louisejoy86

[louisejoy86]

I have to admit something here. I think I can feel this author's feelings for austin butler through these stories she tells. She is GREAT!

San Juan Seduction

Label Mature 18+

Summary On a trip to promote his latest movie, you and Austin indulge in the bright sunny island beaches and vibrant nightlife of San Juan, before he attends the films premiere and concert for his costar.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Austin in work mode • Austin adoring • Austin affectionate • his new body image • established relationship •romantic fluff •public displays of affection • teasing • playful banter • mutual adoration •passionate romance •body praise • sweet talk • dirty talk• nipple play•fingering • p in v missionary • vacation romance• emotional intimacy •supportive partner•romantic getaway •intimate moments • can’t keep his eyes off of you • slow dancing • grinding • edging • oral on male • girl on top •orgasms •cream pies• after care  🔗 Masterlist

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San Juan Seduction

The warm Puerto Rican breeze surrounds you like a soft embrace as you step off the plane in San Juan, the island’s vibrant scenery hitting you instantly. Large palm trees sway, as waves crash in the distance, and the salty tropical air fills your senses. 

Austin’s arm is around your waist the moment you’re off the plane, his strong hand guiding you through the airport with a quiet confidence that sends a flutter through your chest. 

He’s reserved in public, but his piercing blue eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that says everything.

“You ready for this baby?” he asks, his voice low and smooth, a playful edge curling his lips as he pulls you closer. “Just you, me, and this tropical island get away.”

You look up at him, a smile tugging at your lips. “If only this wasn’t a work trip where you have appearances to make, oh and that little movie premiere of yours.” You tease. 

He laughs softly, squeezing your waist. “No you’re right, but we’ll have fun here together I won’t be busy all the time, I promise.” He says leaning in to place a kiss on your temple. 

You check into a luxurious beachfront resort, the golden sands just steps from your room. It’s mid-afternoon, the sun blazing high, casting a shimmering glow over the ocean. 

You change into swimwear and head to the beach, settling into side-by-side lounge chairs with the waves lapping just a few feet away, the view of the Atlantic Ocean mesmerizing.

Austin peels off his shirt, revealing his toned body, and it takes your breath away. His muscles are firm, carved abs, broad shoulders, biceps flexing as he adjusts his black swim trunks. 

He catches you staring and flashes a smirk, “You coming in, or you just gonna keep staring at me like that?” he teases, his voice carrying over the waves.

You lift your shades, letting your gaze travel over him even more obliviously. “I think I want to take in this view forever,” you reply with a soft grin.

His smile turns hot as he drapes his towel over the chair, your eyes following the sharp cut of his obliques and the way his shoulders tense with muscle, the deep divots prominent from constant training.

You linger on the lounger tilting your head as you savor the sight of him, until he straightens with purposeful ease, the kind that says he means business as he coaxes you again, warm and inviting.

“C’mon, baby, I heard the water here is perfect. I can’t get in without you,” he says, all pure flirty mischief … and you can’t resist.

You join him, the warm waves caressing your waist as he pulls you into his strong arms, holding you steady against the current. 

His hands glide over your hips your bodies pressed together as the water swirls around you. “The water here is so warm,” he whispers, his lips brushing your ear, and it sends a shiver through you despite the heat.

Back on the loungers, Austin’s skin has deepened to a rich golden caramel, his hair damp and slicked back with his shades on.

His chiseled biceps and hard abs glisten in the sun, and he looks like a god lounging in paradise. 

You sip your second piña colada, eyes glued to him unable to stop admiring the deeper bronze of his skin. “You look impossibly good with a tan Austin,” you say softly without thinking. 

His head turns toward you eyes hidden behind the shades, and a shy smile curves his lips as he takes a slow sip of his mango rum. “You’re the one killing me,” he says, his voice warm and teasing. “Can’t wait to see those tan lines when this bikini’s coming off for me.” He says his large hand squeezing your thigh making you grin instantly.

You spend another hour lounging on the beach perfecting your tans under the sun. His skin darkens further, his bronze hue almost sinful, the light dancing off his firm chest and flex of his muscles when he stretches. 

You’re lost in him, in the serenity of this moment, in the way just his presence alone keeps you perfectly at ease.

Returning to the resort suite, the door barely clicks shut before you’re drawn to each other, your hands exploring his warm, firm body, fingers tracing the unyielding ridges of his chest and abs, each one a testament to his quiet strength. 

He tastes like salt and sweet mango from his earlier drink, his full lips soft and inviting as you kiss him deeply, savoring the slow, purposeful way he responds. 

His wet hair darker from the ocean, feels perfect as you thread your fingers through it and he pulls back just enough to gaze into your eyes, his reserved shyness melting into something tender and playful. 

“C’mere,” he says leading you to the bed, both of you giggling, light and carefree as he pulls you down on top of him. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers, smiling up as you straddle him, his hands resting on your waist, thumbs tracing gently up and down making you shiver with anticipation.

You lean down, kissing him deeply, and his smile fades into something more serious, his mouth moving with yours in a slow, sensual rhythm. His kisses are gentle yet possessive, his touch reverent, like he’s savoring every piece of you. Then, in one fluid motion, he rolls you onto your back, his hands sliding under your bikini top, keeping it up on as his mouth finds your nipple. 

He teases it with soft, slow kisses, then gently sucks it into his mouth, his tongue swirling until it hardens into a tight peak. “Austin,” you sigh, your body arching under him, your hands finding his back, nails grazing lightly as he moves to your other nipple, sucking deeper, slower, drawing a moan from you. Your hips roll instinctively, seeking the warmth of his hardness pressing between your legs.

His fingers trail down, slipping under the thin fabric of your bikini, tracing over your soft, slick folds as he feels the heat of your arousal. He groans softly against your skin, pressing more kisses along your chest. “You’re so wet for me,” he praises, “always so ready for me,” he breathes, his voice husky, fingers dipping just enough to tease, coating them in your slickness.

He trails them through your slit, parting your folds as his fingers glide up and down, making your breaths sharpen, as your hips press desperately into his hand. 

“I love it when you need me like this, baby,” he whispers, his eyes locking on to yours slipping his fingers inside. You moan as your hips roll into his thrusts as he works you up, your nails digging into his back, feeling his knuckles press your entrance with every deep push.

“You’re everything to me,” he says, the words soft and sincere as he slowly pulls his fingers out. He unties your bikini, keeping his mouth on yours, his hand lowering to his swim trunks, and he pushes them down, releasing his thick, hard cock, guiding it between your legs. 

“I love you so much,” he whispers, kissing your jaw with a tenderness that makes your heart ache, his breath warm against your skin as he presses the tip to your entrance, slick and warm, his cock throbbing as he pushes in with a slow, measured thrust. 

The pleasure is evident in the way he groans, working into you inch by inch, making you ache with a fullness that turns your breaths into frantic, shallow moans.

He watches you, his blue eyes dark with desire, and he leans in kissing you deeply as his thrusts drive in, feeling your wetness coat his cock, your body responding with a rush of slick heat. He’s solid and warm, his weight grounding you, muscles flexing beneath your hands as he moves with a steady, unhurried rhythm. 

A soft moan escapes you when he brushes that perfect spot inside, his pace careful but intense, each thrust a quiet promise, all passion and heat, your bodies intertwined, his back flexing as his hips press into you. 

You look up at him, softly moaning. “It feels so good, Austin… it feels so good,” you whisper, your hands on his back, urging him to go faster. 

His hips push deeper, meeting fully between your legs and his lips part, eyes lidded, as he groans in pleasure. He kisses you deeply to keep his pace, his heaviness pressing into you, his muscle slick against your skin, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the space. Your eyes close as he pulls you under keeping you lost in pleasure until nothing exists but the heat of his body and the deepness of his thrusts.

“Austin…” you whisper, feeling your walls throbbing, your hands gripping his biceps as his chest slides against yours, hips slamming between your thighs.

“Austin I’m gonna —“ You start to orgasm, your body shaking as sweet moans and whimpers spill from your lips and he keeps going, holding you down, his thrusts slamming into you. You cry out, legs trembling, gasping as your hands slide up to his head, fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him to look at you as you come, and it makes his skin flush with exertion, his brows knitting as he grunts, lost in how good you feel.

“You feel….so perfect, baby,” he whispers, his voice tense, deep, husky, raw. “I’m so in love with you.”

He stays buried deep, his lips parting as he comes in you, his release a quiet, shuddering moment as you hold him close, both of you lost in the haze of each other. 

