#Austin smut

[callumsgirl]

Beautiful Things...that I've got

pairing: Austin Butler x female reader (Elizabeth)

summary: Elizabeth is young and beautiful when she starts a bartender job at the Rough Wheel. A dimly lit bar known for its jukeboxes, pool tables and the Outlaw MC drinking and hanging around.

Elizabeth had been working at the bar for two months and had had a crush on Austin ever since she first saw him playing pool and he called her a Babydoll in a raspy, warm voice, and handed her his credit card. It only got worse from that moment on, because to say Elizabeth was inexperienced with men was an understatement. She was 21, unkissed and a virgin, and Outlaw's number two had it in for her.

warnings: mostly flirting, age gab (21 y.o. and 33 y.o.), light and heavy smut, kissing, sexual unexperienced woman, virgin woman, first sexual experiences, some hard wording, use of pet names, fist fight, blood and smut, tears and mental pain

word count: 15,7 k

A/N: English is my second language. Please have mercy with me!

POV Elizabeth // Chicago, USA

Today is my two month anniversary, and all of my classes at the college are going pretty well for me. My grades are impeccable, I'm almost done writing my senior thesis, and I've made $60 in tips in my last two shifts.

Also, my mother had finally stopped trying to fix me up with a smart young man from her church. She tries to do that all the time and it's annoying. Mom always wants to get me a good match. She's hopelessly romantic. I let out a silent sigh. After combing my hair, I put it up in a plait. A young woman with moss-green eyes and freckles on her cheeks looks at me in the mirror. Hoping to look halfway decent next to the other female waitresses and earn a few dollars in tips, I dab a little lip gloss on my lips.

I'm wearing my favourite dress. It's red, cute and not too short for working behind the bar. I made the mistake of wearing a skirt that was too short once in my first week at the bar…and it was awkward and disgusting when Jimmy - that weird old guy who always sits at the bar - saw my half-naked bum.

Since then I've only worn jeans, skirts or dresses that cover my thighs. I'm also the only one of the waitresses who doesn't wear red lipstick. Callie, a bartender friend of mine, thinks I'm a prude and pretty stupid to miss out on all the tips just because I don't want to wear red lipstick.

To be honest, I need every cent, but I'm not going to earn it by wearing red lipstick, batting my eyes and sitting on some guy's lap. I close my eyes for a moment and take a deep breath.

I take one last look in the mirror before I leave the student hall of residence and get on my bike to cycle to the bar. My shift starts at 6pm and it takes me about 20 minutes on my bike.

When I arrive at the bar, it's still quiet and empty. I put my bag in my locker, tie an apron around my waist and start taking stock of the alcoholic drinks and snacks.

Just as I'm ticking off the last few lines of the list, Callie comes into the bar and smiles at me. She is tall, athletic and has flawless skin. Her full lips are all glossy and dark red. Callie looks beautiful and sexy without much effort. Life can be really cruel. I curl my lips a little enviously.

"Hey sweet girl. You look pretty. Did you put the dress on for Austin?" she teases me and winks as her hands clasp the hem of my red dress and she strokes it. She really winks at me!

I shake my head gently and feel my cheeks flush.

Damn it. Calm down Elizabeth, I think and give her a shy smile. Just one comment about Austin and my heartbeat goes out of control and I look like a tomato.

Sometimes I think she has an idea of how sheltered I grew up. That my parents kept me a million miles away from all the boys, that all I had to worry about was making sure I got good grades. But then she winks at me and makes these… comments about red lips and that I work in a bar full of hot bikers.

This bar is definitely a place my parents would never have let me go. Plus, this bar is far from my parents' idea of where I should work and who I should hang out with. But I haven't told them about my job yet.

The hourly wage is okay. The tips don't make me rich, but it helps me get through the month and I'm certainly not going to call my parents and ask for a dime.

I bite the inside of my cheek and lower my eyes, embarrassed. "Don't be silly, Callie," I laugh nervously. "I'm wearing this dress because I like it. Austin wouldn't even look at me if I - I gesture in her direction with my pen in hand, pursing my lips at her revealing outfit. "…if I wore something like you. It just doesn't suit me." I can feel my cheeks getting even hotter and quickly brush a loose strand of hair that has come loose from my plait behind my ear.

"You're joking, aren't you?" she asks, raising an eyebrow curiously. Her make-up is striking and dark. Her green eyes look so hypnotizing and intense with the black eyeliner and her red lips distract me.

I shake my head again and turn to more important tasks. Namely, finally getting through this list before the bar fills up.

"No," I reply and shrug my shoulders. "It's obvious that I don't fit in here and I'm sure no one here is interested in me. Look at me." I can't help but smile. It's obvious that I grew up differently and don't belong here. I stand out with my freckles, my clothes and the fact that I hardly wear any make-up. I often feel out of place. That's often the case. I press my lips together.

Callie smirks and brushes another strand of hair out of my face. "You're really sweet, Lizzie, and naïve," she says, pinching my cheek.

I gasp indignantly and frown. "What?" I ask in shock and blink at her. She can't be serious, can she?

"You're clever, and pretty, and cute. You're a lot more dangerous to the boys here than you think. Plus a lot of the men calling you by pet names. It's a good sign and more money for you, sweet girl." Then Callie turns her back to me and starts polishing beer glasses.

What nonsense, I think to myself and stare at her for a few more seconds until I get back to work.

Two hours later, the bar is overcrowded and I'm mixing various drinks in piecework time. I cut fresh lemon slices and decorate cocktail glasses. Then I pour beer and polish glasses again.

The air is warm, stale and when the front door opens again, a cool breeze blows over my heated, slightly sweaty skin. Only now do I realize how out of breath I actually am and how hungry I am. As if on cue, my stomach grumbles and I sigh in bittersweet despair. My break isn't for another two hours and judging by the rush at the bar, I'll be making a lot more cocktails before then. I let out another sigh and chew on my lower lip. The thought of my turkey sandwiches in my rucksack makes my stomach growl and I feel sick.

I roll my eyes. Pull yourself together, Elizabeth.

Then I work through the customers' drinks requests. I mix cocktails and pour beer. I fill the ice and lemons, rinse the glasses and polish them afterwards. Another blonde comes to the bar and waves for a waitress. Just as I'm about to approach her, Callie comes towards me and sends me on my break. Thank God!

I devour my sandwich and an apple during my short break between the current swing and the next. Then I stand behind the bar again and push full glasses across the counter. I'm slicing up more lemons and limes when someone throws a penny into the jukebox and selects a song. This Live by Curtis Stigers.

It's loud in here and it's hard to hear the music, but when the first sounds come through to me, I know immediately that he is here. Only one person in the bar would dare to play just this one song. I exhale loudly and my fingers tremble as I place the lemon and lime slices in a bowl.

My eyes sting slightly and I squint. While everything around me is black and yet so loud, I try to calm my frayed nerves. My heartbeat speeds up and a shiver runs down my spine. I bite my lower lip and whirl around to the counter as a woman's voice calls for the waitress again.

I see him out of the corner of my eye as I'm mixing two Bloody Marys. "Have a nice evening," I murmur in a loud voice and push the glasses over to the blonde woman waiting impatiently for her drinks.

As soon as she's gone, I wipe my hands on my apron and take two or three steps to the left. From here I can see the pool table, and I swallow hard when I recognize Austin among the bikers. It's not unusual for the MC to come here, but it's nerve-wracking for me. It's the closest I've ever been to a bunch of law-breakers on roaring motorcycles.

Young - and attractive, very attractive. He is tall, wears washed-out blue jeans and a black sleeveless top, with his biker jacket over it and has dark blond unruly hair and crazy blue eyes with which he surveys the entire bar.

I take another step closer to the end of the counter and scrutinize him. Describing Austin as handsome doesn't even begin to do him justice. I bite my lip and continue to stare. I don't normally do this, but I can't help myself…he's just so good looking.

"Oh, my God," I moan softly and lean over the bar a little, standing on my tiptoes as Austin takes the pool stick from a younger guy. A prospect I guess. They're all wearing biker jackets and I can feel my pulse fluttering under my skin.

The jackets of the older members are decorated with various patches and the prospects wear completely naked jackets. I don't really know much about life in an MC, but I've overheard conversations from the girls at the bar and know that the prospects have to earn their patches. With character and courage, sometimes with strangely dangerous tasks and other times they have to take a beating. I think it's exaggerated and dangerous, but nobody asks me.

"Damn, kiss me, fuck me," I sigh and watch as he leans his upper body over the pool table, focuses on the balls in front of him and then shoots. An electric wave rushes through my entire body and I press my lips together helplessly.

"Yeah, you'd like that," Callie suddenly mumbles behind me, scaring the hell out of me. I don't even know that I said it out loud.

But Austin isn't paying any attention to me and is smoking his cigarettes and playing pool with his boys. I press my lips and eyes together in shame and turn to face to Callie. "I didn't…"

"Shut up, sweet girl," she puts a finger to my lips and leans closer to me, her lips almost touching my cheek as she murmurs in my ear: "I'd fuck him too. He's really hot."

The two of us watch Austin as he leans on the edge of the pool table with both arms. The subdued light makes shadows dance across the deep ridges of his muscles. His muscles are firm and pronounced and as he slowly raises his head, mumbles something to himself and shoos one of the contenders away, our eyes meet. I need a moment to find my voice again. If this man had any semblance of a middle-class and less dangerous life, I would probably throw myself at him. But he lives for the MC and that… is not for me.

I have been crushing on him since the first night he handed me his credit card, called me with a raspy voice Babgirl for once, and asked me to start a tab for him. That was the starting point and it only got worse from there.

I gasp out loud - once again I feel caught out tonight and as the corners of his mouth lift slowly and sensually, his lips curl into a knowing, dirty smile, my stomach tightens. I stumble back half a step and bump my back against Callie's torso.

"Sorry," I mumble breathlessly and turn around in a flash. I disappear into the break room and sit there for five minutes until my heart rate calms down.

Pull yourself together, my sense of honor whispers to me and pulls my shoulders back. It raises its little chin to the sky and then gives me an encouraging nod. Get out there and keep serving drinks, Elizabeth.

I have regained some control of myself as I step behind the bar. It takes all my mental strength not to turn my head and look back at the pool table, but I persevere. Over the next half hour, I continue to serve drinks and the memories of Austin are pushed back into my mind. However, the biting feeling of shame in my chest continues to remind me that I've made an idiot of myself.

That's just the way you are, the cynical little voice in my head etches, jabbing me in the ribs. Prudish, untouched and not wanted.

Austin is in a different league to me. I scrape together the last shreds of self-respect and lock all my thoughts of him away in a little box in the back of my head.

I am overcome with nausea and only by taking deep breaths do I manage to shake off the feeling. I turn to polishing more glasses when I suddenly feel a dark, slightly cheerful and vibrant presence behind me. My back muscles tense up and I lift my chin slightly. My senses are on alert.

I hope it's not Jimmy again, I think wistfully and curl my lips into an unpleasant grimace. Just as I've mentally resigned myself to having to deal with Jimmy today, I hear a pleasantly hoarse voice murmur: "Hey Babydoll, are you free?"

I stifle an annoyed groan and grit my teeth. Then I breathe in and out quietly before I start draining another glass of beer. Austin called me Babydoll, again and a tiny part of me likes it. Very much so. Apart from the life he leads, which I absolutely don't want for myself, he's insanely handsome. I mean, what's the big deal if I look at him from time to time. As far as I know, no one has ever died from being adored from afar. My self-esteem grinds its teeth alarmingly and crosses its arms in front of its chest. I shake my head slightly, worried about the direction my thoughts are taking, and grab another glass to polish. "I'm busy. Please leave me alone."

"Doesn't look particularly busy," Austin replies. "If you're already behind the bar-"

The day had started so well and now - after my embarrassing reaction to what? A brief eye contact and I'm done. I interrupt him, annoyed and angry at the lapse in my self-control. In one fluid motion, I turn to him and the words flow uninhibited from my lips: "Then what, asshole?"

Shit! I'm fucked, I think the moment I recognize my words. I open my eyes. My subconscious lifts its little head in shock and stares back and forth between me and Austin. It's completely beside itself and hisses angrily: Are you crazy? I stumble a step back and my butt bang against the back of the bar. My hands are shaking and I barely manage to put the glass of beer down on the counter.

A few seconds pass and everything around me suddenly happens in slow motion. The music is muffled and only reaches me to a limited extent, the shouts of the waiting guests are far away and the laughter over at the pool table barely touches me.

"Asshole, hmm? I wouldn't have trusted you to have such a dirty mouth, babygirl." Austin's ice-blue eyes scrutinize me attentively. The intensity of his gaze and demeanor gives me the creeps.

"Don't call me, babygirl", I grumble angrily. Then I hesitate and lower my gaze. I stare at my sneakers and then raise my head again, heart pounding. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have insulted you."

"Ohh, you can call me whatever you want. I've been called far worse," he laughs lightly and licks his lips.

Oh, I can immediately think of some suitable names; arrogant idiot, fool, arrogant ass…I follow the movements of his body and watch as he rests his elbows on the counter, his muscles bulging, and then murmurs dangerously darkly, "Why not? Do you have a boyfriend I should know about?"

"What?" I squeak and blink like crazy. "Do I what?", I add. My gaze is still glued to his lips. Wow, what pink, full lips. I wonder how they would feel on mine....hmm. Stop! I squint my eyes. No, I think angrily. He's a tease and he's making fun of me.

"Do you have a boyfriend, little girl?" he asks again, continuing to look me in the eye intensely as he leans a little further over the counter and reaches for a bottle of brandy.

"Hey," I grumble. "Put it back down," I demand of him and there's that amused glint in his eyes again. To my surprise, or perhaps more likely his own, he puts the bottle back down and raises his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. At least make me a drink."

I snort and step hesitantly on the spot. None of my colleagues seem to have noticed what's going on between him and me.

Then it suddenly occurs to me that he could get me fired quicker than I'd like. A nasty look from him and Tom, the owner will sack me. I lower my eyes to my feet once more and then tighten my shoulders. I take two steps to the front bar and pick up the bottle of brandy.

"With cola? With ice?," I ask and take a heavy crystal glass from one of the lower cupboards.

"No, just ice," he shakes his head and as I pour the brandy into the glass, he doesn't take his eyes off me. As I break some ice in the cooler, I don't notice how he slowly raises his left arm and shortly afterwards I feel his rough, warm knuckles on my cheek. When his knuckles touch my skin, I feel like sparks are flying. Embarrassed, I pull my head back. Must have been static energy. I blink, about as fast as my heart is beating. I lift my head slightly and look at him with a slightly trembling lower lip.

"What are you doing?", I whisper. "Please stop." I turn my head slightly to avoid his touch, even though it burns me and feels good.

Again, he doesn't answer my question. Instead, he repeats his, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Why does he want to know? He's certainly not checking out his chances with me. I inwardly roll my eyes at this unnecessary comment and the clear side-swipe from my subconscious.

I sigh half annoyed at his arrogance, half shocked that he's touching me. "No, I don't have a boyfriend. Please let go of me."

"That's a real shame," he murmurs, his husky voice doing strangely heated things to me. I'm blinking too fast, breathing too loudly and my hands are shaking badly as I put the full brandy glass on the counter and push it over to him. "You have really nice lips. Not as made up as the other girls here."

I turn deep red. Once again, and when he recognizes the heated glow on my cheeks, he finally leans back slowly. But before his knuckles leave my cheek, his thumb brushes over my bottom lip, tracing its outline. My breath catches and I can't move. Austin raises the glass to his lips and takes a small sip. "That really is a waste, babygirl," he replies, and I swallow hard.

As soon as the meaning of his words get through to me, I tear myself away from him. With unsteady legs, I stumble back and slap his hand away. "Stop it. I'm not one of your whores!"

I feel hurt and humiliated. Really offended by his words.

His eyes flash in astonishment. His slapped hand hovers in the air for a few moments and then he lowers it. He still looks unimpressed and completely calm. But the expression in his blue eyes has changed. In addition to the glitter, shadows now dance in his eyes and it's really creepy.

I really did beat him. Fuck!

Well, not really, but it was wrong. Now he has every reason to have me thrown out.

He strokes his own lip with the thumb that was just touching mine. The way he strokes his lips is hypnotizing and dangerous at the same time. "Hmmm… you're not really," he murmurs, fixing me very slowly. "If you were one, my hands would be around your pretty, slender neck right now."

He can't possibly be serious. My pulse quickens. Why is he upsetting me like this? Is it because of his outrageously good looks? Is it his penetrating gaze? Or is it because he keeps tracing his lower lip with his thumb and glaring at me menacingly? Can't he finally stop doing that?

I catch my breath and unconsciously lift my own hands to my neck. He grins wickedly. "Exactly… I would squeeze and squeeze until your eyes glaze over and your beautiful lips open slightly. I would make you beg and punish you", he confirms without any humor in his voice and stares at me.

"You're physotic," I reply in a low voice. I hardly trust my own voice anymore. The words slip out before I can stop them.

He gently shakes his head again, amused by my choice of words. Then everything happens very quickly. Austin leans over the bar again and grabs my wrist, pulling me towards him with a jerk. The tips of my feet touch the baseboard of the bar and I gasp in his face, startled and frightened.

I blink around, looking for help, but still no one is looking after me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Callie at the other end of the bar and I want to call out to her, but one look into Austin's eyes and I fall silent. He raises his free hand and brushes a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. My whole body trembles with tension and sheer fear.

"No, I'm not," he contradicts me. "I just grew up differently to you, babygirl," he explains, lowering his eyelids briefly. His voice is surprisingly soft. Austin stares at the neckline of my dress from above and can see my breasts rising and falling quickly. Then his eyes fall on my necklace. He licks his lips and takes the small cross between his fingers.

I expect him to say some stupid line about God and Jesus, but none of it comes out of his lips. Instead, he leans down so that his cheek brushes my chin and I raise my hands, clasping his wrist as he strokes my lips. "Just as innocent and pure as I suspected."

"You don't know anything about me", I stutter and in the next moment, I close my eyes and press my lips together. God, how can anyone be as stupid as me?

Austin is grinning and he is so close to me that I can breathe in his scent. He smells intoxicatingly of aftershave, soap and engine oil. I greedily soak up the smell.

"Oh no?" he asks, amused. "Then listen carefully Elizabeth. You're young, so damn pretty and innocent. I could have you broken and floating in five fucking minutes. Don't tell me you're a bad girl who kisses random strange men and spreads her legs," he stops and I jerk my eyes open. Austin leans back enough to look me in the eye again. "You're pure, you're perfect, and yet you're in this fucked up place…with me."

"Please let go off me", I beg.

Austin tilts his head slightly and looks at me. "You've got my attention now and I'm not done with you yet."

His words are both a threat and a promise. What does it all mean?

There are so many confusing thoughts chasing around in my head. I can't bring order to the chaos and when Austin brushes my lips again, muscles I didn't know I had tighten deep inside. "Do you know what the problem is with beautiful things in life, Elizabeth?"

I shake my head, barely noticing. Somehow I fear something bad and I try to pull away from him. The corners of his mouth twitch again. Sick bastard! He's having way too much fun with this whole thing. Intimidating young women like me and making fools of them is probably one of his habits. Austin smiles, fascinated, and loosens his grip on my wrist. A brief illusion of control and freedom that I try to take advantage of. I tug and tug, but he tightens his grip again.

"Shh, shh," he whispers. "You don't have to panic, babygirl. Just answer my question."

"I don't know, what's with the beautiful things, Austin?" I sound much whinier than I would like and shrug my shoulders cluelessly. I just want to get out of this bar and crawl into my little bed in the dorm.

"They are only beautiful until they are broken. What will break you?"

He loosens his grip and slowly lets go of me. I immediately increase the distance to him and wipe my palms over my cheeks. There are a few tears and I quickly wipe them away. Then I rub my wrist gently and look at him, scared and angry.

There is a satisfied, ashamed grin on his lips as he stands up and pushes the brandy glass over the counter. He toasts me and strolls back to the pool table.

I wrap my arms around my torso and try miserably to calm my nerves and my raging heartbeat. I just want to get out of here and wash the entire day off my skin. But when I look over at the wall clock, it's only 11 p.m.

I keep glancing nervously over my shoulder and catch Austin staring in my direction. Maybe this is another one of his strange habits, I think distractedly and purse my lips.

Then a rarely romantic thought rises up in the depths of my mind and I wonder if there is any hope left that there is still some light shimmering in Austin. I'm naïve, but not naïve enough to think I can change him. I realized early on that I'm not the girl that guys quit their jobs or move across the country for. A guy certainly wouldn't give up his lifestyle and values for me. Not when it involves motorcycling and a god damn MC.

It's after midnight when Callie goes into the break and the bar is half empty. I start refilling a few shots, washing glasses and wiping down the bar. When I've done everything behind the bar, I grab a fresh cloth and start wiping down the empty tables in the entrance area. I replace the burnt-out candles with new ones and refill the serving dispenser and cutlery.

It takes me about ten minutes to finish the first tables and say goodbye to the other regulars. Austin and his biker friends are still there. While some continue to play pool or darts, Austin sits on a chair. He sits upside down on it and leans his arms over the backrest, holding a half-empty glass in one hand. A cigarette burns between his lips and I quickly look away from him when I realize how much I'm staring at him. Just after… everything.

"This is so stupid," I mutter to myself after turning my back on him. "Get over him , Elizabeth!" I wipe down the next tables. Some have stains, others are sticky. I scrub like crazy. I'm finally done, my hands a little rough and dry from the detergent. Just as I'm about to disappear behind the counter, I bump into a guy.

I squeak, startled, and stammer: "Sorry, I didn't see you."

"No problem," a pleasantly warm voice replies, and I feel two large hands on my upper arms, gently pushing me back a few steps. "Didn't see you, sweetheart."

I think his name is Benny. He's so young and a prospect in the MC. He does the dirty work and has to be pushed around by the older members.

But for what?, I ask myself.

I take a closer look at him and notice that he has a nice smile, even though he's completely drunk. His brown, wispy hair sticks out in all directions. His dark eyes are narrowed.

"It's okay," I smile. "Maybe you should go home. You've had a lot to drink," I suggest in a cautious voice.

He looks at me silently for a breath, maybe two. Then he nods slightly and makes a slightly snivelling face. "I can't leave until the others do. That's what being new is like."

"Ohh," I gasp in surprise. "I didn't know that."

"It's alright", he reply. "You're really pretty by the way", Benny adds.

His thumbs rub lightly over my bare upper arms and I start to shiver. I tilt my head back slightly and giggle. "Really?" I ask. "Am I pretty?"

He frowns in confusion. "Yeah…"

"Benny, come here." A harsh, hoarse voice cuts through the air. I feel Benny's fingers tighten around my upper arms. Inevitably, I hold my breath and take half a step back. Benny drops his arms and when his hands leave my skin, I feel a chill run through me.

"I'm sorry," he begins. But once again his words are interrupted by Austin's hoarse, strained voice. I press my lips together and close my eyes.

"It was nice talking to you, Benny." I say with a small smile and circle around him.

Just before I stand behind the bar again, he murmurs in a q uiet voice, "I'd like to talk to you more often."

The corners of my mouth twitch and for the first time in a few hours, something feels normal, and nice. I nod slightly, "Okay Benny."

From a distance, I hear a chair scraping loudly across the wooden floor, and then Austin appears in the corner of my eye. He comes towards me with determined steps and I open my eyes in shock as he stretches out an arm and jerks Benny around by the shoulder. For a fraction of a moment, Benny is completely surprised, then he tries in vain to push Austin away from him. Austin wraps a hand around Benny's neck and holds him tight. But it is futile. Austin presses him closer to his chest and his lips almost touch the shell of Benny's ear as he whispers hoarsely in his ear. Meanwhile, his icy blue eyes lock on me. An unstoppable storm rages in them and I stumble back.

Benny looks completely tense. He nods mechanically to everything Austin hisses into his ear. Then Austin lets go of Benny's neck. I breathe a sigh of relief. My heart is pounding in my throat as Austin presses Benny's cheek flat against the sticky counter with a deafening slap. Benny groans painfully, but makes no sign of resisting.

"Do you hear me?" Austin hisses angrily. "You will never talk to her or look at her again or I'll break more than your fucking ribs."

"Austin," I scream, terrified. "He didn't do anything."

"Shut up, baby girl. He needs to learn his place." For a split second, I see something like humility and remorse in his eyes. Then it's gone, leaving behind the dark shadows and the raw aggression that runs through his veins.

I stumble back a few more steps until my legs hit the back of the counter. My fingers rebel as I clutch my hands hard around the edge of the counter, turning my head to the side as Austin pushes it down on the counter once more. A whimper escapes me and I immediately slap my hands over my face.

"Now take it like a man, Benny," he demands and lets him go. Austin takes a few steps away from him and takes off his jacket. He hands it to a guy with a long white beard. I think his name is Hank.

The scene in front of me makes no sense to me at all. I want to intervene and object, but I don't understand what this is all about. My lips open, but I close my mouth again. What should I say?

The other bikers have now also stood up and some of them, mainly the older ones, are watching the show with amusement. Then Knickers comes over to the bar and leans sideways on the counter. He gives me a surprisingly sympathetic look. As if he can grasp my confusion, he says, "It's not personal, sweetheart. Those are the rules at the MC and Benny has to respect them."

"But he only spoke to me," I mumble in exasperation. Austin's lips are curled into a promising grin. The tip of his tongue darts out from between his lips and he moistens them. Then he raises his hand and holds up exactly one finger. "You have one free stroke, Benny. Then I'll finish you off."

"What?" I gasp. "Hank?" I chastise in shock and open my eyes. "He's not really hitting him, is he?"

"Relax, little one. It'll be over quickly." He pats my hand like I'm five years old.

"No." I shake my head wildly. "I can't let that happen." I'm halfway to stepping out from behind the bar when Knickers grabs my hand, gently but firmly. "Stay here, little one. Austin can be a moody son of a bitch, but he's fair."

Fair?! This is a really bad joke. I audibly expel the air from my lungs and watch as Austin encourages Benny with a wave of his hand. "Go on!" he shouts.

Benny raises his fists and in the next moment he dashes forward with a big stride. He swings his right fist and misses Austin's chin by a hair's breadth. I squeal and squeeze Hank's hand.

Then they circle each other like predators and it's as if Austin is taunting him and deliberately not landing any hits. A frightening darkness flickers in his blue eyes again and I bite my lower lip. Benny takes advantage of the moment of inattention and delivers a brutal left uppercut to Austin. I squeeze my eyes shut and the next time I open them, Austin is wiping his thumb over his split lip and spitting blood onto the scratched wooden floor of the bar.

"You little fucker!" Austin curses and spits again, this time right at Benny's feet. This is followed by two quick steps and a combination of uppercuts and frontal punches to Benny's ribcage.

A deafening crack followed by pain-filled moans pierces the bar and my ears. Benny sinks to his knees and a breath later Austin pushes him to the floor and starts hitting him with wild combinations of punches. All I can see is spurting blood and hear loud, uncontrolled breathing.

I pull my hand out from under Hank's and flee to the back of the bar. As soon as I reach the back office, I push through the crack in the door and close the door behind me. Salty tears run down my cheeks and I try to contain the adrenaline rushing through my body. I stroke my cheeks, then my hair and walk in circles.

My head is spinning. What the hell just happened? What have I got myself into?

"Fuck," I mumble breathlessly. "Benny…what have I done," I cry. I throw myself onto the brown leather couch and pull my legs close to my chest, crying bitter tears. I am overcome by a wave of guilt. It all happened so fast - one second I was wiping the table and the next Austin was pining over some poor, innocent guy…because of me. I am the reason for this outburst of brutal, bloody violence. My chest rises and falls heavily and I gasp desperately for air. Tears blur my vision and I sniffle, and sniffle. It's no use and within a few minutes my nose is completely blocked and my cheeks are burning from the salty tears. I wipe my face roughly with my hands.

I'm so lost in my thoughts and tears that I don't even notice the heavy footsteps approaching me. It's only when the office door opens and Austin steps into the room that I raise my head, startled. My legs tremble and my fingers feel numb and cold as I struggle to my feet. Defiantly, I jut my chin up and sniffle: "I didn't invite you in."

"You didn't have to, babygirl," he replies harshly.

Damn it, go away, I plead silently and when he doesn't move, I scrutinize him from head to toe. My gaze first falls on his clenched fists. His knuckles are swollen, partially burst open and full of blood. I feel sick in an instant. I quickly turn my eyes away from his hands and look him in the face. His ice-blue eyes gleam wildly and impenetrably in my direction and I bite my lower lip. His lower lip has split open and blood is slowly drying on his chin. I swallow hard and turn away from him. "I don't want to see you. Please go away!"

Again, there is no answer. I don't hear the door either and the next moment I feel two warm, large hands resting on my upper arms and turning me around. His arrogance pisses me off and I want to scream at him, but at the same time I'm terrified of him. Austin has just beaten up a man…over an innocent conversation.

"That's not true," he insists in a gentle voice. "Why are you crying?" he whispers. He hugs me to him with one arm while he lets the fingers of his other hand glide tenderly over my cheek. I avert my gaze and close my eyes. His fingertips trace the contours of my face and when his thumb strokes my lower lip, his breath catches and I open my eyes. Austin looks me in the eye, and I return his smoldering, bewildered gaze before his shapely mouth catches my attention. Despite the swelling already setting in and the dried blood, his lips are still pink and full. For the first time in my twenty-one years of life, I want to be kissed. Even if all the circumstances speak against it.

Damn it, kiss me!, I beg him silently.

"You hit him," I whisper in a trembling voice. I'm paralyzed, completely captivated by him. I stare at his mouth, spellbound, and Austin looks down at me with a darkly veiled gaze. He cups his palm around my cheek and chin. His touch forces me to lean towards him.

