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‘open up’

austin butler would spit in your mouth.

just smut, no plot. opens right after sex!!

i’m back from the dead, hope u like this!!

warnings: degradation obv, daddy kink, overstim, dirty talk, spitting, mean austin, dick sucking, the usual!!! (not proofread)

austin's voice was still raspy from the lingering traces of sex, laced with satisfaction as he watched you, sprawled out and dazed, your chest rising and falling in uneven gasps. his eyes hungrily traced the flushed curve of your body, lingering on the way your thighs still quivered from the intensity of your release. he took immense pride in the idea that he caused this. he licked his lips, savouring the taste of you that still lingered all over his swollen mouth, his thumb lazily stroking the inside of your thigh, a possessive touch that sent a fresh shiver through your overworked nerves.

“you’re a fucking mess, you know that” he drawled, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips, but there was something bigger behind it now—something like pride. “can’t believe you came all over my face like that. my good girl.”

the praise hit you differently, like a warm blanket over the sting of his previous cruelty (that you secretly got off on). you turned your head to meet his gaze, his big blue eyes watching you with a mix of hunger and something that almost looked like tenderness, though you knew better than to mistake it for softness. austin’s brand of affection was always edged with relentless dominance, his control over you unwavering even in these rare, blissful moments of some semblance of affection.

“thank you, daddy, ’s all for you” you murmured, voice still raspy and involuntarily whiny from your moans, your body aching but satiated, basking in the warmth of his attention. it wasn’t just the orgasm; it was the way he looked at you afterward: you were his prize, you were worth every ounce of the torment he put you through.

austin’s pretty fingers that you loved so much traced slow, lazy patterns over your still achingly sensitive skin, his touch gentle now, almost reverent. he leaned in, breath hot against your skin, before pressing a feather-light kiss to your collarbone, his lips lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch. you could feel the stupid fucking smirk against your skin as he pulled back, his eyes darkening with that familiar, relentless, dirty need.

“y’ did so good for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice still dripping with that rough, and to you, irresistibly sexy trait that never failed to send your heart into overdrive. “think you deserve a reward, hm? y’ think my baby girl earned another round?”

your breath caught in your throat at the implication, your body, particularly your puffy and pink, swollen clit, already stirring at the thought of him taking you again, pushing you past your limits. you nodded eagerly, the word “yes” barely forming on your lips before he was on you, his weight pinning you down in the most delicious and filthy way, his mouth crashing into yours with a hungry, desperate need.

his kiss was bruising, his tongue sliding against yours in a battle for dominance that you were never trying to win. he fought anyway. you moaned into his mouth, fingers tangling in his already messy hair as you pulled him closer, bodies moving in sync, a frantic, messy tangle of heat and want that was all too familiar, and still insanely sexy. austin’s hands roamed over your body, rough and demanding, squeezing and gripping every inch of you as if he couldn’t get enough, as if he wanted to imprint the memory of you beneath him into his very bones.

he pulled back, just enough to look at you, his lips red, swollen, and starting to bruise from both of your insatiable sex drives, his breath hot against your face. “on your knees, slut” he commanded, his voice rough with arousal. “i want to see that pretty mouth of yours around my cock. now.”

you didn’t hesitate, fucking obviously. you never did when it came to austin. in fact, you almost came at his lewd words. you scrambled to obey, your movements clumsy in your haste but driven by the overwhelming need to please him. you settled between his legs, knees sure to bruise but it just reminded you that he had you like this, looking up at him through heavy, lust-fogged eyes, his gaze darkened, his pupils blown wide with desire.

“my good girl, my pretty baby” he praised, his hand tangling in your hair, touch rough and unforgiving despite his gentle words guiding you closer, his cock already throbbing, hard and waiting for your hot n warm mouth. he didn’t waste any time, forcing your head down onto him, groaning at the wet heat of your mouth. “mmm, fuck- that’s it, baby. just like that. you can take it, i know you can.”

you hollowed your cheeks, trying your hardest to take him deeper, letting his dirty grunts and groans of pleasure fuel your every movement. you wanted to be good for him, to be his good girl. austin watched you intently, his grip on your hair tightening as he began thrusting into your mouth, controlling the pace, guiding you exactly where he wanted you. he knew exactly where he stood with you, how you viewed him. the sounds of your messy, sloppy sucking, only made wetter with a mix of his pre cum and your spit filled the room, punctuated by his breathy moans and the occasional low, filthy growl of your name.