His cock twitches, filling you with warmth, your arms wrapped around him as you watch his face, how pretty he looks, how you can feel his abs tense against your stomach until he groans loudly and goes completely still.

You slowly smile at him, seeing him sated and relaxed, both of you intoxicated with exotic drinks, sun, and the overwhelming connection between each other.

“I love you,” he whispers softly as his head lowers to your chest, his body spent, his mind reeling.

“I love you too,” you say breathless, your fingers affectionately tracing over his bronzed skin.

The next evening its the premiere for Caught Stealing Puerto Rico and Austin is styled in a muscle tee layered under a sheer shirt, rolled to his elbows, his biceps and forearms on full display, his tan skin glowing against the crisp white. 

At the blue carpet, he moves with a reserved grace, but you see the shy excitement in his eyes as he gives charismatic interviews with the Puerto Rican press, his charm effortless yet modest.

You wait at the ramp as Austin, Bad Bunny, and Darren Aronofsky enter the screening of the movie theater, fans cheering wildly. 

At the front of the crowd, Darren pulls Austin in, mic in hand, to kick off the event. “What do you think of Puerto Rico?” Darren asks him.

Austin grins, glancing at the crowd. “I was in the ocean all day yesterday, I got a lot of sun. I can’t believe how warm your water is… it’s so beautiful.” He says, and the crowd swoons, his bronze tan making him glow under the lights. 

You smile, biting your lip as the memories of how hot he looked at the beach come flooding back in.

After the screening, you’re escorted to a lively restaurant-club with Bad Bunny and his entourage. Security is tight but the vibe is relaxed.

You try local Puerto Rican favorites; pernil, alcapurrias, and pasteles that melt in your mouth.

Bad Bunny’s crew plays pool and dominoes nearby, the clack of tiles and bursts of laughter filling the air. Benito, his real name, makes you both feel at home, chatting with Austin about Puerto Rican spots and slang, their easy banter from working together on the Caught Stealing set shining through.

Austin pulls you close during the chaos, his arm draped over your shoulder, gazing into your eyes with a quiet intensity. You smile as you lean in to kiss his cheek, but he turns and captures your lips instead. “Love being here with you,” he whispers.

“Love being here with you too,” you reply, your voice soft and certain as your eyes lock onto his.

The next evening is Bad Bunny’s concert at the Coliseo de Puerto Rico.

Austin is styled in a black muscle tee that hugs his torso, black pants, and his favorite work boots, his toned arms on full display, the waistband of his Calvin boxers peeking just enough to make your pulse race. 

“You’re unfairly hot,” you compliment, tucking your fingers into the band of his boxers and pulling him close. He gives you a slow, deep kiss, your hand sliding over his biceps as you melt into him. 

“You want more?” he asks pushing his pelvis against yours with a teasing grin. You nod, and he pulls you in again, his full lips kissing yours making your knees go weak. “Be good for me tonight,” he murmurs against your mouth, and you try, but he’s making it impossible.

Backstage when you arrive at the concert, the crew is busy with several performers and celebrities, including Austin with Darren Aronofsky set to join Bad Bunny on stage. 

The concert setup is a vibrant replica of a Puerto Rican jibarito house, bright pink walls and rustic props. Austin is called over to one of the rooms with a wicker chair, a TV, and a green wall draped with a Puerto Rican flag for a photo op. 

He’s serious at first, resting in the chair his nervous energy making him close up, but Darren notices his tension and picks up the prop TV, mock-threatening to hit him with it. 

Austin cracks up, his shyness dissolving into laughter as they pose naturally, the director and star, playful and at ease.

As the crew prepares, Austin beckons you over and you sit on his lap in the wicker chair, warm and safe, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

He kisses beneath your jaw, nuzzling softly. “I’m gonna be lookin for you out there the whole time,” he says in your ear.

“Give me a show,” you tease, and he nips at your neck. 

“You give me one,” he counters, grinning as he gazes up at you. 

You feel his nervousness return in the way he presses his face into your neck breathing you in. “Okay, baby, I gotta go,” he whispers placing a kiss on your neck, and you nod. 

As you stand he kisses you once more, your hands lingering until you part, your gaze following him as you head to the VIP section.

From the VIP area in front of center stage, the massive pink Puerto Rican house looms ahead you. 

The crowd erupts into cheers as the concert kicks off, and when Austin appears behind Bad Bunny, the camera on the big screen zooms in on him and fans screaming for him fill the arena. 

As the music start Bad Bunny is animated as he performs getting the crowd hype.

Austin is shy at first, arms crossed, a timid smile on his face standing next to Darren. 

Your eyes lock, and his gaze softens, making your heart race. “Dance!” you mouth, trying to encourage him but he shushes you with his finger to his lips as he grins, to shy to even move yet.

Bad Bunny brings Darren out to dance center stage, the crowd going wild as girls twerk around him and Darren does a goofy side step. 

It loosens Austin up, seeing the crowd is just there to cheer everyone on and soon he’s swinging his hips, rocking to the beat, playful and happy, his muscles flexing under the lights. 

He’s all masculine power mixed with charm, and when he catches your eye across the arena, it’s intimate, like it’s just you two. 

You do put on a show for him dancing, flirting and smiling at him having fun until the final song the experience one neither of you will forget.

At the afterparty, the music pounds loudly through the cantina, the air heavy with the scent of Don Q rum and fried plantains.

Austin can’t keep his eyes off you, his gaze finding yours between conversations, his lips quirking every time you catch him staring. 

The low light makes his blue eyes look darker, more intense, and you can feel the weight of his attention on you.

When there’s a break in the song, he leans in, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

“Watching you from the stage… you looked so good, baby. I wanted to dance with you the entire time I was up there,” he whispers and he takes your hand pulling you onto the dance floor with him.

His hands settle on your hips, guiding you into the rhythm as his movements roll into the beat.

Your hands slide up to the nape of his neck, the rest of the room fading away as he turns you in his arms, bringing your back flush against his chest. His hardness presses into you, heat radiating between your bodies, and then his lips find your ear, his voice dropping lower.

“You’re making it so hard to behave,” he whispers, sending a thrill straight through you. “You feel how much I want you?” He says as his hands glide slowly down your sides, fingers tracing the curve of your hips as he pulls you tighter, grinding into you with slow thrusts that make your pulse race.

“Aus…” you whisper, breath catching as you feel his need pressing against you, your back snug to his chest. His mouth finds your neck, kissing lightly, his hands squeezing your hips in time with the music.

He turns you in his arms, pressing closer, your bodies moving as one, the heat between you almost unbearable.

You look up into his eyes and there’s no hesitation when he says, “Let’s go to the suite.”

Back at the resort, the door barely closes shut before you’re pulling at each other, kissing, touching, clothes half-on in your urgency.

“This place is magic,” you say breathlessly, looking up at him.

“Nah… it’s you baby,” he whispers, pulling you into a deep, consuming kiss.

The passion builds fast as clothes come off, his shirt tugged over his head, your dress sliding to the floor, hands working at buttons, zippers, and straps until there’s nothing left but skin. 

He’s naked tan, tall and muscular, his cock heavy and swaying as he lays back on the bed reaching for you. You climb over him as he sits up, one hand braced behind him on the mattress.

“You’ve been on my mind all night,” you whisper, your voice low filled with want.

He thinks you’re going to straddle him, but instead you lean down, your gaze locked on the length of his cock, thick veiny, the tip already slick, and you take him deeply into your mouth.

His abs flex, as soft sounds of approval escape him matching your rhythm, his hand sliding into your hair, guiding you, watching you. When his moans grow deeper, he pulls you up and brings you over his lap kissing you as his tongue sweeps against yours.

“Fuck, baby… you’re so hot,” he whispers as his fingers dip between your legs, feeling the slick heat of your arousal, circling your entrance until your hands grip his shoulders and your hips begin rocking.

“I want you Austin ,” you breathe, your voice breaking with need.

“I can feel you baby,” he says, his voice low and reverent, blue eyes dark with desire as he watches your frantic breaths.

He slips his fingers away, guiding your hips forward and presses his cock thick and insistent to your slick entrance, the size of him making your breath hitch as he works himself into you inch by inch stretching you with slow thrusts that makes you gasp.

He kisses you deeply, tasting your moans, his free hand cupping your breast, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple as he sinks you all the way down, your wetness making the slide effortless but intense.