"He was looking at you," he explains and I stare at him, confused.

What? "Just like every other guest tonight. Do you even hear what you're saying?" I ask, frowning. I raise my arms and press my palms to his chest, which turns out to be a clear mistake. He doesn't move an inch and feeling his warm, firm muscles and heartbeat under my fingers feels so wrong and yet so outrageously good.

"Even if I explained it to you, you wouldn't understand," he sighs and strokes my cheek again. This time his cracked knuckles touch my skin and I flinch. Austin shows no pain, though. "The rules in MC are very specific. He had to understand that there are rules, and you're one of them, babygirl." He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and shakes his head almost imperceptibly, as if to answer my unspoken question. When he opens his eyes again, the expression in his blue eyes is distant and there is a steely determination in them.

"Elizabeth, I'm exactly what you don't want out of life," he whispers.

Excuse me? How does he know that? Where did this sudden change of direction come from? Surely that's my decision alone, even if he's absolutely right and my reason applauds his words. My thoughts swirl out of disappointment at his confusing rejection. "You don't want me! I'm fucked up," he announces, swallowing hard. "I'd only break you," he adds hoarsely, gently pushing me away from him.

No!, my subconscious screams as he detaches himself from me and half turns away. Suddenly I feel very lonely and exposed. He watches my reaction carefully and a thought flashes through my mind: I wanted to be kissed, I made it damn obvious, and he didn't do it. He doesn't desire me.

I feel like a naive fool.

"You can't just say something like that and then walk away!" I mutter indignantly. The disappointment at his rejection and the cryptic meaning of his words make me angry. I grab his wrist and force him to look at me. "What do you mean I'm part of these MC rules?"

Austin looks at me silently for a while. Then he nods slowly and licks his lips. "Okay babygirl," he murmurs softly.

How can just a few words sound so enticing? I let go of his wrist and sit down on the brown couch. I look at him expectantly and watch as he somehow searches for the right words. Wow! I didn't think it was possible that someone like him - dark and dangerous - could be speechless; reaching for the right words.

"Some of us enjoy certain…privileges because of our rank in the club. We eat first, drink first, pick women," he pauses and rubs his knuckles together. "I picked you, and that includes the other guys keeping their distance from you."

"You did what? Picked me out, reserved me?" I shout at him angrily and stand up. I don't normally tend to use loud words and I immediately lower my voice again. Shouting has never helped anyone.

I straighten my shoulders and stare at Austin. My pulse starts to race. Something tightens in my stomach and the next moment I push past him wordlessly to leave the room. I can't believe it - I feel objectified, like an thing that can be reserved. My eyes start to sting again and I bite the inside of my cheek. This evening is a nightmare. I just want it to be over and I can leave. I'm sure if I find Callie and tell her I'm not feeling well, she'll let me go.

Just as I grasp the doorknob, an arm wraps around my waist from behind and spins me around. I collide with Austin's chest and gasp in shock. His fingertips tighten their grip around my waist and squeeze the fabric of my dress. He grabs my chin with his other hand and forces me to look him in the eye. My lower lip trembles and my choppy breath collides with his as I open my lips slightly. Austin stares at me, dark and promising. Is he going to kiss me after all?, I wonder, and in the next moment I receive a powerful jab between the ribs. My inner voice warns me and shrieks wildly. Fight him off, growls my subconscious. I silence it.

"Yes and no…I was protecting you with it, Elizabeth! Don't you understand that at all?" he asks, his jaw grinding.

How is he trying to protect me? He reserves me and puts his brand on me, and then?

"Protecting me? You're kinding right, Austin." I roll my eyes and press my hands against his chest. I desperately try to break away from him, but he won't let me escape. I turn my head jerkily and tear myself away from an engaging touch.

I hit his damn hard chest again. Son of a bitch!

He doesn't budge an inch and I realize how my nerves are slipping away from me repeatedly that evening. My blows become more uncoordinated, sluggish and weaker until my palms are just resting on his chest.

He lifts my chin again and I reluctantly give in. "Would you rather I kept my mouth shut and let some random guy throw dirty comments at you, grab your ass or pull you out of their laps, huh?"

I shake my head dejectedly and pause for a moment. I take a moment to memorize the sight of him. I have him to thank for the fact that I have mostly been left alone for the last two months, neither adjusted nor pulled onto any laps…after all the silence and my silent, bittersweet pining, he is still looking at me. Why me? I don't understand.

We remain silent. All thoughts are blown away and what remains is darkness and emptiness in my head. I risk a furtive glance up at him and at his lips. When Austin notices, his lips twitch.

He tightens the grip of his arm around my waist a little more and presses my upper body against his. My hands are now trapped between our bodies and suddenly the atmosphere in the room changes. Maybe it's because we're in such close quarters, or maybe it's because the hint of blood mingles with his unmistakable scent and numbs my senses. Tense, heated anticipation is in the air. My breathing and pulse quicken and he lowers his head a little. His eyes shimmer like liquid ice water and I bite my lip.

"Oh, shit!" he curses. "Maybe I'll regret this later, but I want to break you so badly, Elizabeth." He wraps one hand around the back of my neck and before I know it, his hips are pressing against mine. My God! I can't move my hands and desperately stand on my toes as one of his lips touches mine and he kisses me. His lips soften beyond measure and I moan into his mouth as I taste the blood. His tongue explores my mouth and then my own glides over his. I slowly feel my way forward and then our tongues begin an erotic dance. He spins me around and pushes me backwards a few steps until my ass touches the edge of the desk. I can feel his erection against my stomach. Wow… it's explosive.

We are both breathing heavily when the kiss ends. "You're amazing and beautiful," he gasps.

Beautiful. The compliment brings a blush to my cheeks. Austin thinks I'm beautiful. I risk a glance into his glowing eyes.

"Have you ever been kissed by anyone?"

"No," I whisper back. I do my best not to sink into the floor with embarrassment. Well…maybe Bobby tried to kiss me once in high school…never mind. It was childish and not worth mentioning.

"How is it that no guy has knocked you out yet? I don't get it. Men must be crazy about you." Suddenly my mouth is numb. Austin runs his fingers down the back of my neck and twists my braid around his wrist, forcing me to look him in the eye. I suck in the electrifying air around us. He gives me a wolfish grin, and I promptly feel that strange tugging in my abdomen again.

"You really are pure, so perfect." His thumb glides over my lower lip. His words act like an accelerant on me; my blood boils. He leans down to me, kisses me passionately and sucks on my lower lip. I moan and he smiles against my lips. "How old are you, Elizabeth?" he then asks in a low, raspy voice and I frown at his curiosity.

Why does he suddenly want to know? I swallow and open my mouth. "I'm twenty-one, almost twenty-two."

Something dark flashes in his eyes that I can't place. "How old are you?" I ask before I can stop myself.

A shadow flickers across his eyes and he continues to trace my bottom lip. "Thirty-three."

Oh man! There are several years between us. I slowly pull my hands back and intertwine my fingers.

"I really should leave you alone. You're far too young for me. Far too beautiful and I shouldn't want to break you."

It's that little compliment again. It's the second time he's said that he thinks I'm beautiful. I try to hide my stupid grin. Do you hear me now? He wants to break you?. my inner voice is shouting at me. My subconscious raises its head weakly. At least it's still alive. It's been suspiciously quiet for the last few minutes. Where was it when I needed it?

"What happens if you stay?" I whisper and his breath catches. "What happens then?", I add.

He grins darkly. "I don't know if you're naïve or just inexperienced, but you're remarkably brave," he says, his voice hoarse.

His words encourage me. They set me completely on fire and I press myself closer to his body. My hand trembles as I lift it and slide it along his neck. Austin freezes at the touch and blinks about as fast as my heart beats. My eyes fall on his lips again and I blush. He kissed me with those lips…wow.

I take the next step and run my fingers from his neck to his cheek to his chin. The blond stubble feels surprisingly soft and I look at his slightly swollen lips. The blood has dried and a crust is slowly forming. My fingertips hover in the air and I hold my breath with a pounding heart as I touch his lips. "Does it hurt?"

I don't know who this hurts more. Him or me. Austin stands perfectly still, not making a move. Only his fingers twitch around my waist and send pleasant shivers down my spine. "Not really. I've had far worse injuries after a fight," he explains with a sphinx smile. He opens his mouth slightly and licks my fingertips with his tongue. I gasp and then it takes my breath away. Why is that so sexy?

"Would you feel better if you tended to my wounds?" he whispers, hitting the mark with his words. I would really feel better if I knew that nothing was wrong with him. Not really I mean…my inner goddess sleepily lifts her head as she realizes we're about to touch Austin again. Suddenly she is wide awake and full of energy.

I nod gently and he releases me with a confident grin. My breathing is shallow; I can't take my eyes off him. He grabs a first aid kit from the filing cabinet next to the couch and places it on the desk next to me.

"Ready?", he asks.

"Hmmm," I hum and he puts his hands on my hips. He lifts me up in a flash and sits me on the tabletop. I squeak and open my eyes. Now I'm almost at eye level with him and he smiles in amusement at my reaction.

I turn my gaze away from him and take the first aid kit in my hands. I open the zipper and examine the contents. There are plasters, bandages, cleaning cloths, gloves and… condoms. My cheeks flash deep red. It's not really much, but it will be enough. I press my lips together in concentration and think hard about what to start with. I've never treated anyone after a fight before.

"Clean first, then treat", he helps me out.

Then I expel the unconsciously held air from my lungs and grab a bottle of disinfectant. I pour some of the blue, alcoholic liquid onto a white cloth and hesitate, muttering, "It'll probably sting."

Austin's eyes twinkle in amusement. "Go on, babygirl. I can take it."

I dab gently over his forehead, his cheeks, and when I reach his lips, his hands suddenly settle on my thighs, clasping with gentle pressure. My movements stutter and he grins smugly. What a bastard!

I squint slightly and press the cloth against his lips harder than necessary, wiping away the dried blood. Austin hisses softly and now I'm the one smiling with satisfaction. Ha!

"I didn't know you could be sadistic," he teases, watching me put the cloth away and reach for some ointment. A wave of heat chases through my body again.

"I'm not," I contradict and demand: "Hold still", I command then.

The corners of his mouth twitch, but he holds still. I put a little ointment on my index finger and stroke his eyebrow, his left cheek and his lips. He breathes in loudly through his nose while I concentrate on my work.

"Just keep telling yourself that," Austin murmurs, and a feeling of hot lust flashes through me. He stands in front of me, looks me in the eye. He's so damn sexy.

I ignore his words and ask instead: "Have you been caught anywhere else?"

"I don't know." He shrugs and then whispers playfully, "But you're welcome to look, Elizabeth."

I gasp for air. He's clearly taking the piss.

"I'm serious, Austin."

His fingers twitch around my thighs again and squeeze lightly. His palms are warm and rough. Every slightest movement of his hands makes all the senses in my body sing on high alert.

"Me too, babygirl." His hands wander up my thighs and reach the hem of my dress. My heart stops beating.

"Do you have any idea how seductive you are, Elizabeth?" He lets his hands wander tenderly over my thighs and pushes the red, fluffy fabric up. I automatically spread my legs for him and he steps closer to me. "Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?", he adds as I whimper softly.

The muscles deep inside me contract deliciously. I would love to close my eyes, but the wild expression in his blue eyes hypnotizes me. Unpredictable waves of lust and darkness break in his eyes and I want to drown in them. He releases one hand from my thigh and I immediately miss the feel of his warm fingers there. But then he curves his hand half around my chin, half down my neck and leans in for a short, sweet kiss.

"Once you say yes, there's no going back," he whispers and as I realize he's not only offering me a warning, but also a way out of this messed up, heated situation, my nerves are completely shot. I breathe in and out frantically. I can almost feel the chaotic feelings - or is it the hormones? -that are coursing through my body. The voice of reason calls out to me and holds out its small hand. Ready to take flight with me, but I stare at Austin unblinking. I want him so much, even though all reason rebels inside me. I wrap my hands around his upper arms and feel his firm biceps.

His blond hair is tousled, his black shirt clings tightly to his chest - his blue eyes flash out at you. "Yes, please," I whisper. Honestly, I'm not sure what exactly I want from him. I'm just sure that I don't want him to let go of me and walk away.

"Please what?", he asks teasingly. His gaze is very intense, half in the shadows and half in the dim light of the office.

"Please kiss me, touch me, Austin." ...fuck me. As soon as the words have left my lips, he kisses me again. So wishes can come true after all.

He breaks away from me, his face only centimetres away from mine. "I'm not exactly known for being gentle, babygirl. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You know that, don't you?" He sounds very serious, almost desperate, and his eyes are glowing. His words surprise me.

Who would have thought that this handsome, tough biker would care about my well-being. "I would never do anything I didn't want to." As soon as I get the words over my lips, I'm not so sure anymore. Right now, I'd probably do anything he asked of me. My answer seems to satisfy him, though.

"Show me!", I demand and the corners of his mouth twitch furiously. His lips meet mine again and the kiss is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. Not that there's much to compare it to.

He strokes the contours of my lips with his tongue and asks for entrance. I open my mouth and our tongues touch. A muffled moan escapes me and he intensifies the kiss. Then his lips leave mine and he breathes feather-light, moist kisses on my jaw and neck. When he starts to suck on a sensitive spot under my ear, I shiver.

"You react very intensely," he whispers huskily. "Your skin is so soft and you smell good," he adds.

Why does he say he can't be affectionate? His words make my arms and legs melt and heat rushes through my veins.

Austin lets go of my chin and grabs my own with his hand, pressing it to his chest. My fingertips twitch and I feel a surge of nervousness race through me. He wants me to touch him, it occurs to me, and I run my palm hesitantly over his bulging pecs. He pulls his head back so far that he can look at me and I breathe heavily. I avoid his gaze and continue to stroke his covered upper body. Despite the fabric, I can feel his warmth and the hardness of his muscles. Both his hands rest on my thighs again and this time he doesn't stop at the hem of my dress. He grips the hem and crumples the fabric in his fists, pulling it up until he catches a glimpse of my white lace panties. Luckily I'm wearing nice underwear!

"Fuck," he growls and licks his lips. "Your skin is flawless. I want to smell and taste you. and get you all dirty, baybgirl."

His uninhibited, rough words totally arouse me. I turn red. His dirty words are in stark contrast to his gentle touch. His fingers glide over the insides of my thighs and he spreads them wider. I'm putty in his hands. He exhales audibly and closes his eyes as he runs the knuckles of his right hand over the soft lace fabric. I gasp for air and my toes curl in my shoes. Oh…how can I feel that touch down there?

"I love delicate lace," he murmurs, pushing the red fabric of my dress further up and stroking the lace pattern of my panties with the fingers of one hand. His next kiss is demanding, his tongue and lips teasing mine. I cling to him and crumple the fabric of his black shirt. He presses his body against mine, pushing my upper body back until I'm lying half on the tabletop. One hand clasps my bare thigh, the other moves down my back to my waist and my bum. As he thrusts his hips forward, I feel his erection.

I let out a muffled moan and swallow his quick breath as he kisses me again. I carefully stroke his neck and hair. It is soft and yet unruly. I tug gently and he moans hoarsely. He runs one hand over my collarbone and pushes me down onto my elbows with the flat of his palm on my chest. The cold wooden board collides with my bare arms and sends shivers down my body.

I expect him to undress me, but he doesn't. He lets go of me, straightens up and sinks to his knees, grips both my thighs and pulls me jerkily towards the edge of the table. He's not going to, or? My inner goddess swings her hips in boundless anticipation, while a little voice in my head whispers doubts. However, I don't have time to get to grips with the chaos in my head. My legs float in the air and then they suddenly rest on his broad shoulders and I close my eyes, fluttering. He kisses the inside of my thighs and gently scratches my hip bone with his teeth. He gently nibbles and kisses his way from my left hip bone to my belly button and sinks his tongue there. I moan again.

Seeing him on his knees in front of me and feeling his mouth on my skin is unexpected and exciting. My whole body is on fire and the excitement comes over me in waves. I try in vain to control my loud breathing. He looks up at me with his blue eyes under his incredibly long eyelashes, kneads my thighs and licks his lips. His nose grazes my skin down there. Before I know it, he leans forward and pushes his nose between my thighs. I can feel him down there. His hot breath collides with my own warmth. Oh God!

"Hmmm…you smell so good," he murmurs, inhaling deeply. I let myself fall back onto the tabletop and chew my lip. Something seems to explode deep inside me.

He blows lightly against my covered centre and I shiver. "Ohh," I whisper and he chuckles. He spreads my legs wider and bends my knees upwards. I'm completely exposed and can't think a sensible thought as Austin drags his knuckles over my centre. Although the touch is light as a feather, I can feel the reverberations all the way to my abdomen. I press a hand to my mouth and gasp for air. Oh boy, that's intense.

When I briefly lift my head, there is a sensual expression in his eyes and he lowers his lips. His lips move over the thin lace of my panties and he growls. The vibration reverberates deep inside me. One of his hands grabs my briefs and pushes them aside, revealing me and then I feel his lips on my bare skin for the first time. I moan, feel the pulsation between my thighs and how wet I am. Please, I beg silently as one of his arms wraps around my stomach and stops me from wriggling around. I clutch his forearm and dig my fingernails into his skin.

"Have you ever touched yourself and brought yourself to orgasm?" he whispers smokily.

I try my best to sound offended. "Yes," I breathe breathlessly - but none of my touching has felt anything like what you do.

"Maybe one day I'll watch you rub that sweet little pearl and moan breathlessly."

In the depths of my foggy mind, the thought arises that I might even like it. To see him in front of me, half naked, and his eyes are only on me. That would be definitly something.

His lips open and with the next breath I feel his tongue. The tip of his tongue slowly and sensually circles my clit. His fingers part my labia and when he briefly lifts his head and blows against my wet centre, my body rears up. But Austin holds my hips in an iron grip and I sigh in sweet agony. He doesn't let up and continues his sensual assault.

"Now let me explore this litte thight hole." He strokes my entrance with one finger and I feel my muscles tense and pulsate down there. He pushes a finger inside me, again and again.

When he stops circling my clitoris and starts sucking lightly instead, my vision blurs and all my muscles tense up. Something knots in my stomach and I chase after a tingling flicker. His finger pumps into me at a steady pace, becoming more urgent as he adds another. A cry of pleasure escapes me as he speeds up.

"Please," I beg and throw my head back. My lips open and my legs tense and tremble.

"Let go, babygirl." His teeth scrape over my clitoris and he slides two fingers inside me. Just before he pulls them out again, he curves his fingertips and grazes a sensitive spot inside me. My eyes go black and I see stars. I cry out and freeze. The madness! I've never experienced anything like it.

My eyelids are heavy as I flutter them open again. He lifts his eyes and looks at me with a satisfied, dark grin. I return his smile shyly and am sure that I have just collided with the sun. I feel like Icarus who flew too close to the sun and got burnt.

I come down from my orgasm with a gasp. His hands glide over my thighs and he slowly rises from his knees. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls the fabric over his head. Oh wow…Adonis and David's michelangelo can pack their bags next to him. Austin is outrageously hot. A light film of sweat glistens on his skin and I wander with his eyes over the peaks and valleys of his pronounced muscles. My mouth is watering and I'm suddenly overcome with the desire to taste him on my lips. I straighten up into a sitting position and reach out for him.

Excitement and triumph dance around in his gaze and he breathes heavily. "How was that?" he asks in a raspy voice.

I blink and think about what would be a suitable answer. Exciting, explosive… definitely world-shattering. "Good," I whisper back. He laughs and grabs my face with both hands. Then he kisses me and I taste my own arousal…it's dirty…and exciting…and feels far too good.

"You're killing me. How can you be so innocent?"" With his fingers he gently grips my wrist and directs my movements up his chest and along his ribcage, then down to his stomach and my fingers graze the path of blond hair disappearing under his waistband. I stare at the spot where our hands rest and widen my eyes as I see the bulge in his jeans.

I swallow hard and there's that promising, dangerous grin on his lips again. He lets go of my wrist and unbuttons his jeans, then pulls down the zip. I hold my breath. His palm is pressed against his erection and he closes his fist around his cock. I slide my fingers over his upper stomach muscles and they tense under my touch. It's a heavenly feeling to be so turned on. He pushes his jeans down and kicks his boots off his feet. Then he's standing in front of me in just black, tight-fitting boxer shorts and when his fingers slip under the fabric, I bite my lip. Tense excitement slowly builds up and watching him touch himself blows my mind… insane!

Austin takes half a step closer to me and wraps his other hand around my chin. I crane my head and sigh as he kisses me again. It's wild and hard on the edge of pain as he presses my head back and stretches my neck muscles. This time I feel braver and search for his with my tongue. He moans in surprise at my initiative into my mouth. I slide my hands further down his stomach and touch his forearm. He's still pumping his hard cock and I wrap my fingers around his forearm and wrist.

"Let me…" I stammer awkwardly. His muscles quiver under my fingers. "Show me how…"

He nods and pulls off his boxer shorts. My eyes widen. His cock is big. The tip is red and wet, and he grabs my hand again. "Keep your fingers loose, babygirl," he instructs me and I obey. When I look into his eyes, there's a lewd grin on his lips. I want to punch him in the face, but I'm too nervous and curious about what's going to happen next. He clearly enjoys my stunned expression and lays a quick kiss on my lips. It's smooth, wide and beautiful. I want to touch him, but I don't know how.

Austin leans down to my ear. His lips brush the sensitive skin there and I lick my lips in anticipation. Hm…all right.

He guides my hand towards his penis and whispers. "Close your fingers." I close my fingers into a fist and gasp. His cock is much harder than I expected in my hand, but also soft and warm. "First slow and firm," he whispers, moving my hand up and down, and his eyes shimmer like boundless oceans as he looks at me. He sets the pace for my movements. My mouth is slightly open, I lower my gaze and watch our hands glide up and down, mesmerised. It's fascinating how the wet tip of his cock keeps disappearing and reappearing between my fingers. I wonder what he tastes like?

"That's it, babygirl." He lets go of my hand and cups my face with both hands, then leans his forehead against mine and closes his eyes in pleasure. Seeing him where…aroused and out of control fires me up and I grow bolder. When he thrusts his hips forward slightly, I involuntarily tighten my grip.

A deep groan echoes from his chest. Ha! He likes it and a new, electrifying warmth spreads through my chest. It's a sound I'd like to hear more often. I remember Callie and the other girls talking about blokes and how they like it. So I speed up my movements a little and at the same time carefully slide my thumb over his glans. I watch his reaction carefully.

"Shit", he growls in a deep voice. Austin opens his eyes, and I repeat the slide of my thumb. I also start to twist my fist a little with the up and down movements and get another deep, hoarse moan from Austin. He's both hard and soft, like steel, covered in velvet, and when I switch hands, bringing my wet thumb to my lips, he tastes amazing, good, a little salty. While I'm not so sure about this flavor, one look at ihim and I don't care. Seeing him so aroused and wild is worth it.

Austin groans and thrusts his hips towards me more and more often. I continue with the twisting pumping movements of my hand. I feel powerful! My tiny little inner goddess is delighted with my skill. I can drive him crazy with my hand. Again I let my thumb glide over his tip and his hips jerk. "Fuck, babygirl and you've never done this before?," he growls and when I make a sign to lean forward, he shakes his head breathlessly.

I bite my lip and shake my head. "Never."

Why not? Before I can sulk, he whispers: "If you curve those pretty pink lips around my cock now, I'll come deep down your throat." I feel the muscles in his legs tighten and he breathes heavily as he closes his hand around my wrist, slowing my movements before pulling my fingers away from his cock.

My pulse quickens as he grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head. Now I'm only wearing my white lace bra. "I'd much rather feel your tight little pussy around my cock when I come."

I shudder at his crude words and he flicks my bra open, slips it over my shoulders and as the cool room air brushes my breasts, my nipples harden. His fingers glide over my one breast as he kisses my neck. He rolls his thumb over my nipple and I feel a longing tug between my thighs. His lips leave wet kisses on my neck, my collarbone and when he cups my one nipple, I threaten to burst.

The next second he kisses me again passionately, completely wildly and wraps his arms around my back. He lifts me off the tabletop and stands me on my own feet. I cling to him with wobbly legs. But before I can wrap my arms around his naked torso, he turns me around so that my bare back touches his chest. He grab a condom package. What is he up to?

"You're really pretty, Elizabeth," he whispers and I shudder. His hands wander over my shoulders and down my arms. Then they rest on my hips, exploring the soft skin of my lower back, and when he slides one palm between my shoulder blades and presses me forward onto the ice-cold tabletop, alarm bells start ringing in my head.

He wants to take me from behind. I press my palms on the tabletop and push against him. His palm presses further into my back and I panic.

No!, my little inner goddess screams indignantly. This is not how she and I had imagined my first time. Part of me resigned myself some time ago to the fact that there would be no roses, candles and sweet words, but being taken from behind… hard, that's absolutely non-negotiable for me.

The echo of Austin's words reverberates through my head. I'm not exactly known for being gentle, babygirl.

I realize that if I don't say anything now, he will take me from behind. He's probably used to getting his way and the women he normally fucks have long since resigned themselves to not experiencing romance or expressing their desires. But I'm certainly no whore…I grit my teeth as he traces the contours of my ass with his fingers.

I feel his warm body firmly behind me and as his fingers slide between my thighs, I press my legs together, even though it feels damn good to be touched by him. I lift my head, "No!"

He pauses in his movements. "No, what?" Austin asks roughly.

I take a deep breath and think about what to say. "No," I repeat stupidly. "I don't want it like this. You're not going to take me from behind like one of your whores."

The pressure of his palm on my back finally disappears and I straighten up. When I turn around, there's an indefinable expression in his eyes and I swallow. He looks so lost; like I've slapped him in the face. Oh, Austin.

For a fraction of a moment, I can see through the walls he's built around himself. He frowns in confusion. Austin almost doesn't understand my objections, but then it hits me like a blow. How could he know otherwise? That's the way he lives, and it makes me a little sad.

It's the first time I've seen something like vulnerability flicker in his eyes. Austin seems speechless and overwhelmed. So if I want this to work, I have to do something.

I don't have any sexual experience, but I know what I don't want. That includes a hard fuck from behind. I sigh softly and wrap my arms around his chest. Then I stand on my tiptoes and lift my chin until my lips hover over his.

He finally wakes up from his stupor and presses his lips to mine. The kiss is different - somehow full of emotion and when he puts one arm around my upper back and the other around my bottom, I press myself against him. We are both breathing heavily when the kiss ends and he suddenly lifts me up. I automatically wrap my legs around his hips and he walks over to the couch. He sits down with me on his lap and his hard cock slides right between my labia. I freeze and shudder at the same time.

"Once you say yes, there's no going back," he mumbles and it feels like deja vu.

"Please take me," I whisper and press myself against his naked body. I don't know where the courage comes from, but I lean my cheek against his, lick the shell of his ear and rock my hips against his lap. "You're not going to break me right now, Austin," I add in a soft, gentle voice. Even though there are some doubts in my mind about that, I continue to encourage him. At least not immediately and completely, my little subconscious grumbles.

I dispel the unpleasant thoughts in my head and blow a kiss on his jaw. His hands glide over my back and within a breath he has spun us round and my back is pressed into the seat of the couch. I blink and shiver like a deer in headlights. So it's really happening. Bloody hell! Now I'm getting a little scared. I think of his big cock. How is that supposed to happen? How?

Austin pushes his knees between my thighs and leans over me. His arms are propped up next to my head and I stare up at him from below. My mouth is dry as dust and I whimper softly.

He slides one of his hands round the back of my neck and holds my head in place. As he lowers himself onto his elbow, our naked bodies touch and his hard pecs rub over my sensitive, hard nipples. I gasp and follow his words as he murmurs, surprisingly calmly, "Pull your knees up a little."

I look between our bodies and chew on my lip as the tip of his cock rubs over my clit and then slides along my labia. A pleasant muffled sound suddenly hums in my ears and I don't know whether it's me moaning or him. "Take a deep breath and relax, babygirl. I'll let it pass quickly."

I lift my head and take a shaky breath. I wrap my arms around his ribcage and press my fingers into his warm, firm skin in joyful yet anxious anticipation.

His glans slides further down and as he pushes his hips forwards a little, he finds my entrance. His blue eyes glow intensely and unyielding desire, lust and the devil of darkness dance a tango in them. I close my eyes and take another breath. Then he lowers his forehead against mine and whispers in a smoky voice, "I'm going to enjoy breaking you, Elizabeth. Quick and dirty until there's nothing left of you, babygirl." I open my eyes and he thrusts his hips forward, penetrating me deep with a single thrust.

The unaccustomed stretch burns and the feeling of being completely full squeezes all the air out of your lungs. I gasp for air and squeeze my eyes shut. A whimper escapes me and when Austin's fingertips twitch on my neck and he kisses my cheeks, I realise I'm crying.

"Ah, you're so fucking tight," he whispers and kisses me. All my muscles are tensed to the breaking point and only when his lips part and his teeth pull lightly on my lower lip does a little tension leave my body.

I'm out of breath and a ball of fire races down my spine and explodes between my thighs as he slowly pulls back and then slides back inside me. More fluid and deeper this time; I run my hands from his ribcage to his cheek to his hair. I bury the fingers of one hand in his unruly hair and tilt my head back as the burning sensation turns into a less urgent pain and subsides.

"That's it!" he praises me and slides out of me, only to penetrate me more firmly the next moment.

I press my lips into the crook of his neck and lick and suck at his skin. "Austin," I moan, overwhelmed.

"You take me so well, babygirl." He gyrates his hips and new sensations race through my body again. My toes curl and I wrap one leg around his hips. He sucks on my neck and scratches my sweaty skin with his mouth and teeth open. "You smell so good."

