair another yank, pain tearing through your scalp but it felt good. Your walls clamped down around him, causing him to let out a low cry of his own. His free hand moved from your hip to slide along your stomach, searching for your core. “Don’t. Don’t.” You tried to shake your head, knowing that any extra stimulation would be too much, but of course he did it anyway.

Austin thought you looked pretty all the time, but you were the most irresistible when you were squirming beneath him.

His fingers pressed against your clit, rubbing you in tight circles. After months of nonstop exploration, he knew exactly how to touch you. He knew just how to work you up, and so he did. You couldn’t keep yourself from cumming. Couldn’t stop it.

“God damn, baby.” He groaned from above you, his hips snapping into your fluttering core. You were crying now, and you weren’t sure if it was because your hair was being pulled or if the pleasure was just too much. It was probably both.

Austin rode your quivering form through your orgasm, working you to the point of overstimulation. You were no longer just fluttering around him but damn near spasming, and that was when he couldn’t hold his own release off anymore. He released your hair, his large hand pressing your face into the blankets as he pumped into you. “Fuck.” He spat out, panting hard as he filled you to the brim. Only after he was sure that he had fucked every last drop into you did he slowly pull out.

He was instantly pulling you against him. He pet your hair as he began to kiss every inch of your face. “You did so good, baby.” He cooed, nuzzling his nose into your now partially dry hair. He breathed you in, eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the after-sex bliss. “I love you so much.” You knew that he did. You could feel the love radiating off of him and into you. It was such a warm feeling. “My beautiful baby.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night curled up in bed, watching shitty Kung-Fu movies and laughing your asses off at the criminally bad special effects.

Oh- and you two split the popcorn. With extra butter and salt. Just the way the two of you liked it.

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