The position lets you set the pace, your hips moving in a rhythm that matches your need. His eyes stay locked on yours, full of adoration, before he leans in to kiss your neck, your chest, his lips closing around your nipple as he cups your breast.

He teases you with slow, reverent sucks until you’re trembling, slick and gasping in his lap.

“Austin” you moan your hips rolling in deep, desperate circles, thighs quivering as you grind down harder.

“You feel so …fucking good,” he pants, his voice breaking with emotion, “I’m so deep inside you, baby.”he says thrusting up as you gasp in pleasure, his hand steady on your hip.

You move together, every thrust a promise as you start to orgasm , your walls, clenching tightly around him as gaze drops to where you’re joined, watching his cock thrust into you, your eyes rolling back from the intensity of it all.

You orgasm hard, grinding against him, riding out the waves of pleasure with loud, breathless moans. He follows, his thrusts deep and steady, a low, reverent groan escaping as he spills inside you.

“God, I love you,” he breathes, holding you close as your bodies rest together, hearts pounding in sync.

You breathe against each other, both of you glistening, the moment slowly easing after the intensity. You shiver as you ease off of him, his cock sliding free, and he lays you gently down on the bed, kissing all over you with a soft, contented smile.

“You didn’t say you love me back,” he teases, making you laugh.

“I love you, Austin so much,” you whisper breathless, and he kisses your neck, pulling you into his warmth and your eyes close, perfectly content with just him, his love, and your unforgettable trip to San Juan.

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[louisejoy86]

Hot, hot, hot stuff!

Needed this fan to cool down after this smutttt.

Tan Lines & Love Marks

Label Mature 18+

Summary You and Austin enjoy a romantic summer vacation where he unleashes his passions on you in the hotel suite.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut ❤️‍🔥 Austin on vacation • romantic holiday • dinner on the sand • pet names • emotional intimacy • soft dom • praise kink • ‘touch yourself’ • dirty talk • orgasm denial • edging • fingering • s*x toys • nipple play • clit play • overstimulation • spanking • p in v • size kink • cream pie • after care • sweet talk • soft bruising • exhibitionism • mild public humiliation kink 🔗 Masterlist

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The air smells of wet stone and tropical flowers, but you can barely keep your eyes off of Austin. He’s in a damp tank top plastered to his chest, muscles flexing as he climbs up the rocks beside you, golden skin gleaming in the sun. 

His hair is wet, curling slightly at the ends, and his blue eyes squint behind long lashes as he grins at you.

“C’mere,” he says, lifting the waterproof camera and you scoot in, dripping wet, wrapping an arm around his waist as he snaps a photo of the two of you with the waterfall behind.

But he doesn’t stop at one, he lowers the camera and kisses you for the second shot. Soft at first… then deeper. His lips taste like river water and sun, and his hand slips down your soaked back, cupping your ass under the water.

You press your chest against his as the kiss turns more passionate …until suddenly, you’re interrupted.

“Okay, lovebirds,” the private tour guide calls from the path above, barely hiding a smirk. “It’s getting dark time to head back.”

You glance up, heart pounding and Austin pulls back with a shy smile, cheeks flushed. “Busted.” He says.

“You started it.” You tease.

“I’ll finish it later,” he says under his breath, his eyes darkening as he gently squeezes your thigh under the water.

When you make it back to the resort, you change into something soft and flirty, a pink tropical slip dress that catches the warm ocean breeze, the frilly straps teasing the smooth curve of your shoulders.

Austin is in loose linen pants and a pale blue dress shirt, the top buttons undone, sleeves rolled back to his forearms. 

His skin is bronzed, his sandy brown hair a little blonder at the ends, and he has that relaxed, romantic vacation look that makes him almost too pretty to stare at for too long.

Your private dinner table is far from the restaurant, set up directly on the sand beneath a canopy of flowing white curtains. Lanterns sway gently overhead, casting golden light that flickers against the black endless ocean in the dark.

You are warm and loose as you drink tequila-infused cocktails rimmed with sweet chili sugar, and muddled exotic fruit.

After the meal, Austin reaches across the table, his fingertips brushing over your wrist, light at first, then more  intentional, tracing slow circles over your skin. 

As you smile at him, he watches you with a still, heavy gaze that makes it impossible to hold a thought.

“I can’t stop looking at you,” he says finally, his voice low and certain. “Your dress, your smile…the way you look tonight.”

“Austin…” you grin softly, too flattered to hide it and before you can reach for your drink, he leans in, brushing his mouth over yours. 

He kisses you until you start to pull back breathless, and then he catches your wrist, drawing you toward him for another kiss, slower this time, tasting the sweetness of your drink.

“Sit with me,” he whispers, slowly pulling you over to him and lowering you onto his lap.

“Austin,” you breathe, even as your body leans into his.

“Don’t ‘Austin’ me…” he smiles against your neck, his lips moving in slow, claiming kisses. “You know I want you.” He says as his mouth drags higher, his breath warm at your ear. “I want you all the time.” He confesses. 

His hand spreads over your thigh, sliding higher, until your breath catches as his tongue flicks softly before his mouth presses against your neck, heavy with intent.

“Been thinking about it since the waterfall,” he whispers. “Since even before that….thinking about all the ways I’m going to have you.”

The waiter approaches quietly at the edge of the sand as he interrupts, his tone playful. 

“Would you like to start on desert..or maybe just the check,” he says clearly seeing you already have each other. 

Austin grins as you shyly press your forehead to his barely looking up. “Yeah, we’re good here.” Austin says.

By the time you reach your room after dinner you’re both heavily intoxicated on cocktails. The sultry Mexican night envelops the sprawling resort suite, the air fragrant with the scent of hibiscus and sea salt drifting through the open balcony doors. 

The moon spills a silvery glow across the tiled floor, illuminating the large, plush bed, and you lie there, your body already deep in relaxation.

Austin stands at the foot of the bed, his silhouette tall and commanding, yet his presence radiates a calm, almost hypnotic control, his deep smooth voice filling the room as he speaks.

“I have rewards for you tonight,” he says, his cadence slow and intentional, each word pulling you deeper. “I want you to earn each one of them.”

His blue eyes softened by the dim light, lock onto yours with a gentle challenge in their depths.

“I like rewards,” you grin, your voice laced with eagerness.

He smirks faintly, as if he can read your mind and he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his lean, tanned torso, ridged with muscle, leading down to the linen pants that hang low on his hips.

The sight of him makes your heart beat faster in anticipation.

“Take your clothes off for me,” he says, and you readily obey, sitting up and slipping the straps from your shoulders, letting the dress fall as you pull your panties down your legs.

You’re naked as you lay back across the crisp white sheets, your skin tingling under his gaze.

He steps closer as he smiles. “Such a good listener,” he says, his praise sending a shiver down your spine. “Now… spread your legs for me.”

You obey, parting your thighs, feeling the cool air against your heated skin and his eyes darken with approval.

He kneels on the bed in front of you, his hands warm and firm as they glide up your thighs possessive and tender. 

“I want you to touch yourself,” he says, voice low and coaxing, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of your thighs to spread you wider.

“Austin…” you breathe looking at him, but his resolve is unwavering. 

Your fingers tremble as you follow his command, your body held under the weight of his watchful stare.

You slip your fingers over yourself, slow at first, circling your clit where the heat is sharpest until the pleasure rushes through you.

He watches intently, his breaths growing heavier. “Slower for me,” he says, his voice steady but edged with hunger. “I want to see everything.”

Your movements falter under the sheer gravity of his attention, your fingers dragging in soft, teasing strokes around your entrance, making your thighs tense.

“Don’t be shy,” he coaxes, his voice a velvet tether around your will. “Push them in for me let me see.”he breathes. 

You hesitate, your hips rocking forward with need, and your eyes flutter shut as you obey, slowly thrusting your fingers inside yourself while he stares at the sight. 

“Fuck…” he exhales, the word rough, dragged from somewhere deep inside of him. “So perfect like this… giving me what I want.” He praises watching every movement you make.

The distant crash of waves outside blends with the low slick sounds between your legs, creating a rhythm that draws him even deeper under your spell.

Your fingers move faster, each thrust made with a desperate rising need for him, his hands, his mouth, his weight over you.

“That’s it,” he says, his tone heavy with approval, like every word is dragging over his own restraint. “So eager… so obedient. Fuck, you’re making me so hard.”

You open your eye to see his hand has drifted lower gripping the ridge of his cock as his thumb slides over the tip.