I melt under him. Why does he say he can't do the romantic thing?

Before I can follow the loose thread of thoughts in my head, he lifts his head and his eyes lock on me. His fingers slide from my neck to my throat and wrap around it. I blink at him under half-lowered lids and then his thumb slides over my parted lips and he grins wolfishly. His eyes darken as my hot breath hits his thumb and then something unexpected happens. The grip of his hand around my neck tightens. He squeezes the air out of me with controlled pressure. It's close to the pain threshold and I panic.

The corners of his mouth twitch devilishly and his eyes darken. He savours the hint of my panic and as I slide my hands out of his hair and around his wrist, he intensifies his gyrating hip movements. I groan again and notice a tingling sensation building in the depths of my muscles…just like before when he knelt between my legs. I swallow restricted by his hand and the grin on his lips darkens into something…more dangerous, more unbreakable.

In something that really scares me. Scraps of memories from the past few hours appear before my eyes. Austin's first grab for my wrist at the bar, then the gruelling back and forth of our gazes across the evening, to the fight with Benny, and his lips between my thighs.

Austin narrows his eyes and licks his pink lips. His thrusts alternate between fast, and slow and hard. Then he changes the angle of his hips, leaning from his elbow back onto his hand. He wraps his fingers around my neck a few shades tighter and I gasp slightly.

Panic flutters over my body and I try to squeeze my legs together. But with him between my legs and over my body, I hardly have a chance to defend myself or move. He enjoys my reluctance and takes pleasure in my burgeoning panic. Sick bastard!

"Yes," he grins devilishly. "Lose yourself in desire, babygirl." His thumbnail traces my lip and then slides into my mouth. My vision blurs and I suck on his thumb. He growls and suddenly there's no holding back. Austin speeds up his movements; sliding in and out of me, again and again with heavy breaths, and I melt beneath him.

The panic and my desire for redemption are close together. I can't keep the two feelings apart as they blur and send hot, cold shivers through me.

"You look so pretty underneath me," he whispers. "So fragile," he pushes hard again. "So wonderfully dishevelled," another hard thrust. "…and so fucking wet around my cock. Do you like that, babygirl?" His thrusts are hard on the edge of pain and as the tingling continues to brew in my stomach, spreading through my arms and legs, my eyes begin to water.

"Austin", I shout. Go easy on me, I beg silently. The grip of my hands around his forearm weakens and as he realises this, he loosens his vice-like grip and oxygen floods my airways.

I gasp and scream with pleasure as my orgasm approaches. "Come for me," Austin whispers, breathing heavily, and I burst into a million pieces. He thrusts hard a few more times until he comes too and pours my name into me, panting.

While I try to calm my racing pulse, my thoughts sink into chaos. Wow… that was amazing. That was… erotic and psychotic.

He lowers himself onto his elbows and presses his entire body weight onto me. He breathes loudly and heavily into the crook of my neck and I pull out my arms, which are now trapped between us, and wrap them around his neck. His muscles twitch under my fingers and he is still inside me. Then he lifts his head slowly and looks at me with a dark gaze. The unstoppable storm in his eyes has receded and for a brief moment I think I recognise something like warmth and tenderness on his face, but then he shuts up again.

Austin kisses me softly and then murmurs as he looks at me, "I've never seen soemthing that was so beautiful while I was breaking it."

It's strange that he says something like that. Basically, I don't feel broken, just cracked open. I swallow, barely comprehending his words. Austin has cracked my hard shell, and sticky, sweet infatuation oozes out of me.

He slowly slides out of me and I close my eyes. "Oh." I wince at the unfamiliar sensation and immediately wrap my arms tighter around his back as he try to stand up. "Please stay. Just a minute."

Confusion flickers in his eyes again, but he nods almost imperceptibly and lowers his face into the crook of my neck. To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing, but asking him to stay feels terribly intimate. Austin isn't the kind of guy you cuddle with, but a tiny spark of hope ignites in my chest as he relaxes over me and stays put.

I run my fingers through his slightly sweaty hair and enjoy the weight of his body on me. "Are you okay?" he asks, still hiding his face in the crook of my neck.

I hesitate and close my eyes. For a moment, I hush inside my body. A bittersweet burning sensation sets in between my legs now that the arousal has subsided and my muscles feel heavy. Tomorrow I will have sore muscles everywhere. A giggle escapes me and he lifts his head. I slap a hand over my mouth and mumble, "Sorry. It's just so ironic that you ask me that after you…well…choked me."

His blue eyes glow. "I'm well aware of that," he says dryly, lowering his gaze to my neck. His fingertips gently stroke the sensitive skin and I sigh silently. "Was I too rough? I know I can be pretty wild", he adds.

Pretty wild and hot. A little scary and controlling, but hot. I give him a gentle smile and kiss his jaw. "I'm okay, but thank you."

Now that he has cracked my hard shell, the feelings just bubble out of me. Butterflies are dancing around in my stomach and I know that things will only get worse from here on out.

I feel strangely cared for as he rubs his knuckles over my neck and whispers: "Your skin is so beautifully red from my hands." He drags his thumbnail across the edge of my chin and my toes tense. My body twitches beneath him and he grins triumphantly.

Then he leans towards me and kisses me tenderly. Just as I'm about to lose myself in his lips, he ends the kiss and makes an effort to get up.

That's it now, isn't it, I think disappointedly. No, that can't be all. My subconscious lazily lifts its little head and blinks at me. Where has it been for the last hour? It eyes me skeptically and shakes my shoulders. Pull yourself together, Elizabeth. Understand that he doesn't stand for romance. He's rough, wild and unrestrained. I grin mischievously at the thought.

I watch Austin stand up and reach for his boxers and jeans. He quickly puts them on and when he reaches for his shirt, I'm on my feet in a flash and pick it up off the floor. He gives me a wolfish, playful look.

"What are you doing, babygirl?" he asks, clicking his tongue.

I realize I'm still completely naked, and in another situation I'd be damn uncomfortable, but I try to stop him. At the ridiculous performance, my sense of honor props his face in his small hands and shakes his head. Fuck that! This can't be the end.

"I don't want you to go." The words pass my lips before I can stop them and his eyes widen.

Then he looks at me very seriously and comes towards me. He reaches out a hand and curls it around the back of my neck, forcing me to look at him. "I'm not staying the night-guy. I'm just not like that, babygirl," he states dryly.

Everything inside me roars. I know, I know. I press his shirt against my bare breasts with both fists. The bitter disappointment that he wants to leave and leave me alone hits me unexpectedly. Even though the sensible part of me had foreseen all of this.

"So you're done with me now after you broke me?" I sound more emotional than I should. I taste the bitter truth of my words on my tongue. Austin blinks at me, startled by my emotional outburst, and rubs the back of his neck with one hand.

"Don't do that. Don't make it so hard on yourself, Elizabeth," he murmurs. "You knew what you were getting yourself into. I'm not your prince in shining armor."

I squint my eyes. "Obviously." I sound hurt and biting. He takes a step closer to rip the shirt from my hands. I shake my head, barely noticing. I dare him to do that!

"So I'm only worth one fuck?" I then ask, suppressing the trembling in my voice with all my might. "Got it. that you won't take me out or love me, but do you have to be such a bastard. You just took my virginity and you're so - ah -," I mumble angrily, my tongue flicking out of my mouth. "…such a fucking bastard! Couldn't you at least have had the decency to cuddle me for a few more minutes?"

Austin grinds his jaw and his blue eyes flash emotionlessly. The hardness in his gaze makes my blood freeze in my veins. "It's better if you're angry with me. Hate me if you have to, but don't fall in love with me. You don't want me in your life," he makes it clear and rips the shirt from my hands.

Too late, I think.

"It scares you," I say, startled. As the words slip past my lips, his eyes widen and he freezes in front of me. Apparently I've hit the bull's eye. "You finally care about something in life besides your MC and now you're trying to push me away by being disgusting to me. Stop it, you son of a bitch!"

Austin growls. "No, you're wrong." He leans his lips so close to my ear that I can feel his warm breath on my skin. "That didn't mean anything to me with you. It was just a fuck."

My pulse quickens and I jut my chin out. Even though his words hit me hard, I blink into his eyes and murmur, "If it didn't mean anything to you, you can spend the night with me. It wouldn't change anything, right?" I raise an eyebrow defiantly, and the moment Austin inhales loudly through his nose and licks his lips, I know I've hit his sense of honor.

Maybe my provocation is pathetic and maybe I'm making a fool of myself because it really meant nothing to him, but in the way his muscles tense and the corners of his mouth twitch, I know I've found a vulnerable spot.

"Fine," he grumbles in a low voice. "As soon as the sun comes up, I'm gone. Come here." I can hardly believe my triumph and I stifle a squeak with all my might. His big hand clasps mine and pulls me towards him. "Lift your arms," he instructs me and pulls his muscle shirt over me. Then he picks up my panties and helps me into them. I watch him without comment and bathe in the tingling waves of my little victory.

He walks with me by the hand to the couch and lies down. His back is half leaning against the backrest and when he spreads his legs and pulls me between them, I almost trip over my feet. Austin wraps his arms around me and looks tense as I rest my cheek on his bare chest. I close my eyes and just before I fall into a dreamless sleep, I feel his fingers stroking my hair and a soft, husky voice. "Maybe you just mean too much to me."

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[adoresbutlers]

SWEET NOTHINGS.

prompt: austin pushes your limits during the screening for The Bikeriders to see how far you can go.

warnings: lots of teasing/sexual tension, dom!Austin x sub!reader, usage of daddy, fem!reader but inclusive/imagine it’s you, poc!friendly, slight “fingering” but that’s about it, part 2 can be written if wanted.

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The lights in the prepared arena just began to dim, that’s when you felt your fiancé’s hand creep up your thigh through the well-placed felt slit of your dress. Something Austin insisted on picking out for you himself, adamant that you never see it until the stylist would ease it onto your body. You were slowly piecing together as to why he had picked such a design and such material from the beginning of the night. It started with slow touches. His arm always snaked tightly around your waist as the flashing lights consumed your vision, steady fingers dancing along your sides, threatening to fall lower if it wasn’t for so many eyes glued onto his muse. Slow actions repeated themselves and only ceased when prompted into the building, into assigned seats, now a hand gripped onto your thigh was the final touch of the evening.

You were sure Austin wouldn’t do such a dangerous move out of his internal sexual instincts, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t dare. Instead, your brain chalked it down to his natural protective nature. That was, until his rough hand inched up onto your heated skin. Your eyes trailed over to your boy, sat still and polished, no expression on his redeeming features as if nothing had happened. No cocky smirk played on his lips to imitate his actions, only an expression that you could only describe as relaxed, really the only word you managed to think of before his hand came up to cradle your inner thigh, thumb grazing over the sensitive skin slowly.

He inches closer to your side. “Wanna take you just like this, amor.” He whispers, words trickling down your spine and warmed the feeling between your thighs, thumb pressing into the flesh of your inner thigh to emphasize his words.

“Aus.” You shot back as a quiet warning, your shaky hand rising to grip at his own but never daring to remove the feeling, letting him just lay still on top of your legs. You really were trying to watch the movie, do the best to support your baby after so many nights he’d came home restless and ready to quit his career. Move to a country side and forget all his troubles, he says.

He didn’t budge this time as opposed to many others, only gripped tighter into your now shivered skin, feeling every single small bump under the pad of his thumb. He knew you never wanted him to stop, you never did. All he managed to belt out in response is a soft and slow breath against your neck. You were more than certain that if the lights hadn’t been dimmed to the lowest setting possible that there would’ve been pictures and uneasy glances thrown your way. His hand ceased from your thigh, only his middle finger tracing up and down the skin, a soft chuckle dancing on his lips that you were quick to retaliate with a cough.

“Oh c’mon, darlin’. You can’t act like you don’t need me right now. Like you’re not already dripping just from my slightest touch.” His lips were only centimeters away from the spot right under your earlobe, drinking in your scent as his finger ran up your stomach, inching closer and closer to where you needed him the most. Your hand flew up to lightly pull at his bicep in a lame attempt to stop his movements, chewing on your bottom lip as if your life depended on staying your quietest.

“Such a good girl, staying quiet.” His voice was rasp, thick with southern charm, he knew that was just how you liked it. His finger trailed up your thighs, slipping into your delicate lace to trail his finger in a slow stripe across your pussy, biting his lip to cover the hum that threatened to seep through. He was truly effected by everything little thing about you, obsessed with how well you fall into his grasp.

His middle finger pressed lightly into your clit making your head dip into his shoulder, breathing in his scent as you did everything in your power not to bite down onto his shoulder or his neck for that matter. “Look at you. You poor little baby.” He cooed, his free hand running his fingers softly through your hair. “Desperate to be filled by her daddy, yeah?” He quipped, his voice dangerously deep and a tad bit hoarse from having to whisper for the longest time. But nonetheless, he wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon.

Your thighs started to vibrate in his grasp, biting down on his shoulder as the tip of his finger teased your entrance, circling slowly around where you needed him the most, shoving yourself further into his side to hide your embarrassment. “Always so effected by my every little touch, princess. Can never get enough of my filthy baby. Wanting me in the worst times, mm?”

A muffled whine slipped from your lips before you could even process catching the desperate noise. The movie was sure to wrap up soon, it had to, and that only meant that you would be caught red handed. So desperate for your boyfriend that your morals seemed to slip out the window as soon as you heard his hushed voice.

Austin stiffened in his seat, pulling his hand slowly from under your dress, delicately tapping the side of your leg to signal that the movie had been ending. He let out a light chuckle at some of your mascara that spread down your cheek due to how pressed your head had been in his shoulder. His hands raised up to cup your cheeks, smile of sheer adoration dawning his lips as his thumbs did their best to fix your makeup. He leaned in after another mocked chuckle, tucking a stray piece behind your ear.

“I’m the only one that can see you like this, mi amor.”

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[obsessedvibee]

Tickle Fight

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut, …lots of detailed smut

Summary: Reader and Austin have a 4 year old daughter which makes it difficult to find time for intimacy. One morning they both take advantage of her sleeping in, but she ends up walking in on them.

Authors note: family/dad! Austin does something to me what can I say. Something about him living a domestic life.

"Baby?" Austin murmured in my ear.

"Hmm?" I hummed with my eyes still shut, basking in the quietness of the early morning. It was one of the rare times where neither of us had to get up for work. And when our 4 year old daughter didn't wake up before us.

"Baby," he slipped his arm over my own that was resting against my stomach, gently pulling me closer into his warmth. A soft rut of his hips made me aware of where he wanted things to go. "It would be a shame to let this precious time go to waste." Goosebumps raised on my skin when his stubble brushed my neck as he murmured the words into my ear. "Hm? What do ya think?"

I turned my head to capture the side of his mouth as an answer. He chuckled, his warm breath caressing my face, before pulling away, giving me room to roll over.

He watched while I situated myself to snuggle my way into the crook between his body and the mattress. He leaned down to press another kiss to my forehead as his hand slipped into the curve of my waist, his thumb rubbing back and forth. "We gotta be quick before Abby wakes up," I reminded.

He hummed in response gently pressing his soft lips to mine. My own lips parted enveloping his bottom lip as he worked at my top. Our mouths met over and over, every kiss growing in intensity. I slipped my tongue in his mouth meeting his own. In retaliation his hand that was resting on my waist pulled away to rest lightly on my mound. I giggled into his mouth and he paused unable to stop the smile pulling at his lips.

He quickly shut me up when his fingers gently started to play. The tips of his fingers traced the edge of my lips, testing to see how wet I had become causing me to inhale sharply. "We gotta get you ready, baby."

My heart warmed at his attentiveness, always making sure I was more than ready for him. With a few failed tries of placing his fingers in the right spot over the hood of my clit I reached down to guide his fingers. He gently began to rub, earning a quiet moan of appreciation beginning my journey to ecstasy.

"God you sound beautiful," he began slowing his hand. "I can't believe you're mine."

He pulled his hand away from me causing my eyes to open to see him enveloping his middle finger in his mouth coating it with his saliva. My toes curled and I tilted my hips forward searching for his hand. His blue eyes broke from mine, noticing the movement. "Look at you," he smiled, "You want me that bad, huh?" He locked eyes with me again as he placed the pad of his now wet finger on my clit again and quickly started rubbing. It was faster this time, making my eyes fall shut. I was so far gone for this man. I felt his beard on my breast before his tongue licked a wide swipe over my nipple making me gasp.

"You should let me fuck your tits one day,” he muttered against me.

The words weren't even that erotic but the image it created in my mind rocketed me forward getting me so much closer to my climax. "Oh fuck," I groaned, "you'd like that wouldn't you?" I tried to retaliate. I was almost embarrassed at how quick he had me teetering at the edge.

"It seems you do more than me."

He slipped his fingers down lower over my folds to my entrance pushing his middle finger in to part them collecting the new warm arousal to spread back over my clit.

"So fucking warm," he mused. "Think you're ready for my fingers?"

I opened my eyes again helplessly nodding. I was ready for anything he wanted to give me.

He grinned gently pressing his middle finger searching for my small opening, both of us moaning once his finger pushed in. He slowly began pistoning his finger into me, his palm meeting my mound at every stroke bumping my clit. He worked his way moving faster with every push. The squelching was his undoing. "Fuck that's so hot," he gritted out. To my dismay, he pulled out again, "open your eyes for me, baby."

His finger glistened with my arousal, and before I could react he took his finger and traced my other neglected nipple, spreading the arousal over the areola. "Aus," I whined. He smiled refusing to break eye contact as he leaned down and enveloped my now coated nipple with his mouth, gently sucking and using his tongue to play the with my hardened nipple. The sudden realization hit me that he was using the same tactic he uses for when his mouth is between my legs. Like my nipple was my clit. Pleasure jolted through my chest making me arch my back, pushing my chest into him. There had to be a direct connection between my nipple and my groin because before I could even warn him I felt the orgasmic contractions take over and the pleasure erupted spreading through the rest of my limbs. My hands gripped his wrist, squeezing for dear life. I was frozen in the height of my climax every muscle tense holding me arched into him, my jaw slack but not a sound could be heard. Finally the orgasmic grip that was on me let go and I crashed back to the mattress below gasping with a moan completely breathless. My body involuntarily twitched with the aftershocks and my chest heaved. I cracked my eyes to look at him.

"Holy fuck."

My grip loosened on his wrist freeing him. "I can't- that was-" he shook his head. "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."

I smiled continuing to lay limp. My pussy was still contracting, trying to milk the seed out of a cock that wasn't there.

"Give me your hand," I reached out for him. He let me guide his fingers to my folds, easily pushing his two middle fingers into me.

"Feel that?"

I don't think he knew whether I was referring to how wet I was or the contractions but either way he didn't say anything. He just let his hand be, watching the area around his fingers glisten and twitch.

"It's all for you baby."

He glanced up almost in awe. That boyish look was in his eyes as if he was seeing a naked girl for the first time. I gently pulled his fingers out guiding his hand back to my own mouth. His eyes darkened as I opened my mouth letting his thick fingers in, licking and sucking the arousal off of him. A soft whimper escaped his throat, as I let him out. His warm blues were glossy, hooded with unbridled want and need.

He just gave me an earth shattering orgasm, and I'd be damned if I didn't give the same to him.

I pushed myself up to a sitting position about to make a beeline for his groin when I finally noticed it. He was already well underway. He started while he had me distracted. The waistband of his pajama bottoms were pushed down just under his balls as his hand worked his length. A soft grunt left his lips as his thumb swiped at the tip spreading the precome that was starting to leak.

My pussy contracted, my arousal spiking at the sight of him masturbating. I bit my lip afraid if I spoke I'd break the spell to watch how his hand expertly pleasured himself. I wondered how often he couldn't help but succumb to the ache between his legs when I couldn't be there to help him.

He made his way between my legs, pushing them open and back towards my chest spreading me open. He grasped his cock running it through my folds once before pressing it down to find my entrance. The head quickly found my opening and he gently pushed his way inside with a heavy grunt as he bottomed out. He stayed buried as deep as he could go, "god, I can still feel you pulsing."

I grinned letting my eyes fall shut with my head thrown back on the pillow letting myself just feel us being so intimately connected. I purposely clenched down, gripping his cock even more snugly making his mouth fall open with a curse. "You like that, huh?" I taunted.

"Baby, don't," he huffed squeezing his eyes shut.

My ego swelled, and his plea only drove me deeper to get him to come faster.

But there was something so hot seeing him struggle to hold himself back from finishing.

I relaxed my walls and gave him a moment to regain a bit of control over himself.

A heavy sigh left him as he ran a hand through his blonde hair, his eyes watching me. I smiled mischievously reaching up to thumb at his hard nipple before reaching up to the back of his neck pulling him down to me for a heated kiss. His tongue eagerly licked into my mouth exploring, coaxing a soft moan from me.

He gently began to rock his hips, his length sliding deliciously against my walls. I reached down placing my fingers just under where he was entering me, feeling his stiff length wet from my own arousal, sliding back and forth.

A sharp inhale came from him, "are you-?" He looked down between our bodies finding my hand feeling him. "Fuck, what are you-?"

I giggled pulling my hand away to settle on my clit to work myself up with him. I turned my head over to check the time.

7:02.

Abby was usually up at 7.

But I was already so close, I just had to get him to finish fast. "Give it to me baby," I said low into his ear. At the same time I clenched down on him as he was about to pull back out making a sound come out of him that I know he’d be embarrassed of. "Fucking hell," he gripped the sheets in his hands trying to stave off but he was quickly losing the battle. I abandoned my clit reaching down to gently massage his balls that were tightly pulled up to his body as they were getting ready to empty themselves. I gave them a light squeeze and that did it. I felt him harden even further before a cross between a growl and a roar came out of his throat, and at the same time our bedroom door pushed open. "Daddy!” Abby's voice cried out excitedly seeing his form roused from sleep.

His face contorted into confused pleasure and pain as his cock started pulsing, emptying his seed into me. His eyes were locked into me begging me wordlessly and helplessly to cover for him. His mouth was sealed into a thin line struggling to keep his pleasured sounds from escaping, his nostrils flared with the desperate breaths his lungs craved.

"Baby, daddy will meet you in the living room! He's helping mama with something right now."

Her innocent eyes tried to make sense of why he was on top of me. I could see her wheels turning, full of curiosity. My heart was now pounding for other reasons as I continued to feel the warmth of his seed spreading in me.

"Why is daddy tickling you under the blanket?"

My face flushed, I almost felt like we were teenagers again and his parents walked in on us. Thank god we at least had a sheet draped up to his waist.

"Living room, baby girl, this is grown up time," I said more sternly.

She sighed and stomped away clearly irritated she was being sent away.

As soon as her steps faded away, Austin heaved for breath, slowly pulling out of me with a filthy wet suck as he parted from my soaked cunt making me shudder, goosebumps spreading across my skin. He collapsed next to me his chest heaving, a soft moan leaving with every exhale. I reached over running my hands over his damp chest making him flinch.

"Aus, it's okay, she's long gone now."

He shook his head still refusing to open his eyes. "I feel like a pedophile."

"What?"

He opened his eyes shame written all over his face. "I just came to the sound of my four year old daughters voice."

I glanced down at his slowly softening cock resting on his thigh, occasionally giving a weak twitch as his body continued to come down from his high.

“For all she knows, we were just cuddling.” I reached over to the nightstand grabbing a few tissues for myself before standing. “And for the record you were already there before she barged in.”

A weak smile came over his face breaking the spell as he tucked himself back into his pants with a small hiss, clearly sensitive from being so fresh after an orgasm. “Remind me to buy a lock for our door.” He grumbled before walking out to meet Abby in the living room.

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austin butler - into you

warnings ; smut. what did u think this was gonna be????

prompt ; in which you and austin butler are co-stars in the new elvis biopic, and it leads to some sexual tension on and off set. 

a/n ; first writing in over 3 years but this movie was enough to make me return to the writing scene, so, here goes nothing. requests are open!

part two

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One of the weirdest things about becoming an actress was working with people you saw on screens, at galas, red carpet events, etc. You would pass them on the carpet, take one glance at them, and not think much of it. For example, you currently were working on the film Elvis, a documentary about the King of Rock and Roll. Lucky you, your co-star was none other than Austin Butler. You had seen him at multiple red carpet events, and you always thought he seemed a bit pretentious. However, you two have been working together for two months so far, and apparently there could be more than what meets the eye. 

It was a big transition for you, moving to Australia to work on a film you were really passionate about. You were secluded from the rest of your family and the world, only keeping up through pictures and cryptic messages from your friends. Not only was it a big transition, but you were also recently single. You broke up with your boyfriend to move to Australia - well, not precisely. He broke up with you. Details not necessary. Regardless, you took the role as Priscilla Presley to advance your career and play an influential role that meant a lot to others. And, there you were. Filming a movie like this was not only for yourself, but to prove everyone who doubted you wrong. 

Another day of filming had wrapped up, and today, your scenes had required you to make out with Austin Butler more times than you could count. You were currently scouting the food tables by set, hoping to devour a donut secretly while no one was looking. Suddenly, you felt a body slide in next to you, reaching out to grab a sandwich nearby. You looked up, smiling when you noticed it was Austin. The two of you weren’t necessarily close, but you had bonded over breaking up with your significant others recently. Everyone, and you mean everyone, knew about him and Vanessa Hudgens. Tragic, really. You could relate. You also bonded because you had practiced making out about 10,000 times for a chemistry read. So, maybe you were close. “I have to say, this sandwich is worse than yesterday’s,” He broke the silence, chewing with a hint of disgust on his face. 

You laughed, replying “Oh I know, that’s why I’m scouting these donuts over here. Can’t go wrong,” you finally located them, picking one up and taking a bite of it. He watched as the powder exploded over your face; mouth and nose. 

“Geez, you’re quite the delicate eater,” He joked. “Must be why the boyfriend left, eh?”

“Shut up,” you scoffed, slapping his arm. “I’ll have you know, I can eat politely. Just not when it involves powder or sauces… or seasonings..”

He rolled his eyes again, chuckling softly to himself before walking over to speak to one of the cameramen. You couldn’t lie to yourself and say that you weren’t attracted to him. However, what actress wasn’t attracted to their coworker at least once? You had worked with Dylan O’Brien previously on a film, and your attraction had actually manifested into a drunken hookup. Again, far too common. But Austin was a little different, if you were being honest with yourself. He was kind, funny, and was always down to go over lines with you. And… also incredibly attractive. 

There were times where you would catch him looking at you from across the room, or make eye contact awkwardly while you both talked to other people. You’re sure he had his fair share of off-screen hookups, but no need to ruin a friendship, right? 

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It was the next day, and you had yet again managed to kiss Austin over 20,000 times. This last kiss was quite the passionate one, leaving your mind reeling with thoughts that might had not been legal in some countries. The way he cupped your face, gazed deep into your eyes, it was cruel. To think, it was just two characters playing a role. 

“Cut!” Baz Luhrmann, your director, yelled out. “Another amazing, AMAZING, scene, Austin and [Y/N]! I cannot deny the chemistry between you two.” 

“Hey, it’s all her,” Austin pointed towards you. “I’m just a prop of her affection.” 

You pushed his shoulder, and you almost flinched at the electricity between your touch. You were constantly playing with him, pushing him around like an elementary school student with a crush. “He just gazes into my eyes ever-so-lovingly, and I am overcome with love,” you pretended to swoon, making the crew laugh. 

“Keep up this act and the two of you will have yourselves nominated for Oscar’s,” Baz encouraged before walking off to discuss with the cameramen. 

“Oh god, I haven’t even thought about getting nominated for anything,” you spoke under your breath, but Austin heard you. You had been nominated twice for an Oscar before, but never won anything. 

“Me either. I don’t even think I’m doing that good to even get nominated,” he agreed. There it was again. The boy that you thought was pretentious was actually humble, and he didn’t realize that his acting was actually monumental for the role. 

“Are you kidding?” You turned to face him, a look of disbelief plastered on your face. “You literally carry every scene we do together. You’re practically Elvis.” 

He blushed a little at your comment, smiling and looking down at his feet, “Damn, that means a lot coming from someone who was nominated for an Oscar two times.” 

“You knew that?” You scrunched up your brows, shocked that he even knew who you were before this film. When he introduced himself the first day of the table read, you didn’t think he had any clue of what movies you were in. 

“Don’t worry, I do my research on all the pretty girls I work with,” He smirked lightly before walking away. You were left with your mouth gaping open. That was the first time he had ever actually flirted with you to the point where you could be sure he was. He had opened the flood gates for even more flirting, possibly sexual innuendos. 

And, that is exactly what happened. 

For the next two weeks, stolen glances escalated into promiscuous touches, and little flirty comments into bold, outright statements. At this point, even the crew and the rest of the cast were beginning to catch on. The crew would gossip on the sidelines wondering when the two of you would finally hook up. Now, every time you two kissed on set, it had a hint of passion and longing behind it. It ached your core and burnt your insides. 

One night, you were in your hotel room, watching a rerun of an old television show. You had on a white silk nightgown that was gifted to you from your parents after you won your first award. It was almost a little too short, but it was good enough for you to sleep in your room. 

The cast and crew stayed in the same hotel, and oftentimes you would run into them when getting a midnight snack. You didn’t mind the constant company; it made filming less lonely, especially since you had replaced your ex-boyfriend with your new eating habits. 

You laid comfy in your bed when you were suddenly jostled from your thoughts by a knock on the door. You furrowed your brows, confused as to who could knock on your door at this late night hour. You shrugged your shoulders, getting up and unlocking the door without checking the peephole. 

You opened the door to reveal Austin Butler. 