“fuck, you’re so perfect like this, all f’ me” he murmured, his voice thick with praise and lust. “taking me so well. god, you look so fucking pretty choking on my cock. no one takes it like you, baby”

the words sent a rush of heat through you, making you moan around him, your throat tightening in response. austin’s hips stuttered, his control slipping as he neared the edge, his breaths coming in ragged, desperate pants. he pulled you off him, yanking you by the hair suddenly, your lips wet and swollen, a string of saliva connecting you to him as you gasped for air, whining his name.

he looked down at you, his expression almost wild, and he reached down, thumbing at your chin before pulling you up, dragging you into another fevered kiss. “‘m gonna make you cum again, baby,” he promised, his voice a low, dangerous rasp against your lips. “gonna fuck you so good till you’re too fucked out to even remember your own name.”

with that, he flipped you over, effortlessly, pressing you into the mattress, hands rough and demanding as he positioned you exactly how he wanted you. you were his to do with as he pleased, and the knowledge of that made him perversely sick with claim over you. as he pushed into your still sensitive cunt, thrust into you again, relentless and unyielding, he moaned directly into your ear, his cock aching with the anticipation of his orgasm. he needed to cum.

austin’s grip on your hips was ironclad, fingertips digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises, further marking you as his. you fucking loved it. every thrust was a reminder of his control, the way he owned every fucking inch of you, inside and out. you could feel the ache building again, that familiar, overwhelming pressure coiling in your belly, spurred on by the punishing rhythm of his cock driving into you and all you could do was moan.

“you’re always so fucking tight,” he growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “this little cunt was made for me. fuck- you feel that, baby? feel how deep i am? feel what you do to me, baby.”

you could only moan in response, a broken, desperate plea for something that seemed to spur him on even more. austin’s pace quickened, each hard snap of his hips sending shockwaves through your body, forcing you to take every inch, every brutal thrust. your vision blurred with tears of pleasure, and the room echoed with the lewd, wet sounds of skin against skin, his hips slapping against you, mingled with his low, filthy groans and the sinful cries n whines spilling from your lips.

“please, aus” you whimpered, voice hitching as his cock pounded into that perfect spot he knew so well, over and over again. “fuck, Austin, baby, i need-”

he cut you off with a sharp pull of your hair, yanking your head back so you were forced to look at him, your gaze meeting his as he leaned over you, his breath hot against your cheek. his expression was enough to make you almost cum, eyes hooded and dark, but there was a cruel amusement there too, like he was revelling in your submission, the way you always fell apart beneath him.

“what is it, my baby?” he taunted, his voice laced with a mocking sweetness that sent a jolt of need straight to your core. “does my baby girl wanna cum? want me to let you cum all over my cock?”

you nodded frantically, tears spilling down your cheeks as you squirmed beneath him, your entire body strung taut with the need for release. “yes, fuck, please- i need it, daddy, please’- m gonna die without it”

austin’s smirk widened, and he slowed his pace just enough to drive you insane, rolling his hips in deep, grinding thrusts that had you gasping, on the verge of sobbing. he watched your every reaction, savoring the way you trembled, the way your walls clenched around him, desperate and needy.

“you look so fucking pretty when you beg,” he murmured, his voice low and ragged. “so fucking pathetic. you’d do anything, wouldn’t you? anything for me. anything to make me feel good, make me cum, hm?”

you nodded again, unable to form coherent words, your mind clouded with nothing but the overwhelming desire to please him, to be his good girl, his perfect little slut. you opened your mouth, ready to beg for more, but austin beat you to it. he pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and desperate, and before you could protest, he was hovering over you, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip.

“open,” he commanded, and you obeyed without hesitation, parting your bruised n bitten lips, holding shameless, dirty eye contact with him as he watched you with that dark, possessive gaze. austin leaned closer, hand still gripping your hair, his eyes never leaving yours as he spat, letting the hot, wet glob land right on your tongue. the act was degrading, filthy, and it made you shiver, a lewd whine escaping you as you swallowed without being told.

“mmm, good girl,” he praised, his voice thick with arousal. “look at you. you fucking love it, don’t you? love being my dirty little slut.” he tsked. “you’re sinful.”

you nodded eagerly, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue, your body alight with the combination of humiliation and desire that he so expertly wielded against you. austin’s eyes burned with approval, and he rewarded your obedience by shoving you back down, positioning himself between your cum slick thighs once more.

“daddy’s gonna make you cum now, hm?” he promised, his voice a husky whisper in your ear as he lined himself up with your slick entrance. “gonna fill you up, make you scream for me, all f’ me.”

and then he was forcing himself back inside you, deeper and rougher than before, each thrust a ruthless reminder of his claim over you, of how much he loved pushing you to your limits. you cried out, your hands gripping the sheets, your entire body writhing as he fucked you mercilessly, the fat head of his cock hitting all the right spots, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

“you’re mine,” he grunted, each word punctuated by a brutal snap of his hips. “this pussy is mine, you hear me? only i get to make you feel like this.”