Your breathing becomes heavier from the sight, the pressure building higher and higher until it’s almost unbearable. 

Your hips begin to rock against your own hand, chasing the edge with every thrust of your fingers.

“You getting close, baby?” he whispers, watching the way your body starts to arch, your lips parting helplessly, then his eyes darken with knowing. “Yeah… you can feel it. You’re right there, aren’t you?”

You can only nod, your voice breaking in soft sounds as your thighs tighten. The wave of pleasure rises too sharp…too fast…and you’re about to give in when suddenly his hands close firmly around your wrists, pulling them away from between your legs.

You cry out at the sudden loss of touch, your hips lifting toward nothing.

“Not yet.” he says, his voice deep and unyielding as he pins your wrists beside your head against the pillow.

The gentle restraint sends a shiver through you, your breath hitching as he leans in, his lips grazing your ear.

“Stay just like this,” he whispers, his voice a soothing command. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

You nod, giving in completely and he releases your wrists leaving you on the bed. 

He crosses the room and retrieves a sleek black case with clasp locks, bringing it to set on the bed beside you.

He kneels between your legs, snapping the clasps up, and before you can even glimpse what’s inside, his mouth is on yours again, stealing your curiosity with a deep, consuming kiss.

His lips drift down your neck, then lower over your chest, warm and unhurried, pausing so he can whisper against your skin.

“You’re so perfect for me,” he praises, the words sinking in as his hands cup your breasts, his fingers rolling your nipples between them, coaxing a gasp from your lips as your back arches into his touch.

“Austin…” you whine, hips shifting restlessly, already pushed beyond your limits.

“Shhh,” he soothes, his voice unwavering. “Be good for me, I’ll give you what you want.” He promises, and his hand moves lower, tracing the curve of your waist, then lower, until his fingers hover just above where you’re aching for him. 

“You need me right here, don’t you?” he says, his voice gentle, his eyes searching yours.

“Yes, please, Austin,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, your body trembling with need.

“So polite when you ask baby,” he says, his fingers finally slipping between your thighs, dragging through your slickness before pushing inside you. 

A sharp moan escapes you as the sensation floods your body, your walls clenching around his fingers.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice steady as he curls them stroking against a soft ridge within. “Let me know how good it feels.”

His pace builds slowly, each thrust driving into you faster until your hips jolt, sending surges of pleasure through your body. The wet, rhythmic sound of him working you fills the room, every stroke hitting deep and unrelenting.

“You’re doing so well,baby” he says, watching you writhe under his touch, his fingers curling and pumping with precise, skill. “Falling apart for me… so pretty.”

Your hips begin moving with his hand, rocking and grinding with his thrusts, chasing the release building sharp and fast.

He feels it the way your walls tighten and just when you’re about to come, his hand stills.

A desperate, broken whine spills from you.

“Not yet,” he says, calm but laced with authority. “You don’t come until I say so… can you do that for me?”

You nod frantically, every nerve aching for release but desperate to obey. “Yes, Austin,” you gasp.

“Good girl,” he says, pride sparking in his blue eyes as he carefully removes his fingers.

Your clit is already throbbing, the ache deep and urgent, and your eyes flick to the black case resting beside you, curiosity pushing through the haze of need.

He follows your gaze, a slow grin spreading on his lips. “You ready for your rewards,” he says, his voice low and teasing.

“Show me,” you say breathless, your words barely holding up.

He pushes the case open with teasing slowness “You’re going to take every thing I give you aren’t you baby?”He says with a coy smirk on his lips. 

“Yes,” you rush out, almost panting, just wanting him to touch you.

You watch as he pulls out a pink bunny-shaped clamp from the case, its soft silicone ears designed to hug your clit, and your pussy clenches at the sight.

“Your little bunny friend’s gonna look so fucking cute on you,” he teases, his voice filled with mischief as his palm glides up your thigh.

“Spread your legs more for me,” he commands, his tone calm but unyielding. 

You obey, thighs parting, the cool air hitting your slick folds. His gaze darkens instantly, and a low groan slips out. “Fuck…” he says, filthy and reverent all at once. “You’re already so wet.”

He starts with the bunny clamp, placing the ears to cradle your clit as he squeezes them to in place, the pressure making you softly moan. 

“So pretty baby,” he coos, his voice soothing as you squirm. “Look at that cute little clit, all hugged up.” He says flicking on the vibration, and the low buzz jolts through you, making your hips buck.

“Shh, baby,” he says stroking your thigh, “You can take it baby..be my good girl.”

The buzz intensifies, and your breaths quicken as you whimper under the sharp unrelenting vibration.

“Austin…” you pant, hips twitching from the pulse of his little device, the sensation stealing your breath until you can barely form words.

“Fuck… you’re so beautiful like this,” he says, his voice low and desperate, fingers gliding through your slick and spreading it around the clamp savoring your wetness.

“You love it?” he asks, the tension in his voice betraying how hard it is for him to watch you.

Your trembling as you nod feeling his fingers circling and gliding over the buzzing clamp until your thighs quiver from overstimulation.

“So fucking pretty doing all this for me…,”he praises, and he flicks the dial so the clamp vibrates even higher as you moan helplessly.

He rolls and pinches your nipples, sending a sting of pleasure through your chest that makes your back arch hard into his touch.

The combination of the clamp’s hum on your clit, and his fingers teasing your nipples, has you teetering on the edge ready to orgasm…but he isn’t finished.

“You like your little reward?” he asks.

“Yes… Austin!” you cry out, thighs trembling with the effort to hold back.

“You’re taking it so well… I have another one for you,” he says, and he pulls a sleek purple vibrator from the case.

Your breath hitches at the sight of the curved tip. “Austin… I can’t …I’m already gonna—”

“None of that,” he cuts in gently but firmly. “You earned every minute of this this being so good for me.”

He presses the humming tip to your entrance, dragging it through your slick, and your hips jolt when he pushes it inside, the toy’s hum syncing with the clamp’s buzz as the curve presses your g-spot. 

“A—Austin—” you gasp, thighs desperately trying to close from overstimulation.

“Shh, baby,” he soothes, pumping the vibrator slow and deep. “Look at you taking this toy like it’s my cock.” He says, his thumb brushing the clamp as the sharp jolt makes you cry out.

Your walls flutter, hips rolling desperately as he watches “Fuck, baby…” he exhales, turning the setting even higher.

The vibration sinks deeper, your body tensing, thighs trembling violently as sounds spill uncontrollably from you in broken moans and gasps. 

“Come for me,” he orders, seeing you right at your breaking point, his voice slicing through your haze of pleasure.

“A—Austin!” you cry out, panic and bliss combined as your body locks up… and then it hits, your orgasm surging, the toy thrusting in until you’re shivering through the aftershocks.

He slowly pulls the vibrator out, a broken sob escaping as you shudder, walls pulsing. “Oh, baby…” he coos, slipping the clit clamp off carefully.

Your chest heaves, heart pounding and he leans in, kissing you slow and deep. “You did so well… so perfect …” he praises, his voice low and promising against your lips, “I’m not done with you yet. Can you take more for me, baby?”

You nod, still trembling, your breath catching as his hands move over you.

He rolls you onto your stomach, his palms firm but gentle as he guides your hips up. 

“Arch for me,” he says, the command smooth and certain and you obey, your cheek pressing the sheet.

“Good girl,” he praises, his hand trailing slowly between your legs until his fingers finds your clit. The sudden contact makes you gasp, hips jerking back into him before you can stop yourself.

“You feel how hard I am for you?” he says, the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance until you whimper, then with deliberate slowness he slides in… every inch of him making your walls flutter and tighten until a moan breaks from your lips.

The first spank lands, sharp enough to steal your breath, the warmth blooming across your skin. 

“You love this?” he asks, his hand soothing you in slow circles. “You love my rewards?”

“Yes…” you breathe, barely able to speak.

He thrusts in again, deeper this time, the force pushing another moan out of you as his rhythm builds, each stroke making the slick noises between you grow louder.

His hips slam into you faster, the wet sounds matching his rushed breaths. “Fuck… you feel so good…” he exhales, each thrust deeper than the last. “Squeezing me so tight… like you don’t wanna let go.”

His hand slides between your legs, fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing in tight, little circles as another spank lands and your hips jerk back into him. 

“I’m not gonna last…” he admits, his voice breaking as he groans, his grip bruising as his fingers dig into your hips driving into you harder, faster, until every movement is a blur of his thrusts.