He had on a white t-shirt with a silver chain on, and boxers. His hair was disheveled and he had a small smirk on his face that didn’t seem like it was leaving. Oh god, you thought to yourself. Who looks this good at this hour? “H-hi, what are you doing here?” You found yourself in a vulnerable position, unable to form coherent words at the sight of him looking like this at your doorstep. 

“Thought I’d stop by. I couldn’t sleep tonight,” he spoke in a tone much darker than normal. His Elvis accent had impacted his voice greatly, and it was even more attractive than you thought. 

“You don’t have anyone else to bother at this hour?” You joked, regaining your composure and propping yourself against the door. 

“I mean, I’d rather bother you if that’s alright,” His eyes had a tiny sparkle in them. You couldn’t even look away from the constant eye contact he held. 

“Am I signing myself up for a night of teasing and bullying?” You took a step forward, feeling more confident. You knew this was wrong on so many levels, but you couldn’t help yourself. He was just so damn handsome. 

“Depends, sweetheart,” you shuddered at the pet name that fell out of his mouth. “I’ll do whatever you want to do.” 

The submissive words that exited his mouth felt dirty. They could be innocent in other context, however, him in his boxers didn’t really leave much else. “Really? And here I thought you were here to make me do what you want to do.” 

“And what is it you think I want you to do?” Now, he took one step closer. One more step and he would be touching your face. You were going to lose your composure again if he got any closer to you. You could smell the faint cologne left over on him and it was driving you mad. 

You slyly smiled, looking up at him with submissive eyes, “I think you want me to fuck you.” 

What the hell am I doing? You thought to yourself. Multiple curse words flew through your brain. You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this again but the chemistry was too undeniable to reject him. His eye contact still hasn’t broken yours, and he took one more step towards you. You could see every freckle on his face, every fleck in his eye. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Before you even had a chance to think or move, he slammed the door behind him, pushing you up against the wall and smashing his lips onto yours. It was messy, tongues colliding after weeks of sexual tension. You couldn’t even breathe, your heart jumping out of your chest as he pulled your arms above your head, pinning them against the wall. 

You moaned out lightly as his hand roamed to your neck, firmly clasping his hand around it and moving your chin up to kiss down your neck. You had a moment of clarity that was clouded by the wetness that had pooled in your underwear. “Fuck, what are we doing?” You spoke, almost coming out like a whine. He kissed up your neck, back to your lips before pulling away. 

“I want you, [Y/N]. Bad. I don’t give a fuck if this ruins everything. I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says in a rushed tone, eager to kiss you again. That was enough confirmation for you and you grabbed his face and kissed him again. You jumped up, allowing  yourself to wrap your legs around his waist. He was bulkier than before; he had worked out a lot for his role. Your fingers roamed down his arms, feeling the biceps he worked so hard for. You could feel him moving towards your bed, lips still intertwined. 

You two dropped down on the bed, his body weight on top of you as he pulled your legs out from under him. His fingers traced your leg, feeling up the hem of your nightgown. At this point, you were soaking wet. It took all your night to just not come right then and there. His fingers dipped into the waistband of your underwear, his thumb brushing over your clit gently. You gasped at the sudden contact, pulling away from his lips to look into his eyes. Maintaining eye contact, he peeled down your panties, down your shins, and over your feet until you were bare in front of him. “God, this little thing is so fucking hot,” he referred to the silk nightgown. He kneeled down, kissing up your leg before getting to your thigh. You were restless, small moans exiting your mouth. 

“Oh!” You gasped as he lifted your legs over his shoulders, nose brushing against the inside of your thighs, your clit hot and throbbing in front of him. As he tasted you for the first time, it was everything he imagined and more. Sweet on his tongue. You let out an audible moan as his fingers entered your aching core while sucking your clitoris with his mouth. A fire struck your veins, your fingers desperately grabbing for his hair as he licked and sucked, your back curling as he brought you closer to the edge. 

He could tell you were close, his fingers pumping in and out of you. He could feel your walls beginning to tighten, numerous moans and curse words falling from your lips consistently. He removed his mouth from your clit, taking his fingers away as well. He looked up at you, your mouth parted open and cheeks red with desire and agony. Seeing you in this state was everything Austin wanted and more. “Why d-did you stop?” 

He slowly began to kiss down your thigh, saying, “Because you’re going to come when I tell you to.” 

“Please, Austin,” you pleaded, eyes begging for more. He moved towards you, his chest on yours. 

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you what you really want.” 

You grabbed his face to kiss him again, tasting yourself on his lips. You hastily reached down to slide his shirt off, and then his boxers off, and you were met by his erect cock, springing free. He was way bigger than you expected, and you almost wondered how you were going to fit him inside of you. With no hesitation, you flipped the two of you over, your waist hovering over his as you leaned down to kiss him again. He was shocked by your dominance, moving his hands from your legs up to your waist to slowly remove the nightgown off your body. 

You began grinding against him, groans exiting his mouth as he massaged your breasts. Now, those were a different story. He couldn’t keep his hands off them. They were perfect and just as he imagined they would be ever since you walked on set. He moved between your bodies with his free hands, grabbing his cock and sliding it through your folds until it was aligned with your entrance. You could feel him teasing you as he moved the tip between your wet folds slowly. “Fuck, please. I need you inside of me,” You begged.

“How bad do you want it?” He whispered against your lips. His tip slipped into you with one smooth move, showing no sign of moving. You tried to slide down on him but he would not let you.

“Austin, please, baby. I want you so bad. I want you deep inside of me,” That was all he needed to hear, and he released his cock as you slid down on him. You both moaned at the same time, and your walls wrapped him warmly. You were paralyzed, adjusting to his size. His hands were gripping your hips as you started rolling towards him. You were in charge, and he liked it. The way your tits bounced up and down as you sped up, your eyes never breaking eye contact with his. 

"You are so fucking tight, sweetheart," He grabbed your hips, beginning to control the tempo as he thrusted up into you. Your hand moved towards your clit, slowly making figure eights around your soaked core. 

"Austin," You whined as he went so fast all you could hear was the sound of skin slapping, your tits mesmerizing him as he watched you crumble. 

"Say my name again,” He watched as your head leaned back, eyes shut tight. 

“Austin," You said, his name coming out in a whining moan. You could feel yourself nearing closer and closer to the edge, and he could once again feel your walls tightening around him.  He knew he wouldn’t last much longer in this position, so he flipped you over with his hard cock still inside of you, your back pressed into the mattress. He resumed his previous speech, slowly placing one of your legs on his shoulder. 

“Oh my god, yes,” you moaned out, your eyes still squeezed shut, “That feels so fucking good.” 

“Look at me when I’m fucking you,” His tone was dark and you almost didn’t even recognize him when you looked up at him. His jet-black hair was pooled over his eyes as he pounded into you, sweat heading his forehead. He was gripping your hips so hard you were sure you were going to be bruised the next day. He put your other leg over his shoulder and you were certain that was the position you were going to come in. 

You were an absolute mess, squirming and moaning as he could feel your walls clench around him. “Oh my god, I’m going to come,” you exclaimed. “P-please, can I come?” 

“Do you want to come for me?” 

“Yes, please,” You whimpered, breathing heavily as the burning pit in your abdomen grew. “I’m so fucking close.” 

“Come for me, [Y/N].” His voice was enough to send you over the edge. He watched as you worked through your orgasm, toes curling and back arching off the bed as you tried to maintain eye contact with him. He could feel his own release coming close to, biting his lip as he tried to suppress his moans. 

He pulled out just as he was about to explode, motioning for you to go over to him. You sat on your knees, cupping your tits together as he let out a string of curse words. “Fuck, [Y/N]. I’m going to come, baby,” he moaned out as his warm liquids painted your chest. He looked so submissive in this angle, his chest heaving as he met his release. 

The two of you fell backwards almost immediately, chests rising and falling as you took in what the two of you just did. Thoughts ran rampant in your brain as you realized you two could’ve possibly ruined the chemistry between your characters. You could hear him still breathing heavily beside you as he spoke his first words, “I’ve wanted to fuck you like that for a while.”

You looked over at him, eyes gazing over his naked body. “You did?”

“You were my celebrity crush, you know.”

You sat up a little, propping yourself up on his shoulders and leaning over to look him in the eyes. “Seriously? I kinda thought you had no idea who I was. Plus, you were dating Vanessa so I didn’t think you noticed anybody.” 

Possibly bad timing to mention the ex. 

He chucked at your thought process, “Well, yeah, but after that, I always counted you as my celebrity crush. I would notice you on the red carpets. You always had a boyfriend, and I guess so did I, but it's weird how this worked out.” 

You lightly smiled, looking up at him as you rested your head on his chest, “I guess so. But, this can’t be anything, you know that, right?” You hated to be the bearer of bad news, but it didn’t feel right. The two of you were co-workers and everyone knew how bad it was for co-workers to be involved. It could impact the entirety of filming. 

“Yeah. We’re just rebounding from our exes,” He agreed. “It’s for the best anyway.” 

You couldn’t help but deny the twinge of pain in his voice. 

“Exactly, some good old-fashioned sex. Which you’re pretty good at if I say so,” you joked as you began to get up to put your nightgown back on. “I do have to go to bed though, and I don’t think I can let you sleep here for obvious reasons, so…” 

You trailed off, slipping your nightgown over your body once more. “Right, of course,” he spoke as he stood up and snatched his shirt off the floor. “Just to be clear, you are going to let me fuck you like that again?” 

You smirked at him, moving towards him slowly. “Oh, absolutely, we are doing that again.” 

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[pearlparty]

It’s Cuffin’ Season

Brat/Sub!Austin x Reader

Summary:   It all started out as a fun little game of teasing, harmless.  Except this time he broke one of the rules.  And then he broke another rule, because he just couldn’t help himself.  He didn’t expect being tied up, gagged, and edged to tears as a result though.  Furthermore, he’d never have expected himself to like it.  Check that, no, love it.

Warnings:  SMUT!!!, heavy dom/sub dynamics, Brat!Austin (but one could argue that it’s just banter and not bratty), Sub!Austin, handcuffs, teasing, edging, masturbation (f/m), oral (f/m receiving), hand job, use of a tie as a gag, a tiny bit of degradation, lots of praise, momma kink, ma’am kink, usage of the nickname “baby boy”, lots of begging and apologizing, male whimpering, a dash of dacryphilia (if you can even call it that), tons of dirty talk, brief discussion/use of the color system safe words, unprotected penetrative sex, spitting/swallowing spit, cockwarming, creampie, no use of Y/N, first time writing smut, super quick/rushed ending probably

Word Count:  9k

Note:  This is my first time writing smut, so please provide ANY/ALL of the feedback (and I really mean good and bad because I really want to step up my game with this, so feel free to be mean lol).  I wrote this for @purejasmine who asked for some apologetic and crying Austin. Hope I could do it justice, babe, and sorry it took five-ever lol. This has been sitting in the archive for a while because I’ve been so anxious about posting it, so the end wraps things up super quickly--if you have any suggestions about how to properly wrap it up, please, message me! If I’ve written anything that has concerning themes that I’ve not addressed, please let me know.  I also feel the need to mention that this is takes place in an established relationship with switch dynamics that aren’t really discussed.  This is filthy, God, I’m sorry.

The two of you had been apart for what felt like forever (in reality, it was only about a month, but it felt like forever to two idiots who were hopelessly in love and obsessed with each other).  You’d been in Paris boss bitching your fall fashion designs to a couple of top executives and he’d been gone for press tours. 

It was easy at first.  You’d call every night to check in and say your sappy goodnights (even though the time difference usually meant one of you was saying good morning).  FaceTime provided some element of comfort to satiate his need for you, but the small screen of blue light did little in comparison to your soft touch and warm skin.  Still, he held out because at least he could see you.

The second week was a little harder. A little game had started up between the two of you. Phone calls littered with subtle innuendos had turned to lightly provocative selfies and texts which turned into downright filthy messages sent to each other during the work day.  In fact, it got to the point that whenever your name popped up on his screen, he had to check his surroundings before he looked at the message.  Unfortunately, he had also learned the hard way to make sure his brightness and volume were low, thanks to a sexy little voice note that had him jumping out of his skin and nearly throwing his phone into the street—which had earned him a poorly hidden side-eye from one of the PAs that had been nearby.  

The game of teasing had begun, and while he absolutely loved it, you’d set an impossible finish line: wait until we’re together again.  He’d audibly groaned when the words left your mouth, dripping with sex. “Just think how much better it’s gonna be when you’re fucking me instead of your hand. Can you wait for me, baby? Wait for me to come home and take your cock in whatever way pleases you?”  He reluctantly agreed, but the images in his phone had been tempting enough as it was.  The rest of the time away would be a nightmare.  

It’d been easy in the day—there had been a few moments where he zoned out staring into the middle distance, pulling his lip between his teeth, as flashes of your face creased in ecstasy graced his imagination, but the tasks before him always pulled him back to the present without a problem. 

Nights on the other hand? That was a whole different problem—it was awfully easy to let his mind wander in an empty hotel room when his phone was right there with a variety of scandalous pictures of you on it. Well… let’s just say that he’d used the pictures you’d sent to hype himself up a bit, but he’d held out despite that little horny voice in the back of his head that tempted him to undo his pants for a quick couple strokes.  He might have taken a cold shower or two (or six), but he’d managed to do it.  

The four weeks away had him aching to spend a few blissful moments in your presence; it’d be a chance to hold you and recount your trip’s details—touch your face, caress your curves with his fingers, and bury his face in your stomach as you lightly play with his curls.  

Right before he railed you into the mattress. 

But that’s not how things worked out, huh? Unfortunately, your flight had been canceled due to the weather in Rennes, France, so your schedule had you just barely getting home before the charity gala the next day.  You hadn’t been too worried on the phone, brushing it all off with a lovely, “C’est la vie,” but Austin held back an annoyed groan.  The man had been waiting to have you all to himself, tucked away in his arms in your little corner of the world, and now he’d have to wait even longer to have you.

Now, that pesky little voice seemed a little louder.  His horniness, and perhaps slight jet lag, had begun to eat away at his resolve and soon he found himself leaning back on the couch, staring at the ceiling, filthy thoughts rolling through his head.  He glanced at the clock.  Around 3.  She’s not going to be home for a few hours, the little voice offered.  And you won’t be able to have her until after the gala.  She’d never know.  Besides, it’s good for stress relief, and you’ve been so worked up for so long.  You deserve this.

His patience had worn thin and he gave into those carnal urges before you got home.  He had the images pulled up on his phone, listening to the voice memos, over and over again as he pictured you coming undone beneath him.  He rode that wave to the peak.

And then you walked in on him.  His heart (and impending orgasm) stopped.  Everything seemed to freeze as you locked eyes with him and pursed your lips.

“Is that any way to greet the love of your life after a month apart?” 

Heat rose in his cheeks and ears with embarrassment.  Shit, he thought.  Not only had you caught him masturbating, you had caught him masturbating after you explicitly told him not to masturbate while you were gone.  

It was only a few seconds, but it dragged out for an eternity.  Austin let go of his cock and sat up a little straighter, eyes darting around the room as he started a defense, “Babe, I, uh--”

“Needed me that bad, huh, baby boy?” you purred as you strutted towards him, lidded eyes never leaving his panicked and confused ones as you closed the distance between you.  You dragged your hands up and over his knees and thighs, leaning down enough to give him a little bit of a show with your loose neckline dangling open.  His mouth fell open into a small O-shape, still confused, but not unhappy, that you were acting like this.  

“Hm?” you hummed, nails ghosting over his cock as you leaned down close to his ear to taunt him with a salacious, “Oh, honey, we both know that your hand can’t hold a flame to me.  Do you need me now?”  You leaned in closer with a breathy sigh.  “Want me to take you right here?  Wanna come inside me after a month of being apart?” 

Austin’s eyes rolled back in his head as he listened to the sin fall from your lips.  For a moment he’d completely forgotten about the promise he’d broken.  For a moment he just had you.

“Oh yes, baby, yes.  I do,” he moaned as your hands slid over his shoulders, teasing the fabric of his white tee up his torso just a couple inches.  He gently let his hands slide up the sides of your waist.  “Need you so bad.”

A light chuckle resonated in your chest before you continued in a breathy whisper, “You know I was going to make it special.”  He barely processed the words as he melted into your touch on his neck, spellbound by the way your fingernails lightly scraped over his scalp and mussed his curls.  And then you were a lips’ distance away and he could only marvel at the way you’d enchanted him with your touch, hypnotizing him with your soft tone and bedroom eyes.

“Think of all the sinful things we could have done before the gala tonight, Aus,” you breathed as you leaned in even closer.  He nearly closed the distance between your lips himself, but--

“Since you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, I guess we’ll just have to wait a little longer, won’t we.”  You pulled away harshly, leaving him chasing your skin with a small protesting whine and a small “no” as you drew back and met his gaze with maliciousness, still gripping his hair in an iron vice like some sort of seductress.  No.

Dominatrix.  

Austin gulped.

“Now, you’re gonna listen to me, baby, and you’re gonna listen good,” you admonished, making him nod, suddenly struck dumb at your quick mood change.  You had never spoken to him like this before… and he couldn’t say that he didn’t like it.  You kept your voice low and level, but not angry.  If anything, your words almost contradicted your sultry tone.  “We’re going to go to the gala in a couple of hours. We’re going to have a real good time.  You’re going to be on your best behavior—keep your hands to yourself, be the perfect arm candy for me, and then,” you leaned in again, “if you’re good,” your lips just ghosted the shell of his ear as you brought your voice down to a whisper, “I’m going to fuck your brains out when we get home.”  

The brazened words sent a thrill straight to his cock, and he suddenly couldn’t breathe anymore.  

“But,” you jerked his head back to look at you fully, a fire burning in your eyes as you laid it out crystal clear.  “You put your hands on yourself or misbehave for the tiniest fraction of a second, and I will have you crying and begging for mercy.”  

The next words left his mouth unbidden, “Is that a threat or a promise?”  

You licked your lips and cocked your head to the side, looking him up and down.  “Huh,” the tip of your tongue grazed the bottom of your front teeth, “never woulda pegged you as a brat, Mr. Butler.”

You released his hair and caressed your fingers over his cheek before running your thumb down his full bottom lip.  “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

He hummed in response, his half lidded gaze and smirk doing well for himself.  A thrill shot through your abdomen.  This was turning out to be one of the best games you’d ever played, it seemed.  You gripped his jaw and went in for a slow kiss.  A simple kiss to greet your lover with affection after the weeks apart.  “I missed you, by the way,” you muttered to his lips, allowing the persona to take a backseat for a moment and let your mushy feelings out before you had to become the stern woman in charge again.  

“Missed you, too,” he muttered back, letting his fingers tease the seam of your pants by your knees.  

“Trust me, I’m aware.” You glanced down to his still exposed dick and smirked a little as he blushed.  “Now,” you gently tapped his cheek, “get your ass into the bathroom and take a cold shower for me, yeah?”

Needless to say, putting his hands on himself had been one of the few thoughts rolling around in his head as he stepped under the cold water—which didn’t help much besides shock his body back to homeostasis, by the way—and then changed into the dark blue suit set you’d picked out for him shortly after.  And as he watched you slink out from your closet draped in a shimmery gold dress that left little to his raunchy imagination, he had to turn and mentally bite his fist to calm himself.  The slit in the skirt revealing your leg practically screamed, “Easy access, easy access, easy access!”  His fingers itched to slide up your waist and slip the delicate straps from your shoulders. They ached to caress your stomach, thighs, and breasts, but your warning played on repeat in his head and he restrained himself to stick to the rules of engagement you’d given him.

But what would happen if I didn’t play by the rules? he thought.  Austin wasn’t sure whether it was unbridled curiosity or some unchecked internal masochism that he’d yet to address, but something had prompted the thought as the two of you climbed into the back of the car.  He wanted to see just how far you’d take things.  

How could he push you to the end of your rope?  And what would lie in wait for him once he’d done it?  

A smirk played on the corner of his mouth as the car stopped at your destination.  He’d play his part, yes.  He’d be the perfect arm candy to the fashion executive woman who needed to hobnob with the rich for a while to maintain those business relationships.  He’d open doors, help you from the car, make small talk with individuals with inflated senses of purpose, fetch drinks, and smile for pictures.  Yes, he’d do all of that.

But he wanted to have a little fun with you, too.  And after two and a half hours of watching you do your job accepting the praise from your colleagues, he finally allowed himself to do just that.  Maybe it was his own sexual frustration, or even the three glasses of gin, that pushed him to such uncharacteristic public boldness, but he couldn’t ignore the way he felt drawn to your body as you and a small group of stylists listened to your colleague Jean-Luc Gaultier speak about his defeats and triumphs with his latest line of men’s trousers. 

Austin appeared to be listening to the Frenchman intently, but his mind was elsewhere as he let his hand snake around your waist and caress the silk material.  His fingers pressed into the front of your hip bone in a tantalizing motion as he slid them impossibly close to your hip flexor for the briefest of moments—just teasing you with the idea of the possibility of where he would go next.  Your breath hitched, but you maintained your decorum and covered it up by clearing your throat as you shot Austin a look out of the corner of your eye.  He ignored it.

Jean-Luc didn’t seem to notice either, and continued to prattle on about the season to the group of people in the small circle.  The other designers in the conversation didn’t pay you mind, only eager to please the executive with fake laughter and ingenuine flattery.  

Austin’s hand wandered again, gently sliding up your waist to allow his thumb to ghost the underside of your breast before dropping to cop a feel of your ass.  Your eyes widened at the sensation, and you snatched his hand in yours.  Without even looking at Austin, you could tell he had that stupid smirk on his lips.

“Excuse me, Jean-Luc,” you gently interjected with a tight smile on your face when the executive came to the end of his story.  The graying man looked over his round pink sunglasses with a quirked brow.  “I think I need to go out for a smoke.  I’ll be right back.”  You finally turned to shoot a warning look at Austin.  “Come with me, dear?”

You didn’t even give him a chance to answer as you dragged him away towards the large door out the back, keeping an eye out for any lingering guests that might have gone out as well. 

The heavy door slammed closed as you and Austin stepped into the cool night air.  Alone.  Without a second thought, you whipped the tall man around you and roughly shoved him into the red brick with a huff, your dark nails biting into his neck.  

“What the hell was that?”  You hissed through gritted teeth.  You’d been patient up until now, but this recent disobedience flipped the switch pushed all the pent up sexual frustration from the past month to something a little more aggressive than you’d ever expected.  “You really think you can get away with that fiasco back home and then you come here and pull that shit?  You’re a little too cocky for your own good.” 

“Oh, c’mon, darlin’,” he rasped out, throwing in a little bit of that southern twang that you’d never openly admit to loving so much.  “You know I can’t keep my hands off you.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly.  Was he trying to get out of this or make it worse on himself?  A wave of inappropriate ideas flooded the forefront of your mind.  You couldn’t help but grin a little.

“You’re not too good at following rules, are you?” your low voice sent a shiver up his spine, and he met your half-lidded gaze with one of his own.  You pulled your lip between your teeth in contemplation.  “What on earth am I gonna do with you?”  

“Nothing I don’t deserve, I’m sure,” he goaded you.  This was uncharted territory for both of you, but he was more than eager to push the limits to fill in the blank edges on the map.

“Who’s to say you deserve anything?”  You shortened the gap between your lips as much as you could given Austin’s insane height advantage over you. 

He nearly moaned at the bite in your words and the feeling of your nails on his neck.   “Ooh, I like it when you’re mean, baby.”  Ever the perfect scene partner, he improvised in this little game of yours while eloquently giving you the green light to lay on in thick.  And you’d do just that.

You hummed.  “You’re a pussy hungry, arrogant little whore, aren’t you?  You go home and jerk off to the thought of me when I explicitly told you not to and then you come here and let your hands wander after I asked you to be a good boy.”  You let your words drip from your mouth with a sickeningly sweet glaze.  “Do you think it’s funny disobeying me?  Where exactly do you get off with that, huh?”   

“With you, hopefully,” he rasped, keeping his words between the two of you as he smirked.  Currently, nothing seemed more appealing than wiping that smug look off of his beautiful face.  Your fingers twisted around his tie as you wrenched him closer, a sinister smile spreading over your lips.

“We’ll see,” you whispered before dragging him inside like a dog on his leash.  It didn’t take him long to catch up, and you quickly dropped his tie and slipped your hand around his to lead him instead—better not to attract more attention than necessary, though part of you would have liked to drag him out like that and let everyone know that he was your little puppy. 

You found Jean-Luc near the bar; the swarm of groupies and outlandish fashion made it easy to find him.  “I’m so sorry, dear,” you began, pulling the older man’s attention to you.  “But I’m afraid I’m feeling a little faint after that cigarette, so Austin and I are going to head home for the night.”  You didn’t give him a chance to object or offer any remedies he might have up his sleeve. “Your designs are fantastic, mon ami, and I can’t wait to see what you have this fall.”  He blushed and pulled you in for a kiss on either cheek in his typical farewell before you muttered a few more goodbyes and led Austin to the car.

You ushered him into the backseat, and he wordlessly followed your directions to buckle his seatbelt.  A thick sexual tension settled into the back of the car as you gave the driver directions to your house, and you might have worried that the driver knew what you were up to had you not been busy running your nails through the curls at the base of Austin’s neck.  

When the car pulled into the driveway, you unbuckled Austin’s seatbelt and directed his eyes to yours with two of your fingers on his jaw.  You kept your voice low enough so that only he could hear you.  “Get your ass in the house, baby.  Go sit on the couch and wait for me there, okay?”  

Austin pulled his lip between his teeth and you could have sworn that you heard a shudder in his breath.  You smirked, taking a moment to admire the state he was in before you reached across him and pulled his door open.  “I’ll take care of this and be up in just a second, okay?” you said at normal volume, but the edge in your voice wasn’t lost on him.  Austin nodded once, sucked in another breath and clambered out of the car.  You couldn’t help but watch his long legs carry him through the front door.  

“Long night, huh?”  the driver’s deep voice sounded so suddenly in the quiet private neighborhood that you nearly jumped.  It made you let out a small laugh.

“Oh, you have no idea,” you muttered as you pulled your wallet out of your purse. “Thanks for the ride.”  You handed him a $100 bill and quickly stepped out.  The beams from the headlights softened as the car backed out of the driveway, and soon it was just you and the porch light on a warm summer evening.  

Austin sat obediently on the couch like you’d asked—manspread and smirking, but obedient nonetheless—as he watched you saunter into the living room.  A part of you couldn’t decide whether he was trying to show that he maintained dominance or if he just wanted to piss you off.  You wordlessly made your way over to him, slowly drinking him in and letting your eyes roam every inch of his lanky body draped over the cushions.  He’d taken off his suit jacket and laid it over the couch’s armrest.  He did look rather handsome in what you’d picked for him.  Dark blue always brought out his eyes, and the white button up perfectly complimented his tan skin.  

“See something you like, babe?” The snarky comment left his lips as he leaned back and looped his arms over the back of the couch.  You cocked an eyebrow, surprised at his audacity but didn’t answer his question.  

“You’re awfully chipper for someone who’s deserving of a punishment,” you hummed, grabbing your dress and parting it from the slit at the top of your thigh so you could straddle him.  It had been a risk forgoing a pair of panties with a high slit in your dress, but the gamble had paid off if the look in Austin’s eyes meant anything.  You didn’t put any pressure on his lap, though.  No, you would take your time with him.

“And what if that’s the very thing that has me so chipper?”  Austin’s husky voice hit your ears and you sighed at the sound.

“Well then, darling,” you matched his tone, tugging lightly at the knot of his tie to bring him closer.  Your whisper sent a chill down his spine.  “I’d say you don’t know what you’re in for.”

He groaned at the sound as you lowered yourself down to his lap, allowing your naked body heat to tease him through his pants.  He snaked his hands up your waist, eager to rid you of your golden dress and touch your soft skin. 

“No.” You snatched his wrists and yanked them from your body.  “No touching.  Not ‘til I say so.”  Austin’s blue eyes blinked up at you a couple of times.  Oh, sweet boy didn’t really think he was going to be punished, did he?  You kept your tone firm, but didn’t raise your voice as you spoke, “You’re being punished so you don’t do anything until I say so.”

“O-okay.”  He stuttered out, and you released his wrists before wrapping your fingers behind his neck and redirecting his gaze up to yours by pressing his chin up with your thumb.  

“That’s all I get?  After you disrespected me and disobeyed me?”  you questioned with feigned innocence and a pout.  Your thumb gently swiped back and forth over the smooth skin on his flushed cheek before you went back to your stern voice.  “It’ll be ‘yes, ma’am’ from here on out.  Understood?”

Austin swallowed thickly.  “Yes, ma’am.”  He planted his hands firmly beside him on the couch cushions.   

You smirked.  “Hm.  Good boy.”  You turned your attention to his clothes, aching to run your hands down his toned chest.  Nimble fingers moved to loosen his tie as you spoke again.  “You remember the color system, baby?”  It was rhetorical, but he nodded anyway.  “Can you tell me what each of the colors mean?”  His tie came undone and you pulled it from his shirt collar slowly to lay it over the back of the blue couch, reveling in the way his breathing quickened ever so slightly.  His eyes never left your face even though your attention was on each of the buttons on his shirt.  

“Yes, ma’am,” he sucked in a breath as you undid the top two buttons.  “Green is all clear,” the next button came loose, “yellow is slow down,” Your nails grazed his chest as two more came undone.  His breath hitched at the sensation, but he pushed through the last color.  “And red means stop.”  You finished undoing his shirt and ran your fingers down his chest and towards his toned stomach. 

“Very good,” you purred.  Gently, you eased the garment off of his body and discarded it to the floor haphazardly. Your eyes raked over his bare chest, the light dusting of chest hair between his pecs. Fuck, he was pretty. 