“Come for me,” he breathes his voice breaking with need, and he triggers your release, your walls fluttering, as your orgasm rips through you.

He groans your name, his thrusts faltering as he spills in deep, holding you until he releases every last drop.

He pulls out slowly, a shiver running through him as his palm glides up your spine to caress your neck. 

“Fuck, baby…”he breathes, wrecked. “…I love you so much.” He says with exertion.

“I love you so much too,” you admit, smiling softly.

“Yeah?” he grins, hooking an arm around your waist and rolling you onto your back in one fluid motion, his eyes locked on yours the entire time.

He settles over you, his weight warm and solid, before claiming your mouth in a slow, consuming kiss.

“Yeah…” you whisper against his lips, “I love you Austin” you smile, the words melting into him sealing the moment between you.

Morning sunlight floods the suite, the ocean sparkling outside.

You stand before the mirror in a tiny turquoise bikini, tying the strings. Your thighs and hips a canvas of little bruises from his grip last night.

You smile as Austin steps in wearing swim trunks and sunglasses ready to head out… until he sees you in the mirror.

“Shit, baby,” he says, stepping closer and lifting his sunglasses. His fingertips trail over a dark bruise, pressing just enough to make you gasp.

“Does it hurt baby…” he asks quietly, worry etched into his voice as his eyes search yours in the mirror.

“A little,” you say with a playful tilt of your head, turning to the side so he can see them even better.

His brows knit as his thumb strokes the marks. “Baby I’m so sorry,…” He says his tone soft with regret, “You want to stay inside today while I take care of you?” He asks, like he’s already imagining how you must feel.

You turn your head, meeting his eyes with a slow smile as your fingers trail lazily up his chest. “Or… I could just wear a sarong to the beach.” You say with enthusiasm.

He exhales, half relieved and half nurturing “Whatever you want, baby… just promise you’ll tell me if it’s too much.” he says, cupping your chin.

He leads you out of the resort to the sandy shore while holding your hand, the beach packed with bronzed bodies and the sent of coconut oil.

Eyes follow you, the sheer sarong barely covering the grip marks against your skin.

Your face heats, but Austin’s hand tightens over yours, his voice soft against your ear. “Doing so well, baby… we’re almost there.”

You reach the private cabana near the water, and he pulls the curtains just enough to keep you hidden from view. The air is warm and salt-sweet as you untie your sarong and let it drop.

You settle on the lounger, and he stretches out beside you, the golden light catching on his bronzed skin and sandy-brown hair. His blue eyes sharpen as his fingers trace a bruise in slow, gentle circles.

“I’m gonna be really careful with you next time,” he promises, his voice low.

You smile, tilting your head toward him. “What… you don’t like seeing your love marks all over me?”

His mouth curves slightly, but his eyes stay lowered. “I got so carried away… with how you felt… with how much I was pleasing you,” he says, his eyes distant already replaying it in his mind.

“I know baby,” you smile softly, leaning in to kiss him, soft and slow letting it sink in.

When you pull back, your lips brush his. “You have any other rewards for me?” you tease.

His hand slides to your jaw, warm and steady, his thumb brushing your cheek. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t give you,” he promises.

Your cheeks heat, and you can’t stop grinning, leaning into his touch as the waves crash and the salt air drifts in around you.

“You want to swim with me?” he asks, his voice softer, almost coaxing.

“Yes, Austin,” you say, your voice sure as you look into his eyes, ready to follow him anywhere, your body and heart entirely his.

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Extra Credit

Label 18+

Summary You are just shy of an A in Professor Butlers astronomy class, and it seems almost impossible to attain…until he asks you to perform extra credit to make the grade. 🔗Masterlist

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Professor x student •power play• corruption kink • forbidden romance • seduction • sexual favors • coercion • edging • fingering • dirty talk • multiple orgasms • size kink • sex on a desk • pull out ejaculation• after care • good girl

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Extra Credit

Your pulse hammers in your chest during lecture hall, a familiar reaction you can never tame whenever Professor Butler comes near. 

You’ve had a crush on him all semester, his tall, lean build, tousled brown hair, and vivid blue eyes that seem to hold the secrets of the universe. 

As he walks to your desk holding a stack of graded essays, he looks impossibly handsome. He’s wearing a dark blue button-up, a sly smirk played on his lips, his jawline sharp under the lecture hall’s lights, and you are completely lost in his orbit.

Then just as fast, your heart sinks as he places your essay on your desk. 

You stare at the bold red ink written across your paper on ‘Stellar Magnitude,’ another B+ glaring up at you like a personal insult. 

You poured hours into this essay, analyzing a novel and googling research papers on absolute magnitude with meticulous care, yet no matter how hard you try, the elusive A in Professor Butler’s astronomy class always remains just out of reach. 

The semester is nearly over, and you are so close to achieving an A you can practically taste it. 

You linger after class, the other students filtering out as you approach Professor Butlers desk clutching your paper. 

“Another B+?” You say, your voice sharper than intended as you hold up the paper like it’s evidence of a crime.

He looks at you from a stack of papers he’s grading, his eyes cunning, and leans back in his chair, his beautiful hand twirling a pen between his fingers as a faint smirk forms on his full lips. “Let me have a look,” he says, gently taking the essay from you, his fingers brushing yours.

He scans it, and his lashes cast delicate shadows across his cheeks as he reads. 

“Your analysis of apparent magnitude is stellar…pun intended,” he says, his tone warm but teasing. “But the section on absolute magnitude lacks depth. You didn’t fully connect it to real-world observations. It’s good, but not quite A-level.”

You exhale with an exhaustive sigh wanting him to give you an A so badly it burns.

He notices, his smirk softening into something gentler as he sets the paper down.

He leans back in his chair as he contemplates, pen tapping against his chin, and as his gaze drops to your skirt, you take a good long look at this calm, patient man who’s been haunting your thoughts all semester. 

“Tell you what,” he says, his eyes meeting yours. “See the constellations in real time, up close, so you understand the magnitude firsthand. You do this for me and I’ll consider it extra credit and bump your grade.”

Your frustration quickly changes into a spark of excitement, and you nod “Of course I’ll do it,” you say without hesitation.

He grins, and you watch him grab a slip of paper, jotting down an address in his elegant writing before handing it to you. 

“My study, 8 PM,” he says, his eyes locking with yours. “Don’t be late.”

You take the paper, your fingers brushing his, and as you glance at the address, you realize…it’s for his home. 

He smiles slowly, his eyes warm and lingering, and you grin walking out of his lecture hall without a word, your heart pounding with the thrill you might just get both things you want.

You arrive to his address on time and press the doorbell. The chime echoes inside his sleek modern house, all glass and steel, nestled in a quiet grove, and you feel your thighs press together as you imagine him alone…inside…waiting for you.

Your heart pounds, your sweater suddenly far too tight over your skin. You’ve already smoothed your skirt three times before even getting out of the car. You’re not even sure why you applied lip gloss…or sprayed on perfume…but something in his eyes felt like permission.

The door opens and you gaze up at him.

“There she is,” he says, casual and warm, like this is any normal night..like it’s routine for your astronomy professor to greet you in a blue dress shirt with the collar unbuttoned enough to make you lose your mind.

“Hi, Professor,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

His smile deepens. “We’re off campus you can call me Austin.” he says stepping aside, and you nod as you walk in.

His home is dimly lit, minimalist yet modern, floor-to-ceiling windows giving a full view of the grove against the glittering night sky. 

You slip off your sneakers without being asked, and the polished teak is cool against your bare feet. Everything smells like clean wood and his cologne… expensive, warm, masculine.

He watches you from behind, arms crossed, his eyes tracing you slowly, attentively and when you catch him, you grin as his lips quirk into a smile.

“Come with me,” he says, nodding toward the hall. “I want to show you something.”

You follow and he leads you through his house, past the modern decor to a large study with floor-to-ceiling windows, the night sky glittering beyond. 

Bookshelves line one wall, packed with texts, and he pulls out ‘Cosmos’ with a flourish. 

“Is this the text you sourced for most of your essay?” he asks, looking up as you try to focus, distracted by the sight of him holding the book so intently.

You nod, your voice soft “I used it, and looked up the rest online, even though I still don’t quite grasp the concept…I really wanted that A. I felt that if I rewrote almost exactly what I looked up this time …you’d…finally give me the grade.”

He grins, snapping the book shut, and you admire the confident way he does it. 