Finally, you met his eyes again.  Those familiar blues you loved so much had that little ring of green on the edges that only showed up when he was horny, blown wide with lust.  You gently cupped his chin as you spoke seriously, the game taking a time-out so you could clearly express to your lover what you thought to be so important.  “So you say ‘red’ at any point, and I’ll stop everything, okay?”  

He nodded and sucked in a breath.  “Yes, ma’am,” he said, sincerity in his eyes.  He was ready for whatever you had for him.  

That wicked smile returned to your face.  “Good.”  

Austin couldn’t suppress the thrill that shot down his spine.  Oh, lord have mercy.  He barely had time to perceive the handcuffs you’d pulled from your bag before you gently grabbed his left wrist.  His eyebrows shot up at the sight—he hadn’t expected this, by any means.  The gears clicked as you squeezed the single strand snuggly around his wrist.  Your eyes flicked up to his, and he nodded, giving you the go ahead.

“Lean forward for me, baby.”  He did as he was told, his eyeline meeting your decolletage as his face nearly collided with your plunging neckline.  He gulped.  Had he not promised to be a good boy and wait for permission, he’d press kisses all over you right now.  Over your collarbones, down to the plush flesh at the top of your breasts, right down to—

“Do you know why you’re being punished, Austin?”  Your voice interrupted his thoughts as you secured his hands behind his back.  You hummed as the other handcuff clicked around his wrist slowly.  

“Yes, ma’am.” he breathed out slowly, eyes glued to your neckline.  Oh this really was a punishment.  

“Go on.”  You withdrew your hands from behind him and pushed his back to the couch.  “Tell me all the naughty things you did to deserve this.”  Your nails scraped down his shoulders to his chest, making him hiss at the delightful sensation.  You leaned in close, pressing light kisses to his neck—the kind that just barely grazed his skin and drove him mad with the sensation of your hot breath fanning across his pulse point.  Austin adjusted his arms behind his back a little so the cold metal of the handcuffs wasn’t pressing into his wrists too hard before he spoke.

“I-I touched myself before you came home,” he choked out when you ground your hips into his pelvis.  Tilting his head back for more access, you slowly dragged your hot lips up his throat and across his jaw, hands traveling closer and closer to his hardening cock.  You hummed.

“Mhm.  You couldn’t wait for me, could you?”  You grinned as you lightly took his chin between your teeth and shook your head in response to your own question.  Then you got dangerously close to his lips.  “Mm, you got off without me, so I’d say it’s only fair that you wait a little longer while I get off, yeah?”  Austin wanted to choke out a defense that technically he never really got off because you’d interrupted his climax, but the words died on his lips when you let out a small moan with another roll of your hips.  His eyes rolled back at the sensation and sound.  “You’re going to make me come two times, and then if you’re good, I’ll think about letting you put your pitiful cock inside me.  Does that sound okay, darling?”  

“Oh, yes, ma’am,” he moaned, ready, willing, and able.  Even with his hands behind his back, he knew he’d be able to pull a couple of orgasms out of you.  Hell, maybe he’d make it three and overachieve—get a gold star and extra praise for his good deeds.  

But just like that, you were off of the couch and strutting away.  You seemed to be doing that a lot lately.  It made him go mad with hunger and he had to suppress a whine at the loss of contact he’d been aching for.

You slowly turned and sank to the loveseat across from Austin, arching your back just enough to draw his attention to your chest.  His brow furrowed.  

“Uhh,” he stammered out, “how am I supposed to get you off from here?”  

You tisked.  “Oh, Aus, I never said anything about you getting me off right away.”  You leaned back on the velvety cushion and slowly spread your legs, leaving everything on display for Austin—everything you knew he wanted but couldn’t have.  His mouth watered at the sight.  “Seems it’s only fair that I get myself off just like you, right?”  

You didn’t break eye contact as your hand dipped to the pooling arousal between your legs.  Suddenly, he realized exactly what kind of torture awaited him now:  you were going to get yourself off first.  And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it but watch.  A breathy satisfied moan left your mouth, “Oh, Aus.”  You drew his name out in a long sigh, but the word left him empty since it wasn’t him that provided the pleasure (not that it made a difference to his quickly hardening cock).  Austin shifted in his seat as you let out a gasp and gripped the back of the loveseat over your shoulder.

“Eyes on me, baby. Only me.” you taunted, screwing your eyes shut as you began a rhythm on your clit that tightened the coil in your abdomen.  “Mm, this could have been you, Aus.”  You pulled your lip between your teeth, attempting to make an extra show for him.  

Truth be told, the performance wasn’t quite as pleasurable as you made it out to be as you normally liked Austin to be the one to get you off, but he’d been naughty and you deemed the performance a necessary punishment to get him irate or apologetic, whichever came first. After all, this was your game, so it seemed only fair that you make up the rules—even if they were unfair.  

“This could be your hand touching me, but you couldn’t wait, could you?”

Austin had his eyes glued to your fingers moving through your wet arousal and over your clit, as he shifted again in his seat.  “No, I couldn’t wait,” he choked out, the words leaving him hoarse.  

“Such an impatient man.”  The coil began to compress, and you picked up your pace to chase the release.  “You’re so desperate for me aren’t you, baby?”

A whine edged into his voice, “Yes, ma’am. I need you so bad.  Please.”  He leaned forward to the edge of the couch, letting out a strained breath.  A jolt of arousal bolted down your spine, but you chose not to respond to his plea and instead let out an obscene moan to tease him a little more.  He continued, more of that delicious whine lining his words, “Oh, please, baby, can I make you come.  Can I please touch you?”

The begging sent you over the edge and a lovely wave of white pleasure washed over you as you came, knuckles going white as you clutched the back of the couch.  Toes curling, head thrown back in ecstasy, your quick breaths echoing off the walls; it might as well have been pulled straight from a porno, and it had Austin captivated and straining against his slacks. If you hadn’t been recovering from an orgasm, you might have taken a minute to soak in the power you held over him at the moment.  

When the aftershocks finished wracking your body, you met Austin’s lustful gaze from across the room with a hooded one of your own.  He licked his plush lips, eyes raking over your form as his chest heaved, his cheeks flushing a light pink in his excitement.  You smirked, pleased with the effect you were having on him.

“You wanna taste me, sweetheart?” The question had barely left your mouth when Austin nodded feverishly. You crooned, “Awfully greedy, aren’t we?”  

You retracted your hand from your pussy and swiftly crossed to Austin to straddle him again, pushing him harshly back into the couch. He offered no resistance to your fingers slipping between his lips, savoring your taste and running his tongue over your fingers. You smirked. 

“I love how eager you are for me, Austin,” you purred, slithering your hand back to the base of his skull and tugging gently on a few of his curls. His eyes rolled back at the praise. 

You straddled him again, pulling your fingers from his mouth and pressing a hot, sloppy, open mouthed kiss to his worry-worn lips.  He kissed you hungrily, like kissing you was the only thing that would put air into his lungs. You were right: he was desperate for you. 

“I love when you’re begging for it. Begging for me.” You gasped the words between kisses, rolling your hips into his. He hissed at the welcomed sensation. Your hands wandered down to his belt, pulling the buckle free. 

“Touch me,” he gasped. “Please touch me, ma’am. Please.” 

Your eyes flashed up to watch his pretty face express the pleasure you supplied as you palmed his cock. Slowly, agonizingly, you undid the button and zipper on his slacks. Your fingers dipped beneath the waistband and shimmied it down his hips just enough for his cock to spring free from his underwear.  You couldn’t help but grin.  It seemed every single part of Austin was pretty. 

“Can you behave for me, Aus? Are you gonna listen to me this time? Gonna tell me when you’re about to come?” you cooed, dragging your hand up and down his dick in long languid strokes. 

“Yes, ma’am. Yes, I promise. Please. Just—please,” he choked his whimpers down as best he could but you could tell he was losing that battle.  You made a mental note to draw those whimpers out of him later.

You hummed as you slid off his lap and sank to your knees, eyeing his throbbing erection, the precum already oozing from his tip.  Without wasting any more time, you took hold of him by the base and licked a long stripe along the underside of his cock.  He let out a breath, one that let you know how much he’d been trying to hold back earlier.  You suppressed a grin and leaned forward to kiss the angry red tip, pressing a few little kitten licks to the top.  He squirmed at the sensation.

“P-please,” he whined, “no, teasin’.”  

You pulled away.  “You want me to stop?”

“No! Please, ma’am, I--” he started, but you didn’t want to hear it.  

“Then you’ll take what I give you, and beg for more.”  

He whimpered, actually whimpered, “Yes, ma’am.”  A flash of hot arousal whipped down your spine and straight to your throbbing pussy. Fuck, that was hot. 

“Good,” you hummed, before turning your attention back to his cock.

When you took his tip into your mouth, a shudder shook his chest as he moaned. You pumped your hand along him a few times, reveling in the way you could see his strong arms tugging and squirming to break free from his restraints, the way his eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy.  

You pulled away for just a moment to tell him, “Love the way those pretty blue eyes roll back when I’m sucking you off, baby.”  Your voice dripped over him like honey, smooth and salacious—all he wanted in that moment was the feeling of your tongue swirling around his head.

You bobbed your head, taking his long cock back as far as you could, pumping the rest of him with your hand.  

“Y-yes, ‘slike that,” he moaned.  “Kee-keep, goin’ like that.”  His eyes screwed shut and with a gasp and a grunt, he cried out, “Oh! I’m gonna come, baby!”  The pleasure had been building all day and it had gotten so intense.  You bobbed your head a few more times, pulling him closer and closer to the peak.  “Oh!  I’m—”

You pulled back, letting his hard wet cock spring back to his stomach in a pitiful display of arousal and no relief.  Those beautiful ceruleans blinked open, and for a moment you thought you could see a line of tears in his waterline.  His chest rose and fell quickly with heated breaths as he spoke, “Why’d you—” he stopped for a moment to think as you crawled back onto his lap and wiped your mouth, “b-but I’ve been good for you, haven’t I?”

You pressed a searing kiss to his open mouth to shut him up, allowing his cock to barely graze your cunt.  His breath hitched at it, and you pulled his head back by his hair to let him get a look at you.  

“Please,” he begged, “can I please come?”  

“Patience, darling.  You’re doing so well, but you’re not there yet,” you teased, dragging the back of your index finger down his cheek.  You tugged on his hair again, easing another whine out of him.  It sent a thrill straight to your core.  

“Color?” Your voice softened as you asked the question. You might have been in the driver’s seat tonight, but he had control of the situation. 

“Green, baby. So green.” His answer came immediately. 

“Good,” you cooed with a smirk. You stood again, only this time, you beckoned him to follow you to the other couch.  

“On your knees, Aus,” you commanded, and the tall blond obeyed.  “So good for me, aren’t you?”  You sank back to the love seat, spreading your legs again for him.  “Make me come, Austin.”

His eyes went wide, and a small smile graced his lips.  

“Yes, ma’am,” he affirmed before diving in like it was his last meal on earth, letting you swing your legs over his shoulders and crush his head between your thighs.  The man was a master with his tongue.  He crudely licked a long stripe along your pussy before lapping gently at your clit.  

He ate you out like it was his job, plunging his tongue into you and stimulating your clit with practiced perfection.  Up and down, up and down, sucking here, nudging there, swirling and finally adding in a little nip that drove you wild.  A string of praise fell from your mouth without you even realizing.  “So good t’me.  Oh Aus, yes like that!  Keep going for me, baby!”  

His tongue plunged inside you, and you let out a gasp, gripping the back of the couch again.  He could tell you were getting closer, closer, closer, and maintained his pace on your clit as you let out another cry, “Yes! ‘M close! I-I—” 

The words wouldn’t come, but he knew exactly what you meant.  He drank the words down and let out a grown at the sound of your voice, your cries. Ultimately, that tipped the scales and you came all over his face with a cry.

He didn’t stop though; his tongue continued its magic as he helped you ride your orgasm out until the wave of white passed over you and you had to push him away with your hand.  He didn’t back away fully and instead pressed more wet, heated kisses to the inside of your thighs, stealing glances up at you as you caught your breath.  Finally, your eyes locked and he stopped with a slow and intimate kiss on your leg.

He grinned at you in the dimmed light, his chin glistening.  The man wore your arousal like a damn badge of honor.  It was filthy, positively filthy. 

“Did I do good, momma?”  he rasped, voice deep and gravelly.  You might have just climaxed, but the nickname suddenly ignited a new kind of feral desire for him, and you felt yourself getting hot and bothered all over again.  You took a few steadying breaths before you spoke.

“You did very good, baby boy.  Oh, fuck, you did so good for momma.”  You lunged forward to capture his lips with yours, not caring in the slightest that you tasted yourself on his tongue.  Your lips moved together in practiced perfection, sliding, sucking—you even nipped at his lower lip and pulled a sigh from him. 

“Can you sit on the couch for me, darlin’?” you asked between kisses.  

“Yes, ma’am.”  With a little helpful balance from you, he returned to his seat and it was clear that his erection needed some attention, so you straddled his lap again with a little more room for you to jerk him off.

“Doin’ so good for me, Aus,” you purred in his ear as you took his cock in your hand.  He hummed at the contact and moaned as your hand pumped him at a slow and agonizing pace.  

“Please, baby, please,” he begged and let your name fall from his lips.  “C’mon, baby, make me come!”  Your hand stuttered on his cock and you pulled away, making him pant and whine some more for relief.  “Baby, I’ve been good!”  His voice was desperate, but verging a little too close to demanding for your liking.  He didn’t get to demand things like that tonight.

“You’re not playing by my rules, Aus,” you chastised flatly as you leaned away to retrieve his tie from the other side of the couch.  “You don’t wanna call me what I told you to call me?  Fine.” You rolled up his tie in your hands and watched his eyes widen.  “You don’t get to say anything else either.  Open.”

Reluctantly, he obeyed and you pressed the tie into his mouth as a gag.  “You need to earn back your words, so make all those pretty little noises for me, yeah?  I want you a moaning, whimpering mess by the time we’re done here.”  

You grabbed his cock by the base again, maybe a little more sudden than you’d intended because he jumped and let out a muffled yelp.  “C’mon, Aus.  You can do it for me, darlin’.”  You pumped his long shaft quickly, soaking in every little gasp or groan he’d give you.  His muffled little whimpers made your cunt clench in anticipation, and arousal slipped between your legs.  “Just like that, baby boy. Just like that.”  

It only took a few more motions of your hand for him to be right on the edge.  Tears spilled over his pretty lashes as he moaned into the tie.  “Gonna come for me?” you asked.  He nodded feverishly, ready to end the cycle of punishments you had for him, but you smirked before pulling away, pleased with having edged him to tears.

You took the wet gag from his mouth, a string of spittle following it as you placed it on the floor. Before he had the capacity to speak, you swiftly halted any communication with a heated kiss to his open mouth again, adoring the drooling sobbing mess that he’d become in the past couple of minutes.  

Your fingers softly traced the angry veins in his cock without enough pressure to provide any relief, but enough contact to tease him and make his hips buck forward.

“Oh please, ma’am!  Please let me come!”  he whined again, another set of tears falling onto his cheeks.  “Momma, please.”

You met his tearful gaze with a small smile and tilting your head to the side. “Didn’t you disobey me, though?  You’re a greedy little boy who doesn’t know how to follow rules, and that kind of behavior deserves punishment,” you sighed as you peppered his face with light kisses—small rewards for all the noises he’d made.  

“I’m sorry, ma’am.  I-I’m—momma, I’m sorry.”  

You pulled your lip between your teeth again, looking him over and taking in the whimpering man underneath you.   “You’re being awful good for me, baby boy.  Get me off one more time and then we’ll talk about you coming.  Can you be good for momma and get her off one more time?”

He seemed to sigh a breath of relief at that.  “Y-yes, ma’am. Please, I’ll be g-good—I’ll make you feel so good.” Oh, that sounded like music to your ears.

“I’m going to take these off of you now, okay?” you grabbed the key from your purse.  He eagerly leaned forward to allow more access to his wrists. 

“So, I can touch you now?” he rasped, his hot breath fanning over your chest and making your breath hitch. Your eyes rolled back, suddenly eager for his lips on your body. 

A light chuckle escaped your chest as you leaned closer and spoke, “Yes, you can touch me, Aus.” 

Austin’s eyes closed in a silent prayer of thanks as he feverishly planted kisses along your neckline with small whispered promises of ecstasy and faint love proclamations. It all made the process of unlocking his right hand from the handcuffs a little hard to focus on, but the quiet click of the lock releasing came nonetheless. 

As soon as the strand came loose from its gears and freed his wrist, Austin wrenched his arms forward, greedy hands roaming up your waist as he pulled your body closer to him. You gasped and clutched at the back of the couch and his head for the balance that he’d robbed with his lurch forward. The handcuffs still dangled from his left wrist, clinking together as he groped your body. 

“Want me to get—“ you started offering to unlock the other handcuff, but he cut you off with a growl and more desperate kisses making their way up your neck. 

“Just wanna feel you.” His low husky voice reverberated at your throat and you hummed in appreciation, dropping the key to the floor. 

“You wanna feel me, baby?” You asked as his right hand took a fistful of your ass and his left slid up the side of your neck. You shivered at the cold metal of the handcuffs brushing up along your heated skin.

“Yes, ma’am I do,” he whispered.

“Go ahead, darlin’. Make me feel good like you always do.” And with that, he slipped the thin golden straps from your shoulders and pulled your dress down to reveal your breasts, nipples erect and ready to be worshiped by Austin. His left hand slipped down to massage one while he licked a stripe down to your nipple on the other side. 

Oh, god. Your eyes closed on their own accord, focusing purely on the pleasure he supplied. His fingers moved from your ass to between your legs, dipping his middle and ring finger into your dripping pussy.

“Aus.” His name came out in a breathy mewl as he began a rhythmic circle on your sensitive clit with his thumb. Your breath hitched again when he curled his fingers and hit the spot just right that you couldn’t suppress a pornographic moan. “Oh, yes! Just like that!”

An orgasm lay right around the corner, and you were practically shaking as he continued. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m sorry for disobeying you before.” The words fell from his lips in a slur, his voice rough and wet from neediness. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, squelching, moans, and heavy breathing filling the air around the both of you. 

“Right there! Right—ah!” you exclaimed as the ecstasy blinded you. He muttered more incoherent apologies into your chest between your breasts as he palmed your skin and breathed in your scent. You rode his fingers as the world slowly lost its rosy hue, your fingers tangling themselves into the golden tresses at the nape of his neck. 

“Yes, oh yes,” you panted, holding his head close to you. Austin hid his face into your neck, nibbling gently on the exposed flesh near your collarbone and pulse point. 

“Such a good boy for me, Aus,” you praised, catching your breath and steadying yourself before pulling his head back by his hair. The lighting allowed you to see his wet cheeks and swollen lips. His pretty blonde lashes seemed to sparkle. He really was an incredibly beautiful man. Sometimes, it was hard to believe he was yours. 

 You brushed a stray tear from his cheek. “Good boys get their rewards.  You ready to come? Want to come inside me?” God, it was dirty. 

 “Yes, please. Please let me fuck you,” he choked out. Music to your fucking ears. You loved it when he talked like that. 

“Give it to me, Austin.” Despite being messy and overstimulated, you’d be damned if you didn’t get to come on his cock tonight. 

You leaned up on your knees and gently guided his cock to your dripping cunt, hissing when the tip of his head brushed against your clit. Fuck, you were sensitive. You didn't care though; you sank down onto him quickly and he hissed a curse. You gripped his shoulders as you gasped, nails biting into his skin. 

“Fuck, you feel divine,” he moaned. He clutched you closer. You didn’t respond as you began grinding a slow pace up and down. 

“Whose cock is this?” You asked between pants. Austin’s face creased in pleasure and he gasped when you clenched down on him.

“Yours, baby, it’s yours. I’m yours.” He spoke with awe and passion, and when his eyes opened again to meet yours he looked at you like you were the world. You crashed your lips to his desperately. “Take me,” he gasped between kisses, “use me,” his hand slipped to your neck to pull you impossibly closer, “love me,” another kiss before he pulled away to growl, “own me.” 

“‘S’right, Aus. You’re mine,” you breathed out. When you dropped down again, he hit that wonderful little sweet spot inside you, pushing you to the edge. Oh god! You picked up the pace a little, eager to chase the nearing euphoria. 

Grinding, heaving, moaning, you tapped your fingers to his lips. “Open your mouth, babe.” He did, and you did something you never thought you’d ever do: you gathered all the saliva in your mouth and spat it into his. He was yours, yours, yours. Without missing a beat, a smile played on his lips. He never broke eye contact as he did something he didn’t think he’d do.

He swallowed it. 

It was like a bolt of lightning. You were so close, so close, you wanted to sprint to the finish line. And from the looks of it, he was too, growling clutching your closer as you rode him at a now impossible pace. “You wanna come, Aus?”

“Please, momma! Please!” He moaned, his glassy eyes screwing shut as his sensitive head hit your cervix. You tightened your grip on his strong shoulders at the feeling. 

“Come for me, Austin. Come inside me. Come for momma.” 

One, two, three thrusts and you were both seeing stars. A string of curse words fell from his lips as he pumped his hot come into your cunt.  Your nails bit into his shoulders, no doubt leaving crescent shaped indents in his skin. You trembled in his arms, over sensitive and catching your breath, and he was transported to another dimension—his long awaited orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks and the aftershocks pulled him closer to your skin as you both came down, clutching each other. 

You held his head to your chest, stroking his hair and whispering sweet nothings and praises as he rode out his orgasm, thrusting deeper into you. “That’s it, baby, let go. Did so so good. Love you so much, darlin’. So much.” His eyelashes fluttered against your neck and his breath and hips gradually slowed. He slowly kissed your collarbone before raising his head to look over your equally flushed face. 

“Shit,” he puffed, that post-orgasm glow highlighting his lopsided smile, “that was…” He couldn’t find the words. Seems you’d fucked him stupid. 

“Earth-shattering?” You finished for him with a smile. He chuckled. 

“Yes, ma’am. Earth-shattering.” You couldn’t help but giggle at that. 

You bit your lip and turned your gaze downward as you spoke. “So I—it wasn’t… too much?” Daring a glance up, you met his pretty blues again, slowly returning to their normal sea shade. You’d never really had the chance to let your dominant side out in the past, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d taken things too far with him. 

“Too much?” Austin repeated with a laugh. “Baby, listen to me carefully when I say this: you could have stepped on me and I’d have thanked you.” He grinned at the melodic laugh you let out at that. 

“You like it when momma’s in charge?” 

Austin grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” 

For a moment it was just you and Austin. You in his lap, his delicious cock still inside you, stroking his face, his fingers running up and down your arm.  This game had finally come to a close and you both dropped the personas you’d adapted for the fun and it really was just two people hopelessly obsessed with each other again. But one thing was sure: this had opened the door to an entirely new set of sexual experiences that you could have in the future.

After all, you still had those handcuffs that would need to be broken out every now and then, and you couldn’t help but wonder what they might feel like on your skin one day too.  

***

And that’s the story of how Austin found out he enjoyed being a sub.  The End.

[polksaladbutler]

LUCKY

austin butler oneshot

warnings: fluff, petnames, slight mention of model!y/n, smut, overstimulation, orgasm denial (?), really bad writing pls cut me some slack lol

a/n: im so sorry if the writing is bad, im not good at lengthy fics especially when it’s smut in it. pls give me some tips! thank you so much <3

wc: 3.3K

you woke up to the noises of typing on the keyboard. before you could even tell where you were, you shouted out austin’s name. “yes y/n” “where are you..?” “beside you.” he chuckled. still half asleep, you turned your body towards him. he was typing some kind of email, whatever it was, it must’ve been for his work. you could barely even keep your eyes open. “go back to sleep~ it’s early.” he found your hand and planted a kiss on the top of it.

you stretched your arms out and groaned. “noooo i promised that we would spend our last day together having fun! like a bunch of fun.” you whined as you struggled to keep your eyes open. “i would be having just as much fun spending the day in bed with you.” he smiled while finishing up his email. “you’re so boring!” you laughed, finally you sat up to fully wake up. you looked at him and just stared in awe, he looked so handsome especially with the sun beaming on his tan soft skin.

he noticed you were gazing at him “you know, photos last longer.” he smirked and closed his laptop and put it on the coffee table that was on the side of the bed. “shut up” you playfully roll your eyes. “— i want to hang out today! you’ll be leaving me all by myself for god knows how long.”you declared, he was going to film some scenes for the second part of dune in budapest.

you just started dating austin shortly after he finished the filming of elvis. ever since then it’s been amazing. sure the interviews and events got in the way but at the end of the day, you were the one he came home to, but being far away from him, was a little more extreme than what you were you used to.

“i’m gonna take a shower.” you smiled as you got up out of bed and walked over to the closet. you picked out a semi-skin tight brown shirt, army green shorts, and your pretty pair of undergarments that you bought for yourself a few weeks back.

you walked to the bathroom and showered. you put on all of the necessities that you would after you’ve taken a shower. you got dressed in the clothes you picked out earlier. after that was all done you brushed your teeth and fixed up your hair. you put some concealer and mascara on, then topped it all off with perfume.

you walked out of the bathroom, you spotted austin all dressed and ready to go. “what happened to staying in bed all day?” you laughed walking towards him. “i decided, i couldn’t let you go out having fun all by yourself!” he said. you walked close to him, smelling the cologne you loved. “im kind of offended that you used the other shower instead of joining me…”you fake pouted. “you’ll be alright” he kissed your forehead and softly tapped your ass. “will i?” you giggled as you followed him out of the room.

you ran to where the keys were, “you’re driving!” you announced, grabbing the keys and placing them in his hands. “this day is supposed to be fun.” he said jokingly. he walked to the car, noticing that you were waiting for him to open the door. “you should have used the keys to open the door. instead of making me drive!” he began walking slower than before, checking his clothes for any fuzz on it and took his time to look at the flowers that were growing in the front yard. “austin im going to gouge your eyes out with my own two hands.” you stomped over and pushed him to the driver side door, you placed your hand on the handle and unlocked the car.

“thank you austin!” you teased, walking over to the other side of the car and got in. you put on your seatbelt and plugged your phone into the car. “what do you think you’re doing?” “huh?” “i control the music since im driving.” he grinned. you unplugged your phone and handed the cord to him. “where to first?” he plugged his phone in.

“whatever restaurant you want to go to. im hungry.” he nodded and backed out of the driveway.

you couldn’t help but look at him once again. the sunkissed combo couldn’t be beat. plus he was driving with one hand, which made him a trillion times hotter. he was dressed in an off-white button up with a wife beater under it, with black pants being held up with a black belt. to top it all off he had his black heeled boots on. “remember what i told you earlier about a picture?” “you know what, as a matter of fact i will!” you pulled out your phone and took a photo of him, multiple photos. “you are so handsome.”

he drove to the république café bakery, the place where you had your first date. it’s a french bakery, a place where you allowed yourself to feel like a snob nosed rich person.

“how’d you know i wanted to go here?” you smiled. “i just know my girl.” he leaned over to kiss your face. he walked out of the car and open the door for you. there were a few paparazzi out, you just kept your head down and didn’t look at any cameras. even though a lot of people knew about you two, the media likes to emphasize and the last thing you need right now is some emphasized media bullshit. you weren’t that used to paparazzi, most people don’t want photos of models in public unless they are eating something unhealthy or out with a more bigger celebrity.

“im sorry” he sighed as he opened the door for you. “don’t apologize aus. you’re irresistible, especially in that outfit.” you walked by him.

“hi, just two?” the waitress smiled. “yes ma’am” he answered back. he was always so polite. you both sat down and ordered your food.

“what do you plan on doing today?” he said with a mouth full of waffles. “don’t talk with your mouth full.” “you don’t talk with your mouth full.” he mocked you. “real mature.” you giggled, rolling your eyes. “— i was thinking about going to the grammy museum, then ice cream. i don’t wanna wear you out.” you smiled. “and why is that?” he smirked. “don’t ask questions!”

you both finished your food and got back in the car. “this better be worth it y/n, this place is one hell of a drive. you better be lucky im in love with you.” he put the directions on his gps and drove off. “it will be worth it!”

he was right, it was a hell of a drive, you fell asleep in the car. “babe, we’re here” you raised your head up and wiped the slobber coming from the side of your mouth. “you were snoring” he teases, unbuckling his seatbelt. “was not!” yes you were. he onced again opened the door for you and watched you get out the car. a lot of people stopped in their tracks, probably because they saw austin butler, he’d been everywhere lately, it’s super hard to miss him.

not too many people were asking to take photos with you however, again, people weren’t as fond of models than they were actors. you’re sure they took pictures of you holding his hand or something of that matter. you got inside and waited in line to purchase your tickets.

you walked through a bunch of different areas in the museum, seeing clips of artist accept awards, a literal grammy right in front of you, iconic artist outfits and of course, austin’s favorite, elvis.

“oh wow. elvis looks so handsome here!” you watched a few videos on a tiny screen that was playing his concerts. “oh shit didn’t you wear something like this? this is amazing!” you pointed to the 68’ comeback special outfit. he couldn’t get a word out because you just kept gawking about elvis, he didn’t mind it though.

“wait lemme get a picture of you in front of it!” you ran over to austin and scooted him to the elvis panel, you must’ve taken ten photos. “alright we can move on now.” you smiled.

you looked around more, saw some more iconic outfits and listened to more music. you discovered these instruments you could play. “does this piano work?” you pressed a few keys as a gasped left your lips, surprised that the piano actually worked. you adjusted the seat and sat in front of the piano, you looked back at austin. “i’m gonna play something that’s so grammy worthy, they’ll put me in this museum”

you cleared your throat and began singing“ohhh my love~” you weren’t playing the keys right at all. he started recording you without you even knowing. “my darling, i hunger for your touch. a long… lonely time… honestly i think i should’ve auditioned for elvis. i probably would’ve been your understudy” you patted your own back, jokingly. “i don’t know about that one.” he laughed and tucked his phone in his back pocket.

you and austin finished looking around and were ready to go to get ice cream. plus your legs were really tired. you painfully walked back to the car. “i workout every day and my legs hurt from walking for like an hour… why?!” you whined. he just laughed at you. “just go back to sleep, your legs will feel better.” he placed his hand on your thigh. “k…” you smiled and leaned back and went to sleep.

before you know it, you’re back home. “what about the ice cream?” you mumbled. “we can go out again. come on let’s take a nap.” he unbuckled his and yours seatbelt. you got out the car and got in the house. then both of you fell asleep on the couch.

“hey, i made us something to eat. i got ice cream from the store, don’t worry. i got popsicles too but they aren’t froze yet.” he leaned over the couch and kissed your face. “it smells good” “you should come and try it, it taste as good as it smells.” he announced from the kitchen.

you slowly got off the couch and walked to the kitchen. he had made cooked salmon and white rice. “oh my, we’ve got a chef… maybe you should just stay and cook for me.” you smiled sitting down across from him. “i’ll think about it.” he smiled back.

it was moments like this where you just couldn’t believe how blessed you were to be with austin. he was everything a girl wanted. the definition of boyfriend material right in front of you and he was all yours. though, you were worried about his projects getting in the way. you could barely handle the interviews, events, and constant traveling. what’s it gonna be like when he’s in different states, countries, even a different continent?

he told you not to worry, he told you that if it gets too bad, he’d come back for a break. you didn’t want him to just take a break just because you missed him. you told him you’d be fine. when you weren’t but you understood it’s work, not a side hobby. this is his job, not an activity anybody could do.

“you okay?” “yeah! im just, thinking.” you smiled, finishing your meal. “this was really good aus, thank you.” you got up from your seat, austin did the same. you took his plate and washed it, then put it away.

austin followed you up stairs and to the room. “damn we aren’t gonna be able to sleep, we already took a long ass nap.” you mentioned while fixing the bed up. “gives me more time with you before i leave.” he hugged you from behind, swaying your bodies. this man was so in love with you, he didn’t even care about sleepless nights as long as you were there.

“alright, i gotta change into my pajamas.” you laughed, removing austin’s arms from your waist. you walked into the bathroom and took your clothes off and put it in the hamper. since you already were in the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and put your hair up.

you accidentally forgot to grab your pajamas before you went to the bathroom, you walked out back into the bedroom in your new pair of intimates, ones that austin didn’t know about. “when did you buy those.” his eyes were glued to your body. “a few weeks ago.” you answered. “where was i?” “being interviewed i think.” you decided not to get any pajamas and just got into the bed.

he still couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you chuckled. “im taking a mental picture, don’t worry.” he smirked. you sat up in bed scrolling on your phone, with your cleavage on full display. austin took quick looks at your body. “hey let’s watch a movie, your pick.” you smiled. “ferris bueller?” “you know me so well.”

you laid on austin’s chest, in between his legs as he slid his fingers up and down your waist. it was silent between the both of you, the only noises were from the movie, you contemplated on if you should say something or keep letting silence fill the room.

“im gonna miss you so much.” you said while you drew swirls on his chest with your finger. “im gonna miss you too, i’ll make sure to text and call you whenever i can.” he whispered. “i’ll make sure to answer.” you looked up, into austin’s eyes as he looked down at yours. god you couldn’t take it anymore.

you lift your body up to kiss him. you move your hand from his chest to cup his face. austin kept his hand on your waist, but his grip was a bit stronger. you moved on top but never removed your lips from him. “you don’t know what these things are doing to me.” austin took a breath, he toyed with the ends of your panties.

he pushed you up so he had more access to your chest. he pulled down your bra straps and moved your bra down to your waist. he kissed your exposed breast, focusing on one with his mouth and the other with his hand. his tongue flicked over your nipple rapidly. “mmm” you purred while you threw your head back while your hands are on his shoulders. his hand played with your breast, gently squeezing it. you pushed yourself from him. “what’s wrong?”

“let me please you” you smiled. “but-“ you shut him up with a sensual kiss then moved down on his body, leaving love marks on his neck and chest. listening to the hums he gave in response.

“i’m gonna need to cover those up before i go.” he smiles while rubbing the side of your face with his thumb. you played with the waistband of his boxers and rubbed him through the fabric.

hesitant, you slowly remove his boxers, revealing his semi-hard cock. he exhaled softly, bracing himself. “is this okay?” you looked at him through your eyelashes. “yeah baby.” he whispered in a low voice. you began stroking his length, preparing both you and him. your lips parted around him, austin couldn’t help but bite his bottom lip, lightly tugging at your hair. you swirled your tongue around his head. he moaned softly in response to your actions. “so good” he breathed.

you hollowed your cheeks and made eye contact with you. austin could barely keep his mind straight, as much as he wanted to look at you, it felt too good to maintain eye contact.

“y/n- i’m… please keep going.” he groaned, keeping his hand lightly on your head, still pulling at your hair. he bucked his hips up causing you to gag a little. “sorry…” “don’t worry bout it baby. i know that im making you feel good.” you placed his cock back in your mouth. using your hands and mouth. “fuck baby~” he gripped your hair tighter and pushed your head down as his warm essence flowed down your throat.

“shit.” he breathed. “lay on your back.” he demanded. you listened and laid down. “i don’t even wanna remove these. they look so pretty on your body.” he smirked, he carefully removed your lace panties and put them off to the side.

“so pretty…” he said lowly. he kissed your thighs and moved inwards from there. his lips finally met your folds, he glided his tongue up your slit and sucked on your clit. you gasped, you didn’t know what to do with your hands. you put one of your hands through his hair and bit your finger on the other.

he traced your slit with his finger, he slowly placed his finger inside you. your back arched and you grabbed the sheets. he held your hips down with one hand as he used the other to finger you. you moaned from the pained pleasure. “g’faster.” you plead to austin. “you sure angel?” “mhm.” you nodded your head quickly.

he went faster, he added a second finger, as well as going back to swirling and sucking on your bud. he hummed on your pussy, sending a vibration up your body.

he removed his mouth and switched the fingers he was using from pointer and middle to middle and ring finger. “please keep going aus… i’m… s’close.”

his fingers went faster, your eyes were closed shut tight. “aus.” everything suddenly stopped, no more pleasure, no more pain, just a remain of pent up need for austin. “why’d… why’d you stop” you panted. “i don’t want you to cum yet…”

he positioned himself in front of you, he spit on his hand and stroked himself a few times. he massaged your slit with his tip before slowly inserting himself inside of you. it was a slight burn feeling when he fit all of his length inside you.

he rocked his hips, going in and out of you. he set the pace, trying his best not to hurt you. you were still very sensitive. once you got used to the pain, it melted into pleasure.

austin began to pick up the pace, grinding a little more harder into you. hitting your g-spot just right. austin put his head in the crook of your neck. you scratched his back, he was hitting all the right spots that he knew drove you insane. “right there… please go… fas-ter.” your thoughts were scattered, he did as requested.

your hands grabbed his arms, unintentionally pushing his arms back making his arms slide. he got your hands off of him and restrained your hands by pinning them down on the bed.

your walls clenched around austin and you started seeing stars. austin started placing hickeys on your neck while thrusting faster and deeper into you. “you’re doing so good… taking me… so well.” he softly spoke in your ear, his praise was like music.

“it feels so good.” you slurred your words, trying to gain eyesight once again. “yeah?” he smirked against your skin. he barely removed himself out of you, he continuously rolled his hips against you. more mumbled curses and pleads fell from your lips.

“i can’t- im gonna come…” “go ahead baby.” he said. just like that a wave of bliss rushed over you. it was all over, for about 15 seconds.

austin buried his face in between your thighs in a matter of seconds.

“aus- what are you-“ your words were cut off by a choked moan. “you just taste s’good” he mumbled on your heat. your eyes rolled back as you jolted your hips up and grabbed his hair. you felt your stomach tight and warm salty tears ran down your face, as you dissolved into your next climax. “you’re such a good girl…” austin kissed your face.

your breath was heavy, he kissed your forehead. “i love you so much.”

“love you too, aus.”

[fxntxsix]

The Agreement (Austin Butler x Producer!Reader)

Okiiii here we go - my first smut. This was an experience whew. Okay, a few things. Firstly, I’ve chosen to fuck around with the age timeline here a bit. So, although I don’t mention it directly Austin is 30 here. Also, this has the potential to have a few more parts, not many, but a few so let me know if you’d be interested. Ans yes, yes I do suck at making GIFs but it is what it is. I need to extend my gratitude to @eu-whoria for all the smut writing tips thank yewwwww. Also, special mention to @presleysnotes my new bestie, here’s your homework reward.

Feedback is appreciated but please be gentle lmao. Other than that let me know if I’ve made any grammatical errors or any of that. And my requests are always open!

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT NUT!!! swearing, smoking, drinking, sub!Austin x dom!reader, morally grey subject matter, tiny bit of blood, handcuffs, blindfold, mentions of Brad Pitt (I think that’s it please let me know if I missed any!)

Word Count: 3806

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Austin knew it was wrong, but he had been desperate. After dedicating basically his entire life to acting and still not catching a big break, he felt helpless. So, he did whatever it took to propel his career to stardom. He knew he was talented, hardworking and attractive, he just needed the right connection. It just so happened that you were that right connection.

Three years after your initial meeting, he was finally posing on the Cannes red carpet for the ‘Elvis’ premier. With you next to him.

Three Years Ago

It had been a long and gruelling day for you and it was only 5:30 in the evening. As a producer at Warner Bros., you spent the majority of your days in meetings with old men (they preferred the term ‘investors’ apparently) who thought you were nothing more than a pretty face although you had proven them wrong repeatedly by putting out blockbuster after blockbuster. You were a businesswoman, one at the top of her fucking game.

Today, you had spent the last two hours in a conference room trying to work through details for an upcoming Elvis biopic. The project had been approved by the higher ups and you were given free reign for the creative as well as business decisions for the film. But the ‘investors’ were under a misguided impression that they had a say in any of these decisions. The only thing they had agreed on so far was the involvement of Baz Luhrmann as the director. Other than that, all your ideas for the script, cast, crew, promo structure etc. were met with push back and bogus objections.

Your patience and sanity were hanging by a thread so naturally you lost it when your secretary decided to barge in and let you know that you were getting late for a social appointment, “Goddamn it, Jack! How many times have I told you not to disturb me during a meeting unless someone was fucking dying. Get out of my sight before I throw something at you.”

Okay so you had a temper, but you had earned it. You had worked your ass of since you were 19 to reach where you were. It paid off too, you were Warner Bros.’ youngest producer at only 26. Anyway, as Jack scurried out of the room you decided to remind the ‘investors’ who was really in charge.

You put your hands on the conference table to lean forward and say very quietly, “Now, I want to make sure everyone understands this - I don’t give a rat’s ass about who you are or how you reached this table but I know my job better than anyone else in this industry. I make the decisions here, not you. Everything I tell you from here on out about this project is just me being courteous and it is most definitely not up for two hour long discussions. Is that fucking clear?”

You stared them down as some of them slowly gulped and others nodded their heads. You straightened up and walked out of the room, oozing with confidence. When you got closer to your office, you caught site of Jack sniffling and dabbing his eyes. You rolled your eyes at the unprofessional display of sensitivity. I mean you weren’t even that mean.

“Make sure the car is ready to leave in 20 and for God’s sake clean yourself up.”

Being one of the most influential people at Warner Bros. came with a few advantages. Such as having a stretch limo at your disposal, an en suite bathroom in your office and also a personal stylist made available to you for social events like the one you were currently headed to. Your stylist, Marie, was more like you in the sense that she was one of the few capable people around who knew their job and stuck to it. This helped create a bond between the two of you, despite an age gap of almost a decade. Tonight, she chose to put you in a dress that made you feel so confident that you remember thinking to yourself, “Woah, I’d fuck me.”

Today’s social event was less of an ‘event’ and more of a party being hosted by your dear friend, Brad Pitt. He was currently in the pre-production phase of the new Quentin Tarantino film, a role he got after he asked you to call up Quentin and make a recommendation. It was just simple business.

When you finally reached his house and rung the bell, the door swung open to a slightly wobbly Brad, “Y/NNNNN! So glad you could make it. Come on in, I’ve got some people who’ve been dying to meet ya.” So, he took you around the room and introduced you as ‘the big shot producer.’ You watched people’s expression change from disinterest to admiration. 

It was common for people to change their behaviour around you in the hopes that you would take notice and cast them in one of your films. Unfortunately, it didn’t work that way but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the special treatment. It made you feel powerful and in control.

“You’re an awful host, Pitt. I’ve been here for like 20 minutes now and you haven’t even offered me a drink, yet. I am seriously not in the mood for anymore work talk for the rest of the night. It’s been a long day as it is.”

“Oh shit, sorry, my bad. But you just gotta meet one last person then you can get as wasted as you want. Y/N this kid’s work ethic is fucking insane and he has so much raw talent. He got me kinda jealous for a minute but I couldn’t even bring myself to hate him. He’s gonna be working on the new Quentin Tarantino.” His eyes scanned the room for only a second before raising his hand and yelling, “Yo Butler! Austin! Come here a second.”

You watched the head of jet black hair perk up and turn around. The closer he came, the more you realised that you had never seen a man as beautiful as him. He belonged in a fucking art museum. But, you had a reputation to maintain, so instead of blushing when you made eye contact with his electric blue eyes, you stood up with you head high. You made sure your dress was fanned out to show the thigh high slit and arched your back just a little to do your boobs a favour.

“Mr. Pitt,” he gave Brad a firm handshake, “Fantastic party, sir.”

In that moment, you were sure you had experienced your first ever eargasm.

“How many times do I gotta tell ya to just call me ‘Brad.’ Anyway, it’s alright you’ll get it right someday.” You watched the brunette’s eyes sparkle like a fucking Disney prince when he smiled at Brad’s comment. “I’d like to introduce you to Y/N L/N. She’s the producer at Warner and I believe she’s had a long day so get her a drink, kid.”

You had extended your hand for a handshake but he tenderly brought your hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles - all gentlemen like, “Austin Butler. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” Something absolutely feral stirred in you at the title he had used.

You were quick to pull your hand back and say, “Well, aren’t you sweet?”

His cheeks flushed with the most enchanting blush you had ever seen. Your mind immediately thought about how that pretty pink colour would probably extend to his chest as you ride hi-

“What would you like to drink?” You could have imagined it, but you thought you saw his eyes flick down to your wine coloured lips for a brief moment. Once you told him what you wanted, he walked away from you to get it and you found yourself ogling his ass in those dress pants. As he walked back to you with the drinks in his hand, you could feel his eyes drinking you in from head to toe and this time you knew you hadn’t imagined it.

After a few minutes of small talk and drinking you could finally feel the stress of the day catching up with you and the knots in you shoulder screamed for a cigarette. “I’m just going to step out for a quick smoke,” you announced.

“Let me get you another drink and I’ll join you...i-if that’s okay I mean?” he fumbled over his words. You nodded your head to indicate that it was, in fact, okay.

You slipped out into the empty balcony and opened your clutch finding your cigarette pack. You took one out and put it between your lips and started looking for a lighter but you couldn’t see it. For fuck’s sake, you were going to strangle Jack, he was responsible for prepping your clutch.

Just when you were about to give up, you heard a click and looked up. Austin stood in front of you with his lighter flared up and said in his velvety low voice, “Allow me, ma’am.” So you took a step closer to him, perhaps closer than you need to be, and leaned in cupping the flame with your hand as you stayed still for a second to let the tip of the cigarette catch the flame. Then, you took a long drag and tilted your head up so that you would exhale the smoke right at him.

You heard his breath get caught in his chest. You smirked to yourself and it was only when you walked away that he exhaled. You leaned over the railing with your drink and cigarette in hand as Austin lit up his own cigarette. He walked over and leaned next to you. Close enough that both of your upper arms were touching. 

You took another drag and asked, “So, tell me Austin, why is it that I have never heard of you before?”

He was taken aback for a second, then chuckled and explained his entire career trajectory - right from his humble Disney beginnings to the latest Tarantino role. You noticed that the calibur of his roles had only increased with time but he hadn’t quite gotten to the big break. Maybe it was about time for that, you thought to yourself.

“I just feel like I’m stuck you know? Of course, I’m very grateful for everything I’ve been able to do so far but it just hasn’t been what I want it to be. It seems like such a waste but somewhere, deep down, I know that given the opportunity, I can be great.” Although he wasn’t looking at you, there was a dangerous gleam evident in his eyes. Almost like a hunger. But, it only lasted a second before he cracked a charming smile and changed the topic, returning to his formal tone, “Anyway, forget about it. I know you don’t want to talk about work tonight, ma’am.”

“You know, I think you’re older than me. You shouldn’t be calling me that,”

“Really? How old are you?”

“26″

He let out a low whistle, “Wow, you must be one of the youngest producers around.”

“The youngest ever at Warner.”

“And that’s why I will continue to call you that. It ain’t about the age. You’ve earned the respect...ma’am.”

He was still looking at the view rather than at you and something in you fluttered at his acknowledgement of your hard work. You started looking at his side profile attentively. The strong jaw, the high cheek bones, the pouty pink lips. He was star material, in fact, you were surprised that he hadn’t been picked up yet.

Suddenly, in your mildly inebriated state a thought crossed your mind and before you could stop yourself you were dragging your perfectly manicured finger across his cheek to turn his head to you, “You’re right, Austin. You can be great. I’m going to make you greater than you could ever dream. But only if you and I could come to an agreement.”

“Wh-what kind of agreement, ma’am?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it so you decided to just show him instead. You leaned up and give him a chaste lingering kiss. You felt him pull back so he could look into your eyes. Confident as ever, you held his gaze and could see the gears turning behind those dazzling blues that shone despite the low lighting of the party.

A beat later, he had moved so that your body was trapped between his and the balcony railing. One of his, rather large, hands was on your hip and the other was on your cheek pulling your lips to his.

This kiss was different. It was desperate and hungry, almost like he was trying to show you his ambition through the kiss. But it wasn’t messy, it was slow, deep, calculated. The hand on your hip had travelled down to give your ass a harsh squeeze. A little yelp parted your lips and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in and massage yours with it.

It looked like you were losing a dominance battle and you felt the need to take back some control. You moved one of your hands to give his hair a sharp tug. He let out a sinful moan against your lips and you felt him roll his hips against you. You pulled again, this time to break the kiss. You were both panting like dogs and you said, “We’re leaving.” He nodded enthusiastically.

Soon enough you guys were in the back of your stretch limo. You told the driver to take you home and put the partition between him and you up. Immediately, Austin’s hands were on you and they were everywhere. The long and deep kisses had turned into quick pecks on your lips, cheek, jaw and neck till he found the spot that made you dig your nails into his thigh. He sucked on that spot hard enough to make you mewl. You carded your hand through his hair and heard him suck in a breath.

“You like when I play with your hair, baby?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You made sure to keep that in mind for later at night. You dragged your hand from his thigh to the bulge in his pants. You just ran your fingertips over it and felt the car lurch to a stop. You were both out of the car in a flash. 

The elevator ride to your penthouse was spent making out like you were a bunch of horny teenagers. Once you were finally in your house, both of you kicked off your shoes and he looked like he was ready to attack you again. But before he could you put a hand on his chest.

“Woah boy, slow down there. We have all night. Take off your jacket and go sit on that couch. Oh, and don’t touch yourself till I’m back.”

He nodded and fast walked to the couch. Meanwhile, you sauntered over to your room and took off your dress, adjusting your lingerie underneath, silently thanking Marie for making you wear Victoria’s Secret tonight. 

You opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a few things to take with you to the living room.

You found him sitting in his all black glory, a wonderful contrast against your white couch, his legs spread, arms splayed against the back of the couch and his face was turned up to the ceiling with his eyes closed. He heard the clicking of your heels and opened his eyes.

He whispered, “Fuck,” and brought one of his hands up to tug his lower lip between his thumb and index finger. He took in the swell of your breasts and ass, feeling desperate to take the curves in his hands but, at the same time, he felt like he couldn’t move without your permission. He noticed a few things that you brought from the room kept on the coffee table.

“Did you touch yourself, baby?”

“No ma’am”

“Good boy”

Austin felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had always been the dominant one during sex with past partners. This time he felt completely at your mercy and he was loving every second of it.

You straddled his hips and kissed him, hard. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth and biting it, tugging at it so that when you let it go it made a ‘pop’ sound. You smiled to yourself when you saw the little bit of blood where you had bit his lip. You kissed him again, making sure to lick up the blood, and you felt him buck his hips up over and over again. He let out a couple of heavenly whines to let you know how bad he wanted you.

“Pleaaaase,” he whined.

“Please what baby?”

“Please need more ma’am,” bucking his hips again.

“Aw come on you can beg better than that.”

“Please please please. Need to be in you so bad, ma’am. Want you to own me, please ma’am.”

“Oh, I own you alright,” you ripped his shirt open and heard the clatter of buttons flying everywhere.

You were very slowly, almost negligibly, moving your hips in circles against him. You put your mouth next to his ear, licked the shell and said, “Now, you gotta tell me if at any point, any point at all, you want me to stop. Just the word and we’ll stop. Do you understand, baby boy?” He nodded again.

You sat back to look at his face, “No baby, I need to hear you say it.”

Your index finger ran from his bottom lip, down his chin and your nail lightly scratched his Adam’s apple. As soon as you did that, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, indicating that he swallowed harshly, “Yes ma’am, I understand.”

“Such a good boy. Put your arms behind your back.”

You pick up the silver metal handcuffs you had brought from the room and cuffed his wrists together. Then you picked up the black satin scarf from the same place, carefully folding it and tying it around his eyes as a blindfold. You felt his breathing pick up. You stood up from his lap and took in the delectable sight before you. Only wearing his black dress pants, chest heaving up and down, blindfolded, handcuffed and waiting for you.

You get down on your knees, between his legs and keep your palms on his knees. You shift a little and nuzzle your nose against his straining cock. His hips shoot up, making you smile. You decided to let him catch a break and took his pants and boxers off, discarding them to the side. His hard dick sprung up against his stomach, precum already leaking from the red tip. You touched only the tip with your middle finger to pick up the liquid bead.

“Hnghhh aahh,” 

You laughed at his reaction and cooed, “My poor baby, so desperate for me.”

You put the finger in your mouth and hummed at the taste. This time you wrapped your hand around his length and jerked him off as hard as you could. At this point he was basically screaming for you. His body thrashing around uncontrollably. The loss of sight and touch heightened every other sensation for him. But you wanted him to come while he was inside you so you stopped your actions. Grabbing the last item from the coffee table, a condom that you tore open and slid on his cock.

You stood up again and took your panties off. Once again, you straddled him and asked, “Ready?”

“Yes ma’am please wanna cum so bad.”

You lifted your hips and started taking him in inch by inch. His pink lips hung open and you just couldn’t stop yourself from kissing those lips. You had to take a second to adjust because, at this angle and with his size, he was so deep that you thought you could feel him in your gut.

You started out with grinding against him. However, as your pace got faster, your hands came up to his hair again and tugged them hard. His teeth were bared in a way that kind of reminded you of a wolf and he was grunting every time your hips came down. Soon enough you couldn’t stop the moans from tumbling out of your mouth. 

“Please ma’am need to see you. Need to look at your pretty eyes to cum.”

Your hands went around his head and undid the blindfold. There they were, those blues that had turned a few shades darker because of the intense lust. He let out a high pitched moan as your pussy clenched around him. After a couple more minutes he had planted his feet firmly on the ground and began thrusting up into you as your hips came down. You had never felt pleasure like this.

It was your turn to let out a loud, “Aaaah God- fuck Austin so good. So fucking. Good. For me.” The last few words accentuated with rough thrusts.

“Fuck ma’am, I’m close so clo- fuck bout to bust. Ple-please let me come.”

You felt right on edge too and said, “Cum baby, cum for me. Only for me.”

His hips left the couch to thrust up into you for the last time as his back arched. His head fell against the back of the couch and you could see his abs twitch every few seconds as he released into the condom. The sounds that left him pushed you over, to your end. Your forehead came in contact with his muscled shoulder as both of you spent a couple of minutes just taking in as much oxygen as you could.

He broke the silence, “Wow”

You laughed and got off his lap, throwing away the condom and using the key to unlock the handcuffs. His wrists has turned an alarming red against his otherwise pale complexion so you gave each wrist a small peck.

“Does it hurt? Should I get some ice packs?”

“Oh no I’m alright.”

“And what about your lip? Are you okay? Was it too mu-”

He stood up and cupped your cheeks with his unfairly long fingers, “I’m alright I promise. It was mind blowing. Let’s just go to bed.” His eyes shifted down and he cockily added, “Your legs are shaking.”

“Shut up”

You led him to the bedroom and both of you got in the plush bed. He pulled you to him so your head was on his chest. You let out a yawn and said, “I’m taking you to the Warner offices tomorrow.”

Austin felt his heart drop but before he could even say anything you had drifted off to sleep.

So Part 2 anyone?

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Austin is your best friend and you are a virgin and he offers to teach you everything you need to know about sex. Innocent reader 😇 says yes not knowing that this is Austin’s biggest fantasy.

Thank you for the request! ❤️

You had invited Austin over to your house which was not an usual thing for you to do, he was your best friend and the two of you were always together and your parents just loved him and trusted him enough that they didn't mind when the two of you were upstairs in your room alone together with the door closed. The two of you wouldn't do anything besides talk and just joke around with another. But over the last few months you began to develop a crush on him, just something about him was different that caused you to notice and start to have feelings for him. You would never tell him this though especially because you didn't think he'd feel the same way, he seemed to always look at you like a little sister and you also weren't as experienced as some of the girls he's been with either. So, you really thought you'd be of no interest to him.

The two of you sat side by side together on your bedroom floor, listening to music and talking, and Austin started to talk about the one girl he was seeing recently and that made you roll your eyes because of the huge crush you had on him, but then started going on about how she wasn't really his type and your raised eyebrow at him. "Oh, why is that?" you asked a bit curious wondering what his type could be. He shrugged. "She's just not. I like someone I can talk to." he said softly. "Oh, well, then she definitely wasn't the one because she had nothing to talk about anyways." you said in a snarky tone. He laughed at your words. "So you didn't like her?" he asked with a smirk. "Oh.. Well.. She.. She was okay." you said trying to hide your obvious jealousy. "Hm, you sure you weren't just jealous?" he teased. "Of her? Pftt, no!" you said nonchalantly. He nudged you gently. "Sounds like you were..." he grinned, nudging you again.

"I was not!" you exclaim, nudging him back a bit harder. He chuckled and he got close to you now and you swallowed harshly at how close his face was to yours and he had a cheeky grin on his face. "Jealoussssss." he whispered in a sing song voice. Now you trying to fight back your obvious blushing and you started playfully hitting him and he began to playfully hit you back until the two of you were rolling on top of each other, playfully swatting at one another until he was on top of you and he began to tickle you to get you to stop hitting him and you began to squirm beneath him and giggling uncontrollably. "Austin, stop it." you cried, but he continued to tickle your sides and your stomach. "Admit that you were jealous and I'll stop." he beamed. You shook your head at his words. "Uh..Uh.." you muttered, your eyes closed, so he continued with his tickling and he couldn't help but smile at the sounds of your giggles.

He decided to do something very bold, something that he secretly had been wishing to do for a long time, but never had the guts to, he leaned down, suddenly stopping his tickling and he quickly planted a kiss to your lips, which made you open your eyes so fast to his face so close to yours, you cleared your throat softly. "W-What-What was that?" you mumbled. "Hm? You mean this?" he said, stealing another kiss from your lips. You were stunned when he did it again. "Y-Yeah.." you whispered, your face becoming flustered. "I don't know... I've just always wanted to do that..." he confessed. "Oh..." you said shyly, your face so flushed you could feel the heat built up in your cheeks, he smiled at the sight of your red face, only prompting him to press several kisses to your cheeks. "Is this okay?" he asked shyly. "Y-Yes..." you said with a quiet shyness. He grinned and his lips captured yours again and now you were kissing him back and you felt his hands wrap around your waist and you jumped slightly at the feeling.

He pulled back from the kiss now, staring at you with a smile. "I've always liked you and wondered what it would be like with you.." he mumbled. "Y-You have? Wonder what would be like with me?" you asked and now your blush was permanent, not understanding what he meant by the second part of his statement. "Y'know, honey... Sex." he mumbled almost like a shy little boy. "Oh... Ohhh..." you say now realizing, you swallowed harshly again with a bit of nervousness. "A-Austin... I've never... I haven't... I'm a virgin..." you said feeling yourself wanting to hide from embarrassment after saying out loud to him. He chuckled softly. "Y/N.. I know. You're my best friend and we spend a lot of time together and not once have I seen you even speak to another guy." he said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at him playfully, now growing more curious. "Well, if we're admitting things... I like you too and I'd be lying if I said it didn't also cross my mind. But I don't know anything about sex. I wouldn't know where to begin. I'm not experienced at all like those other girls." you said softly, trying to keep yourself from blushing.