“Your writing was insightful, and I did enjoy seeing a bit of your own thoughts shining through, but writing is different from experience,” he says, his eyes warm. “Come here I want to show you something.”

He crosses to his desk, where a model of the solar system sits, polished glass planets aligned in a delicate orbit, and he turns a dial gently to set them spinning.

“The Sun’s absolute magnitude radiates with unmatched intensity, it outshines every other star in our galaxy by comparison.” He explains softly.

You grin, leaning closer over the desk beside him. “You help me understand it so much better,” you smile, savoring his company, your eyes playful as you glance at him. 

His grin deepens, his eyes gazing at you fondly. “I have more ways we can explore it,” he says as he straightens up glancing over.

“Let’s go outside,” he says gesturing , and you walk with him through the glass doors out to the sprawling deck connected to his study.

The air is warm, the sky a star-covered canvas above a telescope that gleams under the moonlight. He steps to it, his fingers gentle on the eyepiece, his shoulders broad as he leans down. 

He adjusts the scope inputting a few settings on the keyboard, then guides you closer, his hand firm on your lower back. 

“Let me show you,” he says, gently positioning you in front of him.

“It’s focused on Rigel, the brightest star in Orion by absolute magnitude, far more luminous than the Belt stars,” he explains.

You lean down, peering through the eyepiece, and the view is breathtaking, Rigel’s blue-white brilliance flickers vividly against the night sky, so close so sharp it looks unreal.

“It’s so beautiful,” you whisper, transfixed.

“So are you,” he says, and his hands slide around your waist, pulling you back against him, and you gasp as his lips brush your neck, soft and lingering.

“You understand now?...” he whispers.

You nod as you lose focus feeling his hand  already under your sweater, palming your breast, fingers tweaking your nipple until your knees start to go weak. His other hand slides down, pulling your panties aside, his fingertips gliding slowly and deliberately through your slick heat.

“I kept that A from you,” he rasps, lips ghosting over your jaw, “just to have you like this.” he confesses.

Your mind reels, a mix of shock and heat flooding your core at his admission, and your pleasure intensifies as his words sink in, making your body arch into his touch.

“You want this just as much as I do, don’t you.” he whispers, and his fingers slip inside, thrusting gently as you moan, hips already rocking against his hand, seeking more as he pulls them out, lightly swirling them around your clit before sliding them back in.

Every thrust is fluid precise until you’re not even looking at the stars anymore… because you’re feeling them one moan at a time.

He kisses your neck and keeps his mouth there possessively as he works you with his perfect, knowing fingers. Your head tips back, resting against his chest, and his other hand wraps gently around your throat to keep you in place.

“You sound so pretty like this,” he praises against your ear. “Keep making those sounds for me.”

Your thighs start to shake as the pleasure builds, sharp and uncontrollable, and you grind helplessly against his hand as you start to come. Your walls flutter as you orgasm, and his fingers don’t stop working you through it until you’re moaning desperately into the night sky.

When you’re breathless and soft in his arms, he turns you around, his hands warm and steady.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he confesses. “I’ve wanted you like this since the first week of class.” he admits, and then his lips are on yours kissing softly at first, then deeper, giving you everything he’s been holding back.

He pulls you with him, kissing you the whole way inside, clicking off the study lights so the stars cast a silver glow across the room.

Without a word, he starts undressing you, your sweater, shirt, and skirt all peeled away slowly and piled on the floor.

Astronomy becomes anatomy as he unhooks your bra and slides your panties down your legs, leaving you naked before him.

“Look at you,” he breathes, eyes taking you in. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to pretend I don’t see you,” he reveals.

You try to speak, but all that comes out is a shaky breath as you nod, and then he’s kissing you again, harder, hungrier.

He guides you to his desk and bends you over it, your heart pounding against the wood as you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, and the soft pull of his zipper behind you.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he says, his voice thick as he drags the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “and I’m not stopping … until you feel exactly what you’ve earned.”

He slides into you with one long, thrust, and you cry out, gripping under the edge of the desk. His rhythm is slow and deep his cock so big it makes your walls flutter on every stroke.

“You feel that?” he breaths, “That’s what an A feels like.”

You let out a choked moan, and he leans over you, one hand on your back, the other reaching down to rub your clit in tight, ruthless circles.

“Just like this…” he groans, low and ragged. “Keep taking it for me until I feel you earn it,” He says, his hips rocking harder, every thrust deep and punishing, filling you again and again. 

The steady pulse of his cock drags along every inch of your walls and your body tenses with the weight of his unrelenting pace.

Your moans turn desperate as you start to orgasm again, shaking under him as he keeps going, fucking you through it until the wet rhythmic slap of your bodies echo in the quiet study.

His hand presses the small of your back harder, holding you down on the desk as his thrusts grow rougher, needier, chasing his own release.

Then he pulls out, panting, coming hot across your back, groaning low and guttural as his hips jerk forward spilling over your skin.

He pauses catching his breath, and reaches across the desk, grabbing a box of tissue, his touch gentle as he cleans you up, wiping slow and careful, as his other hand remains steady on your hip.

You lay over his desk, breathless, staring dazed out at the night sky and he brushes your hair from your face, his voice softer now. 

“You’ll get your grade all year,” he says, smiling as his fingers trail along your jaw. “But I’ll need you for extra credit like this every week.” He confirms.

You slowly nod, barely able to catch your breath.

“Say it,” he orders gently, his fingers sliding down your spine.

“I’ll give you extra credit …every week,” you whisper.

“Good girl,” he praises, leaning in and planting a slow, open-mouthed kiss at the nape of your neck, his hand resting warm and possessive at the curve of your hip.

In this moment, you know the skies won’t be the only thing explored at night when you study with your astronomy professor…

Because your extra credit will be earned, again and again for him…in full.

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Come Get Hank

Label Mature 18+

Summary Hank is up to his old antics again, so when you rescue him black out drunk from a bar, he repays you handsomely with physical gratitude.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Your Hank • wild boy • lover boy • drunken behavior • bad boy behavior • always pulling him out of trouble • he never stops • constant groping-kissing-affection • Hank being an absolute menace • play fighting • dirty talk • "are you mad at me" • Hanks care giver • physical over riding mental • manhandling • being picked up in Hanks arms • lap sitting • edging • oral on fem• multiple orgasms • p in v • drunk sex • cream pie • cock resting • aftercare • Hank happy for once

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Come Get Hank

Your phone rings just after midnight, some unknown number, some slurred voice on the other end asking, “You Hank’s girl?”

You sit up in bed, already sighing. “Yeah. Where is he?”

“He’s at the bar….He’s… uh… kinda on the pool table.”

Of course he is.

By the time you get there, the bar’s spilling over with a packed Friday-night crowd, neon signs buzzing, beer sloshing, music loud enough to shake the walls. You shoulder through a wall of people and find him immediately.

Hank’s the damn center of it all.

He’s on top of the pool table, white tee, green cargos, cheeks flushed, his sandy blond hair sticking to his face swaying half in-time to “Bitch” by Meredith Brooks.

He’s holding a beer in one hand as a mic, the other flung out like he’s balancing on a tightrope. And he is dancing …no, performing…eyes closed, hips rolling in rhythm, dropping to his knees with a sway of his shoulders before whipping around on the felt, legs splayed in some sloppy spin move that makes the whole bar erupt in cheers.

Your Hank Thompson.

You exhale, and push through the crowd.

And that’s when he sees you.

He freezes at the end of a spin, eyes locking on yours like the whole bar just fell away. He grins wide, cheeks flushed cherry-red, and his blue eyes light up in surprise.

“Baby!” He yells excitedly.

He hops down leaving his beer, nearly missing the edge of the pool table, and stumbles toward you with a boyish, drunken glow lighting up his face. His hair is damp the golden strands tucked behind his ears.

“You here for me?” he asks breathless, pressing his forehead to yours like he needs you to hold him steady.

“I came to drag your ass home,” you respond, and your hands are already at his waist, steadying him.

“Tiny said I was killing it,” he says, eyebrows lifting. “Like a… like a goddamn rockstar.”.

You glance past him at Tiny, the giant bartender, who gives you a helpless shrug.

“I bet you were,” you murmur. “C’mon, rock star.”

He pulls you back to him as the music shifts to a slow dirty beat, “One dance baby,” he says bringing you against his chest, and you roll your eyes, but you don’t fight him as he smiles. 

His hands slide low on your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed together, thigh to thigh, chest to chest, with no space in between.