"That's alright, honey. You know, I could teach you... If you wanted?" he whispered, trying to hide his smirk because this had been a fantasy of his for a while. He constantly thought about you and the possibility of being your first, if he ever got the courage to tell you how he felt. He also didn't like the thought of you with another man. "I... Really? I don't know.." you say a bit nervously. "I wouldn't hurt you, Y/N.... You know that, right? We could take things slow." he said assuringly. You smiled at his words because you knew he meant every single one of them. You trusted him more than anyone. You took a deep breath and nodded your head slowly. “Okay.. I want to.. But what about my parents, they're right downstairs..” you mumbled with a small smile. He smiled at your words. “We’ll be quiet, I promise.” he said softly, stealing another kiss from your lips before he climbed off you, reaching down to grab a hold of your hands and he lifted up with him. He walked over to your bedroom door, slowly locking it and you stood there, nervously fumbling with your hands as you watched him. 

The music still playing quietly in the background as he slowly made his way back over to you, leading you over to sit on your bed, the both of you sat down together and he grabbed a hold of one of your hands and he could feel it shaking in his, which he thought was quite cute how nervous you were. He pulled his hand away and reached up to cup your face with it gently, the pad of his thumb brushing against your cheek as his eyes stared into yours. “It’s okay, baby. We’ll just start with some kissing.” he whispered. You couldn’t help but practically melt into his touch as you stared into his beautiful ocean blue eyes, nodding at every word that left his mouth, completely in a trance because of him, doing your best to not be nervous. You watched as he leaned into you and suddenly your lips were touching once again and the two of you slowly kissed one another, and he slipped his other arm around your waist as he kept his hand against your cheek and he pulled you closer to him, his hand tightening around your frame as the kiss between the two of you deepened until the two of you ended up in a full blown make-out session. 

By this point he had you lying down on the bed and he was hovering right above you, kissing and sucking on your neck, your hands resting at his sides, tugging at his shirt as you let out soft sounds that you found so embarrassing. He kept his hands respectfully at your waist but they were beginning to become curious and wander along the curves of your body, squeezing, groping gently over your clothes. He lifted his head from your neck to look at you. “Is this okay?” he asked softly. You nodded your head swiftly, not wanting him to stop. As soon as he got his answer, he continued to kiss your neck and now his hands were moving underneath your shirt, as soon as you felt his hands touch your skin you gasped and shivered at the very touch of him. 

He smirked at your cute innocent sounds, which only turned him on more, he reached for one of your hands and guided it down to his pants, placing it over his crotch where his cock was already hard for you. “Mm, you feel that, baby? That’s what you do to me.” He mumbled. You blushed so hard when you felt his bulge, a part of you so nervous because you knew that it would be inside of you soon. He pressed several kisses to your face. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you what to do with that soon.“ he grinned. You felt like such a little girl because how inexperienced you were and how new this all was but also the feelings you were beginning to feel especially between your legs. When he started to take off your clothes, you grew a bit hesitate at first trying to stop him because the thought of being naked in front of him made you shy. He raised an eyebrow when you stopped him. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. “Oh.. no, I just.. I’m a little shy..” you mumbled. He laughed softly. “You’re beautiful. You’ve got nothing to be shy about around me.” he said, kissing your cheek. You couldn’t help but blush at his words and you took a deep breath and decided to help him take your clothes off. 

One by one articles of clothing were landing on your bedroom floor until you were just laying in your panties beneath him, trying your best to not be shy about it especially when you saw his eyes lit up at the sight of you, staring you up and down, his hands running over your half naked body slowly taking every inch of you in. “Beautiful..” he beamed. “Thank you..” you whispered as you playfully, tugging at his shirt wanting him to undress now so you didn’t feel so alone, he noticed your light tugs and he chuckled softly,  prompting him to start removing his clothes so that he was just in his boxers, you chewed on your bottom lip looking over his body, raising your hands up to his chest to running them up and down his chest and abdomen, he smirked as he watched you and then he pressed his body against yours, coming his fingers through your hair and giving your lips soft kisses. “I promise I’ll be real gentle with you, baby. It’s gonna hurt... But it’s only for a moment. But if you want to stop at any point, just tell me.” he said assuringly. “O-Okay, Austin...” you said nervously. “But let me get you to relax and loosen up a bit.” he chuckled, kissing down your neck, leaving a soft trial of kisses from your chest to your abdomen and stopping right above your panty line, glancing up at you with a sly grin on his face. 

You squirmed a bit when he was between your legs, covering your face with your hands because you couldn’t stop blushing now. “Austinnnn...” you whined. He started to laugh softly at you, thinking it was the cutest thing and then he began to press small kisses to both of your thighs, but couldn’t take his eyes off the thing he wanted the most and his hands moved to brush over your panties, his fingertips hooking between the hem of your panties, inhaled sharply as you watched him, his little teasing only furthering your arousal, your slick slowly pooling out of you and he smirked when he noticed the little stain that was appearing on your panties, he licked his lips at the very sight, he was so turned on even more so because you were wet for him, he slowly began to slide your panties down, the moment he had slide them completely off of you, you exhaled slowly, all your nerves continuing to build and now your most private area was exposed to him and you so badly wanted to just close your legs. “Fuck... You’re so damn beautiful.” he mumbled the moment he had his eyes on your pussy. You couldn’t even speak at this point and your eyes just continued to watch him and seeing how taken he was with the sight of you and your body. He had such a look of hunger in his eyes. 

“I-I’m just gonna touch you a little bit, baby. Is that okay? It’s just to get you comfortable.” he said softly. You nodded slowly at his words. “Yes... O-Okay...” you mumbled. He smirked, kissing up your right thigh slowly as he moved one of his hands between your legs, he took two of his fingers and slid them in between your folds, your slick coating his fingers and a groaned escaped him immediately at the feeling. “Damn, baby.. You’re already so wet for me. Horny girl..” he laughed softly. You let out a soft whimper at the feeling your lower body squirming sightly as he rubbed his fingers up and down your wet folds, swirling his fingers around your sensitive clit, your body jolted at the unusual but amazing feeling, you were already being overcome with so many differently feelings now. Austin was so turned on and just wanting you so bad, but he knew he had to take things slow, but the way your pussy soaked his fingers, he needed to taste you. 

You assumed that he was going to tell you everything that he was doing but before you even knew what was happening his warm mouth was wrapped around your clit, his tongue swirling firmly against it as he sucked on it gently, slurping up your wetness. The sounds that left your mouth were something you’d never heard before, your legs slightly closing around him, your toes curling and your moans leaving you softly having to remember your parents were just downstairs, this new sensation and feeling was so overpowering that it felt like the room was spinning. “A-Austin...” you whimpered cutely, soft gasps escaping you, his mouth felt amazing. His hands wrapped around your thighs, squeezing them tight in his hands as he continued to suck on your clit and he groaned out against you, his spit gathering and mixing with your sweet juices, there was no stopping him now, he was eating you out like a man starved. His plan to get you comfortable and relaxed was working more than he realized, because it was your first time and you were so overcome with emotions and you weren't use to these kinds of feelings, your body was reacting in a way that you weren’t familiar with but your moans were groaning louder and now you covered your mouth to keep quiet. 

You didn’t know that you were about to have an orgasm, but Austin knew, he could tell by the way your body was reacting and the way you were trembling beneath him and he could hear your breathing was heavily, which only made him continue to eat you out, thinking of it as a challenge to try to get you to cum twice for him once he eventually fucked you. He flicked your clit between his tongue, sucking even harder as he buried his face into your pussy. Now you reached a hand down to tug at his hair, your fingers tangling within his blonde hair, your thighs squeezing around him, your other hand still planted across your mouth trying to hold back your loud moans, your eyes rolling back and you cried out his name against your hand until suddenly the most euphoric, blissful, and earth shattering feeling washed over your entire body, the waves crashing to shore as you reached your very first orgasm, feeling an unusual liquid pooling out of you, you didn’t realize you had came for the first time. 

Austin couldn’t get enough now as he licked up your sweet juices, tasting every bit of you until he finally decided to come up for air, licking his lips with a smirk as he looked up at you and seeing how shaken up and in shock that you were, but also the slight glow you were wearing now. “Mm... You taste so good, baby.” he chuckled, as he sat up now and climbed back on top of you. You were still unable to comprehend what just happened and Austin didn’t give you a moment to reflect because he was already kissing your lips, making you taste yourself on his lips, he was so horny now and ready to just fuck you. He was kissing your cheek and groaning softly, pressing his hips against yours so you could feel his hard cock against you through his boxers. “A-Austin... Wait..” you mumbled, resting your hands on his shoulders. “What’s wrong, baby?” he mumbled, pulling back to look at you. “I-I don’t know if I can do that again.. That was... wow.” you said in an airy tone. He laughed softly, shaking his head at you, bringing his hand up to caress your face. “That’s a good thing, honey. You had an orgasm. It’ll feel even better the second time around. I promise.” he teased. 

“Oh.. R-Really?” you asked curious. “Mhm, we haven’t gotten to the best part yet, baby. Do you still wanna stop?” he asked, hoping that you’d say no because of how much he needed a release now. You took a moment to think about it now and you did love the feeling you had when you orgasmed. You felt like you were on cloud 9, so you shook your head with a smile. “No, I wanna keep going.” you say eagerly. He chuckled, kissing your lips softly. “Mmm, good because I want you so bad.” he mumbled, burying his face into your neck and nibbling softly at your soft skin, grinding his hips slowly against your own, so badly just wanting to fuck you. You were gigging softly at his words and ticking kisses, running your hands up and down his back gently. “I’m.. I’m ready, I want you inside of me, Austin.” you whispered into his ear. That’s all he needed to hear, he reached down to tug his boxers down and you felt his cock slap against your thigh the moment it sprang out. You bit down on your bottom lip at the feeling of it. It felt so big and you glanced down to catch a small peek at it, and you gasped softly at the sight of him. He was so big and now you were worried that he’d be too much for you or that you wouldn’t be able to take him. 

“I promise I’m going to be very gentle. It’ll probably take a bit for you to adjust to me, but it’ll feel good.” he whispered in your ear. You nodded at his words, excited but so nervous that this was happening but it felt like a dream that it was happening with Austin. The only guy you’ve ever cared for and had the biggest crush on. It felt just right. You held onto him as you watched him, reached down and wrap his hand around his cock, brushing it teasingly against your pussy, he let out a soft groan. He had gotten you to relax a bit for him and he was hoping with helping you reach an orgasm that your body would be more accepting of him once he was inside. He teased your entrance just a bit, slowly sliding just the head of his cock inside of you, you whimpered softly at the unusual feeling, but it wasn't too bad. He let out a soft groan, checking on you and once he seen that you were still okay, he slowly inched himself inside of you further and you felt your body react and jolt sightly, soft whimpers leaving you because of the pain. He kissed your lips softly to try to muffle your whimpers. “I’m almost inside, baby.. It’s okay.” he groaned softly against your lips. Your eyes shut tight as you nodded at his words, grasping onto him tighter. 

Austin thrusted his hips forward once more at a slow pace until his cock inched inside of you completely, he let out a loud groan. “Fuck.. Fuck.. You’re so tight..” he mumbled. You winced in pain and now you were whimpering louder, shaking a bit beneath him, it was so painful but you didn’t want him to stop, your arms were completely wrapped around him. “Shhh.. I know it hurts.. But you gotta stay quiet, baby.” he whispered trying his best to choke back his groans because of how good you feel around him. He slowly started to rock his hips back and forward against you, his cock pumping very slowly inside of you, feeling your walls gradually adjusting and stretching out for him, he pursed his lips trying to hold back the loud noises that wanted to escape him. You were exhaling softly, small moans emitting from your lips as your body began to adjust to this new experience, you continued to cling to him burying your face into his neck. “T-There you go, opening up nicely for me, baby... Like a good girl.” he whispered in your ear. Once he felt you were ready he began to move more steadily inside of you, pumping and thrusting his cock in further, finding a good rhythm now. 

The two to of you moaning against each other necks trying to keep quiet, your legs wrapping around his waist as your bodies slide up and down against one another, now you could feel his cock deep inside of you, the pain had somehow disappeared and it was pure pleasure, it felt better than anything you’ve ever experienced, you always imagined what your first time would be like but you never imagined who it would with but Austin being your first made it even more special. He movements began to quicken as he began to get lost and lose a bit of control within his own pleasure, slamming his hips against your own the swifter his movements became and you let out a soft gasp at the feeling, you started to moan his name quietly. Austin wasn’t sure how long he was going to last as each thrusted only pushed him further to his climax, this was all he ever dreamed of, his biggest fantasy teaching you about sex and taking your virginity, which only made his feelings for you crazier. Hearing your cute little moans in his ear each time his cock pumped inside of you deeper, faster, made him lose more of his control wanting to hear more and now he was being rough,  slamming himself inside of you, forcing you to take him deep. Your bodies slamming against one another as your noises began to fill the room, forgetting that your parents were downstairs. 

“Fuck.. Y/N..” he grunted as he continued to fuck you with such passion, wanting to make you orgasm again, cum for him again, he wanted to cum for you, but had planned on finish on you instead of inside of you as a way of showing you that this made you his and his only. His name only growing louder as it left your lips and the two of you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on, you had already came and so were already so stimulated and turned on and your body was weak from the amazing feeling you felt. “Y/N... Baby, I-I’m gonna cum soon... Are you close?” he mumbled out softly. You could hardly speak because that same feeling when he was eating you out was creeping back up again. “Uh huh...” you whimpered out as your body grew weak and trembling all over once again. To really push the two of you further Austin began to move at a quicker pace, the sounds of your bodies slapping together now more evident than before as he pumped faster and faster, his cock hitting your walls and you cried out his name from the pleasure and the pain of it all. There it was that same earth shattering feeling, your toes curled tight as your body clung for dear life to him as your breathing hitched became heavy against ear and you gasped loudly as your climax came crashing down hard than the first time and your moans came out shaky as you came all over his cock. 

“Oh fuck...” he moaned against your ear feeling all your juices coating his cock and he quickly reached down and pulled out of you because now his orgasm was approaching quick and he wrapped his hand around himself, pumping his big throbbing cock above you, you watched him with such delight still recovering from your second orgasm. “G-Gotta nice surprise for you, baby... This makes you mine, honey.” he groaned loudly, stroking the head of his cock. “C’mere, baby, I-I’ll give you a little lesson on sucking me off.” he moaned. You sat up and positioned yourself in front of his cock. “Open your mouth and wrap those beautiful lips around my cock. Just like sucking on a lollipop...” he groaned. You listened to his words, nodding and opening your mouth for him and slowly wrapping your lips around his red tip that was throbbing, you could taste his precum that coated your tongue and he let out shaky exhale as his body tensed up. You started to suck very slowly, swirling tongue around his tip, staring up at him innocently as you tried to pretend his cock was a lollipop, letting out cute little noises around him. “Fuck...  Just like that.. You’re doing so good, baby...” he moaned, watching your pretty doe eyes staring up at him. 

“Shit.. I’m g-gonna cum, baby.. Lay back down...” he ordered as he could hardly speak now. You released his cock from your mouth, licking your lips and giggling cutely as you laid back down for him, he started stroking himself again using your bit of saliva that coated his cock, his moans louder as his breathing grew heavy, tilting his head back as finally reached his climax and suddenly the white sticky liquid began to spurt out of his cock onto your stomach and breasts and a bit of it dripping down onto your bed sheets, you chewed your bottom lip and small moan escaped you at the beautiful sight of him finishing on you. Somehow that turned you on so much it was the dirtiness of it all. You watched as he collapsed beside you, breathing deeply as he tried to catch his breath. You were curious as to what his cum tasted like and so you dripped two of your fingers in his mess and now he was staring over at you with an eyebrow raised, watching as you took those two fingers into your mouth, sucking him off your fingers, he was smirking at you. 

“How’s it taste, baby?” he mumbled. “Yummy.. D-Did I do a good job?” you whispered, curious about how well you did. He chuckled softly, leaning over to kiss your lips, nodding. “You did, baby. You were amazing. I’ve got some other things to teach you, but we’ll save that for another day. Now, come here.” he said softly, he gestured for you to cuddle beside him. You were a bit hesitate because you were covered in his cum. “But.. I’m a mess..” you whispered. “I don’t care, get over here.” he said with a laugh, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against him, his cum now smearing against him. You smiled up at him as you snuggled into him, letting out a soft happy sigh trying to hide the fact that you were absolutely screaming on the inside of happiness because of what the two of you just did together. 

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I hope I did your request justice! 

[emmymaehereeeeee]

Birthday sex for the birthday girl. Austin Butler

i gotchu bby- here is my bday gift to you :)

warnings: oral f receiving, breeding kink

The night had slowly dwindled to a close, Austin and you stood at the doorway bidding your guests a goodbye. Austin closed the door behind the last one giving them a friendly wave. “Finally.” He huffed

You furrowed your eyebrows at his comment, “What do you mean finally? I was having fun!” Austin made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lowering his face so that he was making eye contact with you. Seemingly ignoring your question he eyed the table full of gifts, “You like your gifts?” He asked, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your cheek. You nodded in response, gazing at the table of gifts, each one adorned with your name.

Not trying to be rude you turned to Austin, “Where’s yours?” You asked, looking up at his face. Austin simply smiled, giving you a devilish look. “Let’s go upstairs.” He all but whispered into your ear, you felt the heat in your face. Austin chuckled at you. “What little bit flustered now are you?”

You broke the imminent stare he held with you, “No, not flustered.” He grabbed your hand and led you up the staircase. The heat between your legs was growing to become more prominent as you allowed your mind to run rampant with lustful thoughts. Austin pushed the bedroom door open and you instinctively made your way to the edge of the bed. Your eyes looked over at the unmade bed, remembering the remnants of your early morning spent together. Running your hand along the comforter in an attempt to smooth it out Austin shut the door behind him. His eyes were locked on you, your stomach turned not out of fear but of anticipation. Austin made his way over to you and reached out his hand to you. You quickly accepted it, he pulled you from your seat. “Hm, such a pretty little thing. Why don’t you slip of your panties for me, let me get started on your present?” He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your panties were soon discarded and on the floor, Austin pushed you back on to the bed, “Move up for me, all the way, want your back up against the headboard- atta girl.” Austin praised you, he pushed up your dress, “Look so good.” He flashed you a quick smile before opening his mouth and licking a long strip up your folds. You let out a small moan, Austin hummed against you in response. He continued to lick long stripes, soon shifting his attention to the small bundle of nerves, he placed his mouth atop and began to softly suck, your hands instantly found his hair, pushing him down onto it. He chuckled at your needy actions, lapping at your clit as you squirmed under his touch.

Teasing your clit with his tongue he slowly pushed two fingers inside of you. You gasped, “A-Aus!” The sudden wave of pleasure seemed to hit you out of nowhere, he continued to slowly pump his fingers in and out of you.

He removed his mouth from your clit to speak, “Look at you taking my fingers so well, bet you’re gonna take my cock so well, hm? Yeah?” Austin’s blue eyes stared intently into yours, you couldn’t form a coherent answer so it came out as a string of moans. “Sound so pretty moaning my name like that. Begging for me, such a good girl.” He lowered his mouth back down and continued his assault on your clit, your mind soon turned to pure bliss as your hips bucked up into Austin’s mouth.

“Please, please!” You moaned out, his tongue swirling and lapping at your heat. Your mind was sent straight into a state of pure bliss, the wave of pure pleasure came and left you with shaking legs and Austin nestled in between them. He happily lapped up the remnants of your orgasm, lifting his head up from his place. A smile plastered across it, his chin glistened with the remnants of your juices.

“Mhm, taste so good, doll.” He leaned his head on your inner thigh, gazing up at you as you attempted to catch your breath. “I ain’t done with you yet though.” He rose from his spot in between your legs and removed his shirt, he kicked off his shoes and tugged off his socks. He paused for a moment, “Might wanna take your dress of, baby girl, make this a whole lot easier. If you don’t want to then I could always tear it off of you?” He chuckled, pulling down his pants, you sat there simply taking him in. Austin tugged off his pants then pulled you to your feet, he ripped the dress off of you. “Lay down.” He growled out to you, you listened to him backing up and falling onto the bed. He pulled his underwear off causing you to bite down on your lip. He made his way over to you, climbing over your frame, “You ready, we can-“ “No, keep going.” Austin smirked at your response. He slowly pushed himself into you eliciting a small groan from his own lips. “God, so tight f’me.” He mumbled out, he had one hand on your hip and the other pinning your hands above your head. “You gonna be good and take it?” He asked, slowly moving himself in and out of your aching cunt. You nodded ferociously, he chuckled and began to pick up his pace. The way his eyes roamed your body seemed to fill you with even more pleasure. The aching pain of his firm grip on your wrists soon set in, he adjusted his grip on your hips. He lifted them ever so slightly so that he could have a better angle on you, whenever he completed this he began to rapidly increase his once slow and mundane pace. “Taking my cock so well, look at you, so fucking cock drunk. You fucking need me don’t you?” He growled lowly into your ear, you let out a loud cry. “Yes fuck! Please, need you need you!” You continuously babbled, Austin slammed into your needy cunt harder.

“Gonna make you feel so good, doll. Gonna make sure you’re all mine.” He let go of your wrist and placed both hands on your hips, he pulled them close to him and began to feverishly thrust into. His actions seemed almost animalistic, but you didn’t seem to care. “Please! God fuck!” You screamed out.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good. You want me to fill you up? Wanna carry my babies around?” Austin groaned into your ear, you tongue felt heavy in your own mouth. You nodded, “Fucking say it. Tell me how much you need me.” He growled out.

“Please Austin! Need your cum! Need it, FUCK PLEASE!” You begged him, your words sent both him and you over the edge. The feeling of him bottoming out inside of you left you in utter bliss. “Shit, hah.” Austin grunted out, thrusting into you a few more times. He stayed there for a moment, gazing down upon you, sweat glistened off of your chest. “You alright?” He asked, lowering himself down to kiss your lips.

“M alright, I’m alright.” You mumbled out. Austin slowly pulled himself out of you, he moved over to the side of you. The two of you sat in the silence for a moment, Austin soon left the bed and headed for the bathroom, you presumed he was using the restroom. But when he came back with a damp towel you were confused, “Gotta clean up.” He mumbled, gently wiping away some of the cum that had begun to run down your inner legs. After cleaning the two of you up, he went to the dresser drawer and pulled out some clothes. He handed you yours and you got dressed & he did the same. When he finished getting dressed he picked up the clothes that had since been long forgotten and put them in the hamper. “Mmm cuddles?” You asked, already snuggled deep into the blankets. Austin smiled and pulled the covers up and pulled you in close. “Of course cuddles.” He pressed a kiss to your hair and slowly rubbed your back. “Happy Birthday, doll.”

[touchmetouchmetouchme]

The Damn Lipstick Kiss || Austin!Elvis x Reader

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x f!reader

Words count: 864… really short, sorry. (But it's just a sneak peak, and a short blurb.)

Summary: You and this stranger had these little interactions every Friday, at the same club. It was almost religious the way you two were committed to it, but Elvis was dying to have more. And you'd have been lying if you said you weren't, too.

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing. Sexual tension, idk??? Maybe the next chapter, if I do write it, will probably include explicit smut.

A/N: Just saying this is more like a blurb that happened after I read a couple of Elvis and Austin!Elvis fanfiction, I really have to watch the film. And I do plan to write more about this universe because I really enjoy the ideas I had. And also, English is not my first language so I'm really sorry if there's any mistakes, or sentences and expressions that don't make much sense, you can always tell and I'll fix it. I'm still perfecting my English soo… and sorry if my writing sucks haha

From the balcony of the bar you had the privileged view of the entry of the club, even though you were well-hidden to anyone who entered the place. It was your little secret place and it gave you such an advantage over your favourite raven stranger, who wouldn't see you and couldn't do any of his tricks, like start kissing your neck before announcing himself. Which happened once and you almost hit him because you thought it was some random creep assaulting you.

It was odd, what you two had. These little provocative interactions on Fridays, but it was so fun and entertaining. Even though you both didn't pass from kisses on the neck and touches in inappropriate places, nothing too rough. But you loved to see him squirm with the little things you did. So did him.

You were normally the one to provoke and tease, but he found the perfect thing to provoke you about. 

His name.

You were dying to know his name, maybe because you couldn't figure it out by yourself, since no name you thought fit him properly.

And when you asked his name, he only said, "I'll tell ya, darlin. But only if ya kiss me." And just left. 

Just. Fucking. Left.

The only thing you could think about all week before Friday came, was him. And how to provoke him more than he did. 

And after thinking, you found the perfect thing. The thing that he wanted just as much as you wanted to know his name.

Your kiss.

While you leisurely drank your drink, He arrived. The perfect black hair falling a bit on his face, the stylish clothes and the so-sure-of-himself walk. 

His eyes brushed the room, looking for you. You grinned while he sat on a table, his back facing you. Perfect.

You finished your drink in one go, before walking to him, quietly and slowly. Even though the music of the place did a good job hiding the sound of your heels on the floor.

When you got pretty close to him, you leaned down, your breath in his neck, where you kissed softly. Your hands went to his shoulders, where you brushed and caressed as your lips mistreated his throat.

"Y/N." He let out, almost a moan; making you grin in his skin. 

One of your hands went to the pocket of your jacket, taking out a napkin and you kissed it, leaving a mark of your red lipstick. 

"What is it, love?" You asked, faking innocence. And then you bit his skin lightly, finally gaining a groan of him.

His hand went up to your hand on his upper arm, which he squeezed tightly. "Y/N." He repeated, almost like your name was a prayer. He turned his head, making eye contact with you.

You stood up, going to his front, so he could see you entirely. You gently settled the napkin on his lap before giving his shoulder a light squeeze.

You bit your lip as he looked at you curiously, his gaze dropping to your lips as you flashed him with a flirtatious smile.

Some bigger boldness flashed in your body and you couldn't but grip his chin gently, making him slowly look up to your eyes, your faces just a few inches away. 

Your smile grew even bigger when you saw him swallow hard as his gaze roamed over your body. Your hands slipped to his jaw and neck from his chin, caressing his cheek with your thumb. You leaned in just a little bit, and he did it too, lips so close that they almost touched.

He stared right into your eyes, the look on his face begging you for so many things at the same time. 

Then his mouth did it, "Please."

Please for you to touch him properly, please for you to kiss him, please for you to fuck him that night. And, God, you wanted it so fucking bad.

But you didn't. 

Instead, you placed a soft peck on his forehead, tapped on the napkin on his lap, almost touching his crotch and turned heel.

Just walked away, giving him the perfect view of your hips swinging in the rhythm of the music of the club.

And when you were almost at the exit door when you glanced at his table again soon enough to catch him reading the napkin. He sighed after saying what you presumed it was a 'fuck' and rested his back on the chair, breathing heavily. 

You giggled while pushing the door, seeing his look come to you again and you sent him a wink right before leaving the place.

He glanced at the napkin that was on his lap once more. Which said: "A kiss from a pretty girl." With that damn lipstick kiss on it.

He took it in his hands, staring at it. Then he flipped it, only to find the rest of the note. "Now, what's your name, stranger?"

He bit his bottom lip and exhaled slowly, driving himself to the image of you, the perfect sexy you. The one that could drive him mad with just a touch.

 He couldn't wait for next Friday.

[dreamingofep]

Just for You

Coming soon…🤭

[callumsgirl]

YOU CHOOSE THE TITLE ❤️

Hey FELLAS ❤️

I need your opinion and ideas! IDK which title I should choose for my next one shot....it's about Austin Butler x female reader

summary: Elizabeth is young and beautiful when she starts a bartender job at the Rough Wheel. A dimly lit bar known for its jukeboxes, pool tables and the Outlaw MC drinking and hanging around.

Elizabeth had been working at the bar for two months and had had a crush on Austin ever since she first saw him playing pool and he called her a Babydoll in a raspy, warm voice, and handed her his credit card. It only got worse from that moment on, because to say Elizabeth was inexperienced with men was an understatement. She was 21, unkissed and a virgin, and Outlaw's number two had it in for her.

Please commet down belong how you would call the one shot

[atheartbreakhotels]

Black Swan (Vamp!Austin&Leitora)

Sinopse: Quando se é uma criatura com séculos de existência é muito fácil cair na tentação da arrogante sensação de que se é inatingível. Que a invulnerabilidade do corpo se estende para as emoções também. É muito fácil achar que já se viu de tudo, desprezando a capacidade escondida em cada frágil ser humano. Levando ao chão aquela armadura aparentemente indestrutível. Colocando de joelhos até um poderoso vampiro.

“Fisicamente somos imunes praticamente a tudo, mas emocionalmente estamos completamente expostos”.

Teoria do Cisne Negro, de onde advém o título “Black Swan”: Viés psicológico que leva uma pessoa individual ou coletivamente a não ver ou não querer ver a importância decisiva de determinado evento raro no desenrolar da História.

Aviso sobre o enredo: Violência moderada e extrema, gore, conteúdo sexual de moderado a explicito, palavrões, instabilidade mental e emocional, código comportamental inerente ao século XIX, angústia, relacionamento extremamente conturbado, possivelmente perturbador e headcanon.

Aviso aos possíveis leitores: Se você é menor de 18 anos não interaja com essa história. Se você é maior e facilmente impressionável a responsabilidade de consumo é sua. Não escrevo com personagens principais originais, a leitora é o personagem principal. Não escrevo ship por isso, shippers inveterados e enrustidos são bem-vindos, desde que sejam educados e equilibrados. Alguns dos personagens secundários originais dessa história são inspirados em celebridades reais. A exemplo, Datin, que é uma personagem inspirada na atriz Cate Blanchett e outros que poderão aparecer no decorrer da história.

Masterlist:

[obsessedvibee]

Patient Love - Part 2

Missed part 1? Read it HERE!

Pairing: Austin x Evelyn (reader)

Words: 3.8k

Summary: Austin teaches Evelyn how to give a good handy and blowie.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, fingering, slight breast play, handjob, blowjob. MDNI, 18+

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Her emotions spilled over in a fit of giggles as Austin’s eyes searched her curiously, her laughter becoming contagious.

“What’s so funny?”

She shook her head, falling back onto the bed.

He laid himself next to her, propping his head up with his arm, watching her with adoring eyes. This pure young woman, now his wife, lay bare and vulnerable in his bed. She gave her everything to him, placed her life in his hands and he’d never felt more terrified. He wanted to give her the stars, lasso the moon, travel the seven seas, climb the highest mountain. Anything. He’d do anything to keep that twinkle in her eye. Reaching for her small hand in the process, he pulled it up to his mouth to nibble playfully at her fingertips. “You did so good,” he praised, his words thick with desire.

“Aus,” she giggled, gently attempting to pull her hand back, “you’re still on my fingers,” the sentence died on her tongue, her mouth slightly agape as she watched him clean her fingers of his remnants. One by one he pulled them into his mouth, the wet muscle of his tongue curling around each one. Something deep inside her stirred at the sight.

Before she could think she went in, attacking his mouth with hers, earning a small grunt of surprise from him. Her tongue made its way into his mouth, immediately tasting his salty release. His hand splayed on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. Sliding his hand over her hip, he grazed his fingers where her thighs were pressed together, encouraging her to lift her outside leg. She pulled away for a breath, “wait, I should probably pee real quick.”

He pulled himself away letting her up, his eyes watching her as she walked to the bathroom.

“You know, it’s not polite to stare at a lady,” she chided knowingly.

“‘s a good thing you’re my wife then.”

A warmth spread in her chest.

The door shut with a click.

He ran a hand over his face, his mind fuzzy with a new wave of arousal. Reaching for a tissue he cleaned himself off as best he could before getting up to straighten out the bed a bit. He wasn’t exactly a bed maker in his own apartment, but things are a bit different when your new wife is in the other room.

The sound of the shower starting caught his ears and a smile tugs at his mouth, noticing she cracked the door open. He walked cautiously into the doorway. His eyes were met with her backside to him as she reached into the shower testing the water. She turned to him as she stepped in, “you comin’?”

He stepped in behind her quickly pulling her body flush to his, pulling a small gasp from her.

He chuckled, quickly kissing her again as the water began to soak them. Reaching for the body wash off the shelf he tipped the bottle upside down drizzling the soap in his palm. Goosebumps formed over her skin in anticipation of his hands running across her body. He started at her shoulders, kneading gently, coaxing a sigh from her. He tried to not make it too obvious how much he was enjoying feeling every inch of skin beneath his fingertips.

She wasn’t fooled, nor bothered by the attention. Working a lather onto her breasts, and tweaking her nipples along the way only stirred up the burning coals of her desire for her husband once more. Moving his way down he lathered the rest of her up, leaving between her thighs for last.

“How you doin’?” He rasped, gently tilting her face up to him, the spray quickly rinsing the suds from her smaller frame.

Her green eyes sparkled at him under the bathroom light, her wet hair laying heavy on her shoulders, “so good, Aus.”

She closed the distance between them, capturing his lips in her own. Her hands began their own journey, gripping his biceps, his broad shoulders, his chest, working her way down feeling the toned muscles of his abdomen and the hair sprinkled beneath his bellybutton. She took pity on his soft cock, leaving him alone to recover.

His hands continued to creep closer to the junction between her thighs, her anticipation growing with every pass.

Craving the pressure of his hand between her thighs, she couldn't help but instinctively widen her stance. He noticed the small movement, a proud little grin spreading across his features. “You wanna go again, don’t ya?”

She could feel a pulse deep within her core, her body desperately wanting to reach that high with him again. “Yes,” she whispered.

“You don’t want me to help you, do ya?” He retracted his hand teasingly.

She shot him a glare and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing.

He turned them so his back was taking the brunt of the water. His hands tracing the curve of her waist into the globes of her behind, giving a light slap.

“Austin,” she whined, pushing into him.

“I’m coming baby, I’m coming.”

Reaching his right hand around to her front, he slipped between her thighs, carefully covering her mound, feeling her soft lips with his fingertips, his palm pressing deliciously against her clit. Dipping his finger between her warm folds, he collected her arousal, before pulling back to settle on her clit. As he gently began to play, his own cock started to flag interest.

His arm continued to work, eagerly awaiting those soft little moans he heard from her just minutes earlier when they were tangled together in the sheets.

Her hand gently covered his, pausing his movements to shift her weight, lifting her foot up onto the shelf causing a shampoo bottle to clatter to the floor. Her focus unwavering, quickly guiding Austin's fingers back into her.

And finally like a damn had broken, a quiet sigh of relief left her lips and she leaned her head back onto his sturdy chest, her hand slipping away, letting him take the reins. Feeling his length nudging her butt, she snuck her hand behind her, reaching for him. Her fingertips grazed his length before she curled her fingers around the firm shaft, earning a growl of appreciation from his chest.

His strokes on her clit stuttered when she swiped her thumb over his tip, the base of his shaft tingling. He nipped at her shoulder involuntarily needing to get out the sudden tension in his jaw.

Pulling himself together with an inhale through his teeth, his tongue swiped over the area, his hand quickly resuming its assault. His other hand came around kneading her breast. She tried keeping up with him, her hand giving small strokes to his poor throbbing length, but her attention was being pulled elsewhere, leaving his length to fend for itself.

“C’mon baby,” he coaxed her, his hand grazing her throat, grasping her chin, his thumb tugging her bottom lip from her teeth, “let it all out.”

He deliberately looked down into her eyes as he pushed a finger deep into her warm entrance making her jaw go slack with a gasp, her brow furrowing, a brief moment of anxiety covering her features expecting pain again, but that was quickly proving to be a thing of the past.

“That’s it,” he pushed into her again, gently working a second finger inside, her cries getting louder as she slowly climbed closer to the top.

Her fingernails dug into his arm as she gripped him for dear life. She involuntarily pushed into him, using her propped foot for leverage causing him to stumble back a step.

“Shit,” he chuckled.

He narrowed in focusing on rubbing at the front of her walls, desperate to feel her come around him. “You’re almost there baby girl, I can feel it,” he huffed, feeling his forearm beginning to burn. The squelching of his hand thrusting into her was sending her into her undoing.

“Austin,” she groaned, her eyes falling closed.

“Nuh uh,” he tutted, “look at me.”

Her glossy eyes looked back up at him, and he almost pathetically spurted at the sight of her. “Can you hold on a little longer for me?” He’s sure those words came straight from his dick, and maybe revealing a bit of a sadistic side, wanting to see her struggle.

He glanced down at his cock feeling a particularly strong throb at this realization. It twitched, jumping in envy of his hand, a clear string of precome leaking from the slit. God, he was an absolute mess. He was quickly brought back to more important matters when she suddenly clamped down onto his fingers, squeezing him.

“I can’t,” she moaned, unable to stop her own hand from reaching down to help ride herself through by working her clit. Her eyes rolled back as the first wave washed through her, her fingers giving the last push. Her eyes fell shut again as all conscious motor skills left her body and her instincts took over. Her hand worked vigorously, catapulting through her orgasm before she went limp, breathing heavily.

“Atta girl,” he pulled his fingers from her gently, making her twitch.

She plopped her foot down as he grasped her shoulders, steadying her on her wobbly legs.

A bit of smug pride filled his chest seeing her wobble. He was fulfilling his husbandly duties.

Reaching out with her hand she steadied herself with the railing along the shower wall, turning towards him. And what a sight he was, running a hand through his wet hair as if he was in the middle of a damn photoshoot. The water cascaded over his shoulders, running down his front, his nipples pebbled on his chest. Following downward, she couldn’t ignore his excited little friend, standing tall, a few veins littering the shaft. It gave a subtle twitch as if acknowledging the attention from her. Her tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip before bringing her eyes back up to Austin's, grazing her teeth along her lip.

His eyes were glazed over, lust and pride burning bright behind his pupils. She stepped closer reaching for his cock, grasping him lightly earning a sharp inhale at the contact. Her hand gave him a little stroke as she nibbled up his jaw to his ear, “lets dry off.”

She pulled back, releasing him from her hand, giving him a kiss as an apology and a thank you.

Shutting the water off and pushing the curtain back, they both fumbled their way out, Austin hands refusing to leave her skin. Her girlish giggles were music to his ears. Breaking away long enough to reach for a towel, they both managed to dry off a bit before she pulled away and began folding the towel. “Babe, that’s just going in the wash, what’re ya folding it for?”

“You’ll see,” she grinned, squatting down to place the neatly folded material at his feet.

He stepped back hesitantly, before the realization hit him like a freight train seeing her drop to her knees, looking expectantly up at him. His eyes widened, huffing a nervous laugh. She was truly out to kill him tonight. He stepped back closer to her, running his fingers through her hair. A warmth bloomed in his chest. “You really are making me the luckiest man alive right now, you know that?”

She flushed lightly at the compliment, bringing her eyes to face the new task ahead. He had waned a bit from the cooler air outside the shower, so his size didn’t frighten her. Not yet anyway. But putting him inside her mouth suddenly seemed a bit daunting. How did this task seem so much easier in her head earlier? Does she just go in mouth wide open? That seemed a bit aggressive for the first time. And it was all so new, what if she couldn't get him off? Nothing more humiliating than his new wife not being able to get him off. She didn't want to disappoint him. God, she was taking too long now, she should just go for it. What if she just-

“Hey,” he pulled her from her thoughts, the look of uncertainty clear on her face. He crouched down to her level, ignoring his softening cock. He didn’t care how horny he was, or how hot the sight of her on her knees looked. Her needs came first.

He placed a curled finger under her jaw making her look at him. “If we try everything tonight, what fun does that leave for the rest of our honeymoon?”

She broke his gaze, looking even more defeated, his words quickly deflected from her own feeling of letting him down. “I’m sorry, I-I don’t know what got into me, I just really wanted to please you, but then-” she hesitated.

He remained quiet, gently removing his finger from her jaw, letting her get her words out, his heart thumping in his chest.

“-but then it just hit me that I don’t know exactly what I’m doing and it was just right there in front of me,” she gestured to between his legs huffing a nervous laugh. She looked back up at him, “I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Evelyn, you could never disappoint me. How are you supposed to know what I like or what to do if I’ve never told you?”

She sighed, “I know.”

He stood back up, holding his hands out to her, helping her up. “C’mere.” pulling her into his chest in a hug, he rubbed her shoulder with his hand, comforting her. “You did far more than enough for me tonight.”

He felt her inhale deeply, the swell of her breasts pressing firmly against his chest with her breath. He willed his dick to not get any ideas. Lord help him.

She tried to stifle a yawn, but failed miserably.

“Let’s go to bed baby.”

She didn’t protest, the long events of today were finally starting to catch up with her. She didn’t exactly like leaving things on this note, but there was always tomorrow.

They both made their way back into the bedroom, reaching for some clothes.

She pulled open her underwear drawer, her fingers brushing the fabrics of a few before settling on a pair of black lace panties and an oversized tee.

A low whistle came from the other side of the room, making her roll her eyes.

Noticing he only had a new pair of briefs on, made her feel confident in her lack of shorts. They were married, having the whole house to themselves. They could run through the whole house naked for all they cared.

They both climbed into bed, their legs slotting together, her head on his chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart before slipping into a sweet sleep.

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She woke before him, carefully pulling herself out of their warm cocoon being careful to not wake him. She padded to the bathroom, freshening herself up before heading to the kitchen. She pulled out a few ingredients whipping together a little breakfast she knew he liked.

She began humming a tune that was stuck in her head, -probably one of the songs that played last night- as the eggs sizzled in the pan. She flipped them and quickly threw some bread slices in the toaster. The aroma of coffee filled her nose as it brewed.

A creak down the hall signaled that Austin was awake, and her heart quickened in anticipation.

“Good morning, baby.”

Goosebumps covered her skin as she felt his breath on her neck, his fingers grazing over the exposed skin on her ass before resting on her hips.

“Mornin,” she replied with a small giggle, turning to greet him with a kiss.

He hovered around the counter as she did the last touches to get breakfast finished, placing a plate in front of him at the breakfast bar. She stood across from him on the opposite side of the counter leaning on her elbows dipping into the fruit bowl she cut up.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked between mouthfuls.

“On and off,” she admitted, chewing a piece of pineapple slowly, the juice flooding her tastebuds. She was never any good at sleeping in a new bed, and after such an event filled day. Her mind was just starting to slow its spinning.

He nodded, soaking up the last of his egg yolk with his toast, “that was a lot to take in yesterday.”

She picked up his plate, washing it in the sink, her mind beginning to wander. She knew it was silly but she couldn’t stop thinking about last night. She felt so confident but then couldn’t follow through.

He quietly helped her, ending the task with a quick little snap of the towel at her behind. A small shriek escaped her lips quickly spinning to face him with a mock expression of horror. He grinned quickly scooping her up, her legs instinctively spreading as he carried her to the living room, sitting with her straddling his lap. He brushed some hair away from her face, studying her features. “Is it bad that I want you again already?” His hands traced the curve in her waist.

She blushed, shaking her head, biting her bottom lip.

“Good, cuz I wanna see those pretty tits of yours again.” His hands already began tugging her t-shirt over her head.

She laughed playfully, keeping her arms stiff, making him work a little.

“Don’t make me tickle you,” he threatened.

She grinned slyly, but quickly broke her demeanor when his fingers brushed her tummy, giving a little squeeze. “Okay, okay!” She shrieked, lifting her arms.

Making quick work of pulling the shirt over her head and tossing it elsewhere, he hummed in delight at the sight of her perky breasts. A small sliver of his younger self came through, suddenly reaching up to push them together creating an absurd amount of cleavage before letting them fall back into place watching them jiggle causing a small chuckle to rumble in his chest.

“Don’t laugh at me!” She quickly covered herself with her hands.

He quickly looked back up into her eyes, “babe, no- they’re cute, don’t cover up.” He gently pried her hands away, leaning up to distract her with a kiss.

“Be nice to them,” she mumbled into his mouth, his tongue quickly dominating.

She let him play to his heart's content, quickly noting Austin was definitely a boob guy. Not that this was of any surprise; she caught him eyeing her chest up on multiple occasions.

Soon enough all the clothing was shed aside from her panties. His fingers gently feeling her through the fabric.

“Aus?”

“Hmm?”

She continued rocking her hips, her hair making a curtain around her as she watched the tendons in his wrist flex as he teased her. “Can you teach me what you like?”

He paused, glancing up at her, her head lifting, her eyes searching his.

“Yea- yeah,” he stuttered, his heart skipping a beat, “sure. What were you- you mean what you wanted to do last night?”

Pushing herself back up she maneuvered herself to kneel between his legs, looking back up, “yeah.”

He swallowed thickly, “yeah, okay-, um,” he ran a hand through his hair, “let’s start with your hand, yeah?”

She brought her hand up to rest on his thigh, his own immediately reaching out to guide her to his shaft. The feel of her cool fingers touching his heated skin almost made him moan out loud. He encouraged her hand with his, slowly beginning with small strokes.

“Theres not a whole lot to it,” he started, frantically searching his blood deprived brain for the right words. “Just start with stroking for now,” he slowly let her go. “Play with the tightness of your fist, don't be afraid to squeeze a bit.”

She listened intently, lightly squeezing on her up strokes, loosening on the way down, watching the skin move over his shaft with her hand. She brought her thumb out to trace a throbbing vein.

“That’s it, baby,” he breathed, “you’re doing perfect.”

Her confidence grew with every small noise she earned from him. She quite literally had him in the palm of her hand. His manhood trusted in her fist.

His balls hung below his shaft, tempting her other hand to come out and play. Staying focused on stroking him, she gently caressed the heavy sacs, lightly rolling and squeezing.

He cursed, thrusting his hand into the pillow next to him, gripping it for dear life, trying to keep himself tame, “I think you know what to do, baby.”

She did, and she finally got out of her own head. She paused her strokes, leaning forward to open her mouth, carefully licking a stripe from the base to his tip. The sound he emitted, made her core twist with desire.

Testing the waters she held his cock up with her hand, mouthing her way up to his tip before holding her tongue out flat, tapping him onto her waiting tongue.

“Babe,” he groaned.

And then he said a word that caused a tingle to run down her spine.

“Please.”

She finally took him into her mouth, her tongue doing its best to swirl around his length.

A growl came from above her, making her core clench around nothing.

She tried moving a bit, but couldn't quite get a rhythm going, so she opted for stroking while working his tip with her mouth. Whatever she was doing was working for him. His fingers were tangled in her hair, and he gently guided her with his hand. She could feel his panting breaths on her scalp. Her tongue made contact at the little spot where his shaft met his tip at the back and he actually whimpered; a strong throb followed.

“Do that again,” he whined, another moan leaving his lips.

She quickly began flicking her tongue over his little sweet spot and, between the stroking of his hand and fondling his balls, she felt him begin to harden further.

“Ev, watch out- I’m gonna-” he grunted, “I’m gonna cum.”

She popped off him, his hand coming to guide hers to quicken her strokes.

“Tighten your grip.”

She did as she was told, her eyes flicking from his scrunched face, to his shaft awaiting the spill. And a moment later she was awarded. His cock began spurting thick white ropes of his seed, with deep grunts rumbling from his chest with every pulse. Not three, not four, but five good spurts erupted before he began to slow, the warm liquid making its way down their fingers

His hand loosened on hers, their strokes slowing before he pulled her hand off of him, flopping back into the couch.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, picking up his head to look her in the eyes. “We’ve got to do that again.”

I really do like writing for these two.. maybe there will be a part 3 one day? Let me know if y’all would like something like that.

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Congratulations on 3k bestie! I just recently started following you and I really love your work🥳🥳 can I request smut #29 “It’s not my fault you keep turning me on” with Austin Butler plz? :)

it’s not my fault you keep turning me on - austin butler

note ; thank u bestie!!! 🫶🏼 this prompt is giving very much angsty austin and it is giving for me. i just love horny austin like yes king tell me that ur suffering bc i’m so hot and then bend me over and fuck me like the whore i am what who said that

warnings ; suggestive language

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austin was your biggest fan. he was used to being made fun of by his friends, who all claimed he was obsessed with you. he was, in a way, and he relished every minute of it. everything you did piqued his interest and left him wanting more. even when he was being mocked by his boys, he would just respond with, ‘you’re just mad because my girlfriend is a smokeshow.’

that stood true for just about every scenario. if you were at the supermarket, bending over to grab someone, he would just have to grip your hips and press himself against you. if you two were at home, just relaxing after a long day, he would need to have an arm wrapped around you at all times. he had never been so attached to someone before, but he liked the way you made him feel.

even now, as you two laid out on the private beach by your home, he was eyeing the way your breasts looked in your bikini. you were indulged in a book, however, you could feel his gaze piercing through your body. you giggled to yourself, closing your book and looking over at him, “baby, you’re staring again.”

“yeah, i am,” he smirked. “and what are you gonna do about it?”

“try and ignore you so i can read my book in peace,” you teased him, and he slapped his hand over his chest as if he were offended. you rolled your eyes, still chuckling, picking up your book to continue where you left off. however, he continued to peer at you over the corner of his sunglasses. his eyes flickered between your breasts and your legs, and you sighed before closing your book again.

“austin…” you trailed off, glaring at him.

“what?!” he questioned provokingly. “it’s not my fault you keep turning me on!”

“i’m just sitting here reading a book…” you held your book up, shaking it for emphasis.

“yes, but you’re wearing that bikini,” he nearly whined, adjusting his swim trunks to accommodate his growing erection.

“alright, what can i do to get you to stop?” you crossed your arms over your chest; oblivious to you, making austin’s situation a tad worse.

“is it wrong to ask you to suck my dick?” he looked over at you with pleading eyes. you were so used to the boy’s antics that it didn’t even surprise you when he requested that.

“if it gets you to shut up, sure,” you put your book down beside you, putting your hair up in a messy ponytail. austin laid back, looking up at the sky and thanking god for his hot, hot girlfriend. 

his friends could make jokes all they wanted, but who was getting their dick sucked on a private beach?

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TCB (Austin Butler x Tattoo Artist!Reader)

Picture credits - @alina.illu (Instagram)

Aight a couple of things - I just gotta say it ain't a coincidence that the week I started posting on Tumblr is the same week I got my visa which I had been waiting 3 fucking months for so y'all really be my lucky charms. Secondly, because of the visa thing updates may be a little slow but I'm going to try my best because at this point I just feel attached to everyone here. And lastly, I'm almost at a 100 followers omg wHATTTTTTT (may do something special for my bebes when I hit 100). Now, enjoyyyyy.

Super duper special mention to @presleysnotes on this one <3

Feedback is appreciated but please be gentle lmao. Other than that let me know if I’ve made any grammatical errors or any of that. And my requests are always open!

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT NUT!!! a tattoo needle, mentions of Rami Malek, swearing, i have not proofread this (i think that's it let me know if I missed any!)

Word Count: 2115

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He had been wracking his brains for like 3 weeks now, trying to figure out the best way to commemorate his time on the set of ‘Elvis’ but no matter what he did it just didn’t special enough. Yes, he had kept a few exclusive Elvis tapes with him and a copy of the script with his annotations and notes but he needed something more memorable...permenant. This had, after all, been the role that changed his life and he wanted to do something outrageous for it.

So, he decided to brainstorm with his friend, Rami Malek, over coffee, “Hey man, after Bohemian Rhapsody did you do anything or keep anything to remember your time on set?”

“Yeah I did actually,” Rami let out a laugh, “I had taken a set of the fake Freddie teeth from set and I had them set in gold.”

Austin let out a proper belly laugh, “Okay see that’s perfect, I feel like I need to do something ridiculous like that for ‘Elvis’. But, I don’t have teeth.”

Rami hummed for a second, deep in thought, “You know, I’ve heard of a lot of actors getting tattoos these days as reminders of their roles. And we have more than enough fancy make up products to hide those tattoos when we’re working, so it’s not like getting a tattoo will put your ability of booking more jobs in jeopardy or anything.”

“Rami, you absolute fucking genius,” Austin had already set a reminder to book an appointment for a tattoo tomorrow.

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Austin had spent the rest of yesterday looking for a reliable tattoo parlour and thinking of what he wanted. It didn’t take him too long to decide on the tattoo and he was lucky enough to find a tattoo parlour 15 minutes away from him. 

He was instantly drawn to this parlour because when he looked at the pictures online carefully, he realised that the whole thing was set up like an old 50s diner. It was almost like it was meant to be. He had called them up and made the appointment then and there.

He pushed the parlour door open and it made a little “ding!” sound to indicate that a customer had arrived. Austin could only get an appointment in the last slot of the day so the whole place was empty, except for the beautiful girl standing behind the welcoming counter. That girl was you.

You looked up and said, “Hi! You must be Austin?” He nodded, “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Y/N and I’m going to be your tattoo artist today.”

You placed a form and pen on the counter, “If you could just fill this in and then we can head on to the back and get started.”

You seemed to notice that he was already looking a little nervous so you asked him if this was his first tattoo and he responded with a little chuckle, “Is it that obvious?”

“Just a little, but don’t worry, I’ll be sure to take good care of you.” You had no idea where the confidence came from but gave him a wink anyway.

Once he was done with the form, you told him to follow you to the back rooms. He sat down on one of the chairs but not lying all the way back yet.

“So what are we doing today?”

Austin pulled out his phone and showed you a picture of the famous TCB logo, “I wanted to get this on my neck like just under the ear.”

“Well damn, I wouldn’t have pegged you for an Elvis fan.”

The movie wasn’t out yet and the promotions hadn’t started so Austin wasn’t surprised that you didn’t make any sort of direct connection between him and Elvis. “Yeah, he means a lot to me.”

“Alright just lie back and I’ll be back in a minute with the stencil.” You walked out of the room and Austin couldn’t help but notice how great your ass looked in the dark denim jeans.

When you returned, you had a few things in your arms. A chocolate bar and water bottle went on the small table next to him, “Have you eaten well today? Don’t want you passing out on me.” He let you know that he had eaten. 

Then, you put on your latex gloves and took an anti-septic wipe in one hand and the stencil in the other. His upper body was fairly upright and his legs were stretched out on the chair. You put a gloved finger under his chin and gently tilted his head up and he swore he felt shivers run down his spine at the contact.

You wiped his neck with the anti-septic and he let out a surprised hiss at the cold. Steadily pressing the stencil down to make sure that the print was as even as possible. 

“Why don’t you take a look at it in the mirror before I start with the needle.” 

He walked over to the full length mirror on the other side of the room and immediately fell in love with how just the stencil looked, “Goddamn, that looks good.” You let out a giggle and now he couldn’t tell if he was in awe of the to-be tattoo or in awe of you.

He returned to his original position on the chair when you suddenly stood up from the stool. He gave you a confused look because it seemed like you were going to lean over him. And that’s exactly what you did, “Sorry, I just need to adjust this.” 

You put your right hand behind the top half of the chair to find the lever and the other hand went across his body and rested right next to his face. He stared up at you and realised that, given the position, he would just have to move a few inches to reach your lips. But before the thought could marinate, he felt the chair lurch just a little and he was lying flatter now but not completely horizontal.

You settled onto the stool again and took the needle in your hand, dipping it in ink and turning it on, “Alright I’m going to start now. If you want me to stop just tell me, try not to move and let me know if it hurts too much and we can talk through it. Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

You had bent down so that you were close to his ear and he held his breath, only letting it go when the needle made contact with the sensitive skin of his neck. He had let out a grunt and a small twitch at the sensation. You immediately pulled the needle back and whispered without moving, “You need to breathe, baby. Otherwise this isn’t going to work.” His breath hitched again but for a different reason this time. 

Due to the proximity, Austin felt the air around him fill up with your scent and it was driving all the blood in his body between his legs. Your sexy, breathy voice certainly didn’t help.

“Right, ‘m sorry,” he muttered quietly.

You started the needle again but this time you decided to put a hand on the base of his neck, right where it met his chest, to make sure he didn’t move too much. You could feel his chest heaving with heavy breaths and for whatever reason you had a gut feeling it wasn’t just the pain eliciting that reaction. Your eyes shifted to him for a second and the sight before you almost made you drop the tool in your hands.

He had his eyes closed, his long lashes looked like they may have been tickling his cheeks, his jaw was clenched so tight that you could see the bone popping, a couple of his blonde curls had fallen on his forehead. Is this what he looked like when he cam- No Y/N! Pull yourself together dammit, you’re a professional! So you physically shook your head and got back to the tattoo.

One you finished tracing the whole thing you put the needle down and admired your work. You have to say, despite the ‘distractions’, you were doing fabulously. Instead of removing the hand, you just very lightly scratched your nails against his hard chest, “Hey, open your eyes.”

He revealed his dazzling blues to you and sighed out, “Hi.”

You giggled, “Hi baby, we’re done with the outline.” A sudden urge to test your previous theory of why he was breathing so hard came over you, so you leaned over to his ear again, “You did so good for me.”

You felt a light shudder pass through him and you could tell that his grip on the chair had tightened. You smirked to yourself. Theory confirmed. You stood up and extended a hand to him, “Wanna see it before we continue?” You noticed that his eyes were darker now than a second ago but he took your hand and lifted himself up. 

You didn’t realise that you hadn’t given him a lot of space so when he stood up your chests were touching. Both of you were so close that you were practically breathing the same air for a couple of seconds. Professionalism Y/N! You chided yourself and snapped out of the moment but didn’t move. “Oh um the mirror is there,” you said pointing behind you.

Without breaking eye contact he said, “I know.” 

Your eyes shifted to his lips as he took his bottom lip between his teeth. You couldn’t even tell who had moved first but the next thing you felt were your hands in his perfect curls and his were on your ass as you guys quite literally, sucked face. It was a messy, rough kiss. All teeth and tongue. He had turned both of you around and pushed your back against the tattoo chair. His lips trailed down to your neck and clavicle.

While he sucked hickies onto you, you felt paralyzed. All you could do was let out the sounds of pleasure he seemed to be pulling out of you with ease. His hands reached your jeans and he popped the button, looking up at you for permission. You frantically nodded and he hooked his fingers to pull your jeans and panties down at the same time.

Before your brain could even catch up, he was on his knees. Your hands shot to the top of his head as he flattened his tongue against your whole pussy, “Fuck, you taste like nectar, so fucking sweet.”

Now, he was leaving little fast paced kitten licks all over. Just trying to taste as much of your juice as he could. Soon enough, he found your clit and flicked it up and down a few times with the tip of his tongue and then he had it in his mouth, sucking hard. You were screaming for him.

His pace never let up as he vigorously shook his head from left to right, “Oh God- I’m gon-gonna come, please, God.”

“Am I your God, sweet girl?”

“Yes, yes please don’t stop!”

You looked down at him and saw a cocky smirk on his lips, which were covered in your juices. His hand came up and he maintained eye contact with you as he plunged two fingers in you roughly. You threw your head back and let out a pornographic moan. He got up from his position on the floor to face you. He continued to finger fuck you as his other hand came up to wrap around your jaw and bring your face to him.

“You gonna be a sweet girl and come for me? You like when I do this, don’t you? C’mon babygirl, finish for me. I know you can, my perfect girl.”

Your body shook so violently that you had to steady yourself against his shoulders to make sure that you didn’t slip off the chair. He rode your high out on his fingers. When you were done, he pulled them out and licked his fingers clean, not wanting even a single drop to go to waste. You felt absolutely spent.

He cupped both your cheeks and gave you a proper kiss. Then, he stepped away for a second, grabbing the chocolate and water from the table and handing the bottle to you while he unwrapped the chocolate.

“Drink up and eat some of this. We can finish the tattoo and then maybe I’ll take you out for a movie and some dinner. How does that sound, baby?”

You were still breathing hard but managed to say, “Sounds perfect.”

Yep, he was definitely your favourite customer so far.

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