He lowers his head pressing soft, open mouthed kisses on your neck as you sway.

“You smell so fucking good,” he whispers, dragging his cheek along your jaw. “I don’t wanna stop touching you.”

He grabs your hips and grinds against you, slow and lazy, his mouth sliding over your neck kissing and sucking lightly as he breathes you in. There’s a desperation to him…like he wants you here right now, and doesn’t care who sees it.

He brings his face to yours, his lips needy as he kisses you, soft, breathless, aching, and you can feel how badly he wants you.

“Hank, let’s get you home,” you whisper against his lips, and he slowly pulls back looking in your eyes as he nods.

He sways as you pull his arm over your shoulders, his weight heavy against you. But he won’t stop smiling, he won’t stop kissing your temple, or sliding his hand over your stomach as you walk together, mumbling over and over again how glad he is you came, like it’s the only truth he knows.

Back at his place, he can barely make it through the building without knocking into a wall. You’re both breathless, him slurring every other word, and you shushing him as you take his key and he starts singing, “I’m a bitch, I’m a lover…” at full volume in the hallway as you unlock his front door. 

“Hank,” you hiss, covering your hand over his mouth. “You’re gonna evicted!”

He just grins humming the rest of the lyrics under your palm as you bring him inside kicking the door shut behind you.

The second you release him and lock it shut, he bolts straight for the fridge, cracking open a fresh beer with that familiar snap-hiss as you try to stop him.

“Hank, no—” 

But it’s already too late, he’s playfully walking backward toward the bedroom taunting you, one hand catching the wall for balance as he stumbles, the other raising the bottle to his lips.

“You gonna stop me?” he says, eyes half-lidded and smug, before tossing the beer back with a cocky grin.

“Hank Seriously?” you scold, following him in. “You need water, not beer.”

He sets the bottle down on the nightstand with exaggeration, his hands raised like he’s just been caught robbing a bank. “I barely drank it,” he says, feigning innocence, even though the bottle is already half empty behind him.

You can see he’s wasted, his eyes sparkling as he sways in place with a dumb grin. 

“You need to rest this off,” you sigh, stepping in to help him peel off his shirt, and the moment you do the whole vibe changes. 

His smile softens and his gaze lowers raking over you like you’ve just dropped down from heaven and landed in his bedroom.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful ” he says, his voice low and weighted with intention.

He’s drunk, dazed, and he wants you, his skin flushed, his chest broad and rising fast. 

His torso is lean, solid muscle cut beneath golden skin, a faint trail of hair disappearing into the waistband of his slouched cargos..and way his bulge prominently sticks out between his legs…makes you want him too.

“You’re resting with me,” he says, his voice,  light, happy…in that loose, tipsy way, and his are hands clumsy but sweet as they skim your sides, sliding your shirt over your head until you’re left in your bra and skirt.

His fingers find your zipper lowering it with care before easing your skirt down over your hips, leaving you in just your panties.  

He drops to his knees and you roll your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “I can’t believe I had to drag you out of a bar where you were dancing on a pool table tonight Hank” you chastise, and he grunts struggling, before he unlaces and takes off your boots.

He stands up, slightly off balance, staring at you with a sly grin. “I was just getting started,” he says unbuttoning his cargos with fumbling fingers and kicking off his sneakers. He strips down to his white boxers, the fabric doing nothing to hide how hard his erection is.

He pulls you to him, his firm biceps flexing around your shoulders as he stares into your eyes, and you can feel the hardness of him poke insistently against your thigh as his hands slide down your lower back.

“You mad at me?” he whispers.

“No, Hank.” You shake your head looking up at him with a grin. “…Not tonight.”

“What about now?” he says, stepping back just enough to grab his beer, and he tilts it to his lips quickly downing it as he grins, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Hank stop!” You gasp, reaching for the bottle but he moves faster snagging your wrist and, scooping you under your hip with one strong arm making you yelp. “Hank!”

He turns with you in his arm, hand braced on your hip holding you tightly above him, and his strength is your undoing completely.  His hair falls back as you lock eyes, a slow gaze of desire passing between you, and he pulls you down on the edge of the bed with him, beer still in one hand, the bottle sweating against his thigh.

You press your chest to his and slowly grind in his lap, as he groans against your neck, the sound low and full of want.

 “You drive me fucking crazy,” he whispers, dragging his mouth across your jaw, your collarbone, down to the curve of your breast, his voice is rough, lips damp. “Fuck, you always do.”

Your hand skims down his abs feeling the soft rise and fall of each drunken breath. 

He’s warm, flushed, smiling at you like he’s never been more content in his life, and when your fingers slide lower squeezing the hardness of his erection, the beer bottle finally falls from his grasp thunking to the rug.

You palm him through his boxers, your fingers tracing down the thick, heavy length of his cock, already straining against the fabric, and you gently squeeze the tip as he sighs.

“I want you so much” he whispers, his blue eyes searching yours. “I want to taste you,”

He keeps one arm around you as he eases you down, laying you flat on your back, then he slides a hand beneath you, unclasping your bra with drunken focus, like it’s the most important thing he’s ever done. 

He pulls your bra off and cups your breasts in his warm hands, his thumbs brushing over your nipples as he leans in and kisses each one, slow and tender, his tongue circling lazily.

His mouth lowers down your stomach, unhurried and reverent in that hazy, drunk way that makes you feel like the only thing in his entire universe, and when he slides your panties off, he does it carefully like he’s unwrapping a precious gift, his eyes focused and worshipful.

“Fuck baby you’re so pretty…” he whispers, his breath shaky as he settles between your legs, and his hands gently part your thighs as he lowers his mouth.

His tongue is lazy and wet, his lips parting, as his first moans vibrate loud and deep through your core

“Hank..fuck,” You gasp, one hand flying to the sheets, the other into his hair.

His mouth is all heat and mess, his nose nudging your clit, his tongue dragging in teasing circles. His face moves side to side, mouth open, his lips sliding through your slick like he’s starving for it. 

His thumbs part you wider as his groans sink deeper, his tongue flattening, and flicking, against you until you’re gasping, clenching, feeling an unbearable pressure you don’t want to stop.

“Hank yes! ..right there,” Your moan, the sound rising higher softer your hips bucking up, thighs trembling.

He hums, eyes fluttering, lips parted moving up and down encouraging you to grind against him, and you do your hips rolling  against his mouth, chasing it, needing it and his moans match your rhythm, lazy and deep, his tongue flicking in just enough to keep you pushing against his face. 

Your clit throbs from the intensity, and your hand digs into his hair, keeping him close, keeping him anchored to you, feeling helpless, trembling.

“Hank…God—” you cry out as everything inside you locks up tight, the pleasure pulsing through your core, your thighs shaking, your chest heaving.

But he doesn’t stop, even as your legs start to pull closed in reflex, his hands slide up keeping them spread as you arch and cry out, grinding helplessly against his mouth, until your orgasm wrecks you completely.

Your legs shiver, your fingers pulling his hair, guiding him as you you ride it out against his mouth, until it’s too much, until your hips shudder violently as he finally pulls back with a breathless groan.

His mouth is slick, wet, and he wipes it across your inner thigh before climbing back up your body.

He kisses you again, and it’s deep, open-mouthed,his breaths stuttering, his hands slightly shaky as they spread your thighs wider.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathes, grinding his cock against your soaked folds through his boxers, teasing you slowly.

“Hank .…” you whisper, fingers tugging at the curls of his nape to draw him closer, and he dips his head, his lips grazing your neck. 

“You have no idea how fucking much I want you,” he says against your skin, and his hand slides between you, pulling down the band of his boxers.

His cock is heavy, hard, the shaft pressing hot against your inner thigh, and his weight unstable, drunk, his muscles tensing as he steadies himself. 

He tries to push inside you and misses, the first thrust nudging hard into your inner thigh.

“Shit,” He mutters, eyes glancing down, and he reaches between you, his hand wrapping around his cock pressing your entrance, finally pushing inside, slow and deep.

You both moan your legs spreading instinctively as he settles, and his shoulders flex as you clutch his back until you’re full of him, completely overwhelmed.

“Fuuuck,” he whispers, voice cracking as he starts to move. “Fuck, baby… you feel so good…”

His thrusts jolt through your core, hard and unrelenting, and the sounds falling from his lips become filthy, desperate, messy.

“Fuck..baby ..can’t..stop..”he grunts between thrusts, each word punched out with every drive of his hips. He curses, his thrusts stuttering, his mouth pressing against your neck, and you cling to him, nails digging into his back.

You’re already so close, your body tensed and pulsing around him, and the way he moans, broken, and hurried, pushes you over the edge. You arch into him with a gasp, toes curling, legs trembling as your orgasm crashes through you again.

He follows slamming several more thrusts into you before he’s groaning deep from his chest, like the sound’s being dragged out of him. His cock pulses thick inside you, filling you with each sloppy, twitching thrust, until it’s just his heavy breath his chest pressed to yours as his hips finally still.

He stays on top of you, all muscle and sweat, his face buried against your neck, his breathing wrecked, his mind gone.

You smile, sated, your body feeling warm with the afterglow as you drag your fingers lazily down his back.

“You okay Hank?” you ask softly, and he lifts his head just slightly, flushed and glowing, his blue eyes dazed but focused on you.

“Yeah…I’ve never been better,” he says, barely above a breath and he leans in kissing you soft and lingering, the kind that feels like a confession.

He slowly pulls out of you, his cock sliding free with a long lazy drag that leaves you aching, and he rests his cock slick and warm across your stomach as he catches his breath.

When he looks down at you smiling, eyes hazy with drunken softness it stirs something deep and unexpected in your heart.

Because you swear… for the first time, Hank Thompson is truly happy.

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Vernon’s Virtue

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Summary With tensions rising in Eddington, Vernon’s voice burns like a beacon through the chaos, uniting the masses awakened by his rhetoric.

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Vernon’s Virtue

The sound of Vernon’s voice fills the office as he watches his speech, his words sharp and passionate, cutting through the air like a blade.

“Pain is not a coincidence. You are not a coincidence. We are not a coincidence,” he declares on screen, each word a spark igniting the hearts of his listeners.

You’re sprawled on the plush lounger in his office, the desert sunlight warm across your bare legs, watching him with adoring eyes.

He’s been speaking in public for weeks; Open-air gatherings, unannounced talks on the courthouse steps, and people come. 

They gather just to be near him, drawn to the fire in his voice, the way he commands attention with his presence. 

He’s a force of conviction, and you’re helplessly caught in his pull.

He sits at his desk now, phone in hand, a cunning smirk cutting through his fervor. “Look at this,” he says, tilting the screen toward you.

His numbers constantly increase, thousands of new followers, shares, retweets, his rhetoric spreading through Eddington like wildfire.

“They’re seeing the truth,” he says, his blue eyes glinting with pride, not for himself, but in the masses, in their awakening.

Today’s speech was impassioned, a fierce call to rally more believers, and it worked flawlessly, but now he’s restless for more.

He paces the room, one hand tugging idly at his collar, the other tucked across his torso, fingers tapping against his side. 

His brow furrows as his lips move silently rehearsing his next move.

You watch him, captivated by his energy, the way his mind races ahead, always three steps beyond the present.

“The truth is cutting deep,” Vernon finally says, his voice tense with agitation. “The people are starting to believe, but the leaders? They’re either clueless or covering up their own filthy secrets.”

He halts, dragging a hand through his hair, the frustration rising from his feud with Mayor Garcia, whose smug denials of corruption sting, along with his distrust of Sheriff Joe Cross, whose piercing skepticism blocks his influence.

“Come to me Vernon,” you soothe, your voice a gentle lure drawing him back from the edge.

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the chaos in them stills. He crosses the room, lowering himself to you, his body settling against yours. 

His head rests on your chest, the warmth of him seeping into you as your fingers thread through his hair, tracing soothing patterns as his ear presses against your heartbeat.

“The sheriff’s wife is aligned in my truth,” Vernon says after a pause, his voice low, almost reverent. 

Your fingers weave gently through his hair, coaxing his thoughts to spill, a tender ritual that binds him to you.

“She’s begging me to talk to her husband, and now that he’s aiming for mayor…”

His words drift as his hand slips around your waist, anchoring himself in your warmth.

“If I can intercept him early and derail his plans…” he continues, his tone sharpening with intent, “I could unravel this town from its core.”

You can hear the calculation woven into his words, the weight of a plan taking shape, and as he tilts his head, his eyes lock onto yours alive with purpose.

His hand cups your face, his thumb brushing lightly across your jaw, and you slip your fingers beneath his collar, feeling the warmth of his skin.

“You always know exactly what to do, Vernon,” you admit, your voice soft, fingers curling around the open edge of his shirt. “It makes me want to do everything you say.”

His lips curve into a slow knowing smile as his thumb drags along your lower lip.

“You’d surrender to me anywhere, wouldn’t you?” Vernon says, his voice low, almost reverent, and his gaze drops to your lips as his mouth claims yours, silencing everything but the heat between you.

Your fingers slide to the back of his neck and through his hair, pulling him closer as you lose yourself in the intensity of his lips, his tongue, the way he claims your mouth.

He hums, a deep, resonating sound against your lips, and slowly kneels back on his heels, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his loose white shirt. 

“My followers are surging by the second,” he says, his voice low and charged with triumph, eyes glinting as he envisions his influence. 

“In my next speech I will ignite them,” he says, as the fabric slips from his shoulders revealing the broad tattooed canvas of his chest, the ink scripted across his pecs, and down his torso. 

“I’ll forge their anger to slice through this towns facade.” He continues as your hands glide down his abs, fingers grazing the ridges of muscle before tugging lightly at his waistband. 

“I’ll set every phone ablaze with my virtue.” he rasps, unbuttoning his pants, and as his cock slides out, thick and heavy you wrap your hand around the base feeling its warm weight as you stroke him slowly. 

A sharp exhale escapes his lips as you grip him firmly, and all the intensity of his scheming dissolves instantly in his eyes.

His brown hair falls into his face as he gazes down at you, lips parted and flushed, his eyes darkening with desire.

Your hand moves skillfully along his shaft, thumb circling the head, before twisting lightly on every downstroke.

His fingers grasp your thighs possessively, keeping them apart, until his cock is solid and pulsing, making you ache for him.

“I want you Vernon,” your breath, your voice filled with desire.

His eyes burn with lust as he moves your hand away and he pushes your legs up, pulling your shorts and panties off in one fluid motion. 

He lays on top of you, his hands sliding under your shirt, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. Your fingers trace the tattoos along his back, the ink a map of his story, and he kisses his way up to your lips.

“I want you too,” Vernon whispers between kisses, his voice heavy with longing as he presses himself against you, and slowly he pushes his cock inside as you moan feeling your body adjust to him.

His hands cup your breasts, kneading them gently, his thumbs brushing your nipples sending surges of pleasure through you. 

Each thrust is deep, filling you completely, and your walls pulse around his cock as he goes harder, his hair falling into his face as his eyes lock on your lips. 

“Tell me how it feels, I want to hear you say it” he breathes, his voice low and reverent as his hands cup your chest, angling himself to heighten your pleasure, each movement precise and intentional.

“You feel so good Vernon…” you whimper, your voice breaking as he hits a depth that intensifies the pressure building inside you, and his pace quickens, his body tensing as he loses himself in you.

“So perfect…” Vernon whispers, his praises spilling from his lips.“So beautiful...”

Your walls begin to flutter, the pleasure coiling tight, and you surrender completely, coming undone beneath him.

He kisses you through it, worshipping you with every touch, his only thought your pleasure, the way you feel as you fall apart. 

His breaths become heavier, and you can tell he’s close, the deep groan in his throat a testament to how good he feels. 

He comes with a shudder, filling you with warmth, his cock twitching as he presses fervent kisses across your lips, each one amplifying his release.

His kisses trail along your neck as he winds down, his body relaxing against yours, and you thread your fingers through his hair, smiling softly. 

“Is your mind still racing Vernon,” you tease breathlessly. 

He looks up at you, his smile lazy and content, the light in his eyes the kind that never fully goes out.

“It is,” he admits his fingers tracing your neck. “But you calm it.” He whispers brushing his lips against your collarbone. “You always do.” he says as his lips linger on your skin, softer now, as if you’re his only truth in a world of lies.

As he falls silent, his words settle in your chest like a promise, a quiet vow that binds you to him amidst his unending fight to awaken the masses in Eddington.

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AUSTIN BUTLER | YSL SPRING 25

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I made some Valentine designs of my crushes 💕🥰

More art on my Insta 🌹

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A little video of the inside of the 50’s Diner.

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How do I look? Okay? Hot? Not?