“yes, yes, fuck—only you, austin, daddy. ‘m only yours.” you babbled, your voice ragged and high-pitched, each word laced with the desperation of someone on the brink of losing themselves entirely to pleasure. “‘m yours, i’m yours-”

austin’s is thrusts grew erratic n sloppy, breathing heavy and labored as he pounded into you, his grip on your hips tightening to the point of pain that you relished in. he was close, you could feel it in the way he was losing his rhythm, jackhammering his fat cock into you, and in the low, guttural moans that escaped him, each one sending a gross thrill through your overstimulated nerves.

“cum for me,” he ordered, his voice a strained command. “right. fucking. now. cum all over my cock like the good girl you are.”

that was all it took. you came undone beneath him, your body seizing up as waves of intense, blinding pleasure crashed over you. your tight n overworked walls clenched around him, drawing him in deeper, and you screamed his name, your voice breaking as you rode out possibly the most overwhelming orgasm of your life.

austin followed shortly after, his own climax hitting him hard as he buried himself to the hilt, spilling inside you with a guttural groan that was pure, unfiltered satisfaction. he stayed there, pressed against you, his breath hot and ragged against your neck, his hands still possessive on your skin, holding you close as you both came down from your intense high.

“you’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost affectionate as he kissed your shoulder, his lips lingering in a way that was almost tender. after a few seconds, he let out a breathy chuckle, voice still rough n sultry from sex “how are you still tight after all that?”

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Years? Really?!

Part 2: You got me so...

Things heat up quickly when you each confess your mutual crushes. You realize that between your legs is exactly where he has always belonged.

Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, cunnilingus, pussy play, fingering, fellatio,

A/N Ya'll asked for it! A continuation of the steamy evening and somehow in the midst of crazy life chaos, I actually got it written! Enjoy sweet darlings!

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“Thank you, I think this might be the best birthday present yet,” he chuckles, sitting up. “I'll be right back.” 

He scoots into the bathroom, leaving you sitting on the bed. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the full length mirror on its stand by the door. You are astounded at how hot you look; hair tossed around, totally naked and laying back on your elbows, The devil-may-care look you give yourself makes you throttle that voice trying to rise and ask ‘what the hell are you doing.’ You are doing what you have wanted to do since the night you laid eyes on this man.  You can’t help but smirk at yourself. 

You hear the toilet flush and the running of water. Suddenly he flings the door open before hitting the light. Burned into your brain is the silhouette of him against the bright rectangle of the door.  Then you feel his hands gliding up your leg, you swear you hear him say ‘sexy little minx.’ 

“I may need a little time before you uh-’ he glances at his crotch, “in the meantime.” 

Your night sight comes back just in time to see the heated look Austin gives you as he lowers his face between your legs.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you say, figuring if that’s the main thing he’s been doing for the past couple years, maybe he’d had enough of it. 

“Oh no, hunny. I love it,” he says in all seriousness, “trust me, this is the quickest way to get me hard again.”  

He doesn’t give you any time to respond before his fingers squeeze deep on your outer labia, capturing your clit between them. He pulls just a little, then rolls his fingers together and it’s like fucking magic. A giggle escapes you, rolling into a moan as he continues. 

Then his thumb is just above your clit, pulling up and tightening your folds.   

“Now squeeze and release this pretty pussy,  hunny,” his deep honey’d voice drips.

You tighten your pelvic floor rhythmically and it nearly sends you. It feels like your clit is being jerked off. You’ve never felt anything quite like it before.

He smiles as he watches your face in pleasure.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice low and raspy. 

“Yeah, that’s… fuck… what are you doing?” you moan.

“I”m not, you are doing it,” he smiles. 

Unlike many of the previous partners, who would stop the thing that felt good to try something new, Austin actually keeps going. You feel the warmth, the pressure mount. There he is, not even touching your clit, doing nothing more than pushing your mons and you are approaching delirium. 

When he does let go, he quickly nestles his face between your legs. His tongue grazes your bare lips. His long fingered hands knead into your inner thighs, coaxing and pressing them apart. 

Little flicks of his tongue part your lips, little nibbles from his teeth run rampant. His head turns to the side and the tip of his tongue slots between your labia, lifting out just before he gets to your clit. His moan tells all as a string of your juices pulls away with his tongue. 

The deliberate twists of his tongue tell you that he knows exactly what he is doing. It’s tantalizing in a way you’ve never felt before. Most guys went hard and fast for the little nub, if they knew where it was at all. But here he is, introducing himself, flirting with it. You’ve never been so turned on by someone doing so little to your pussy. 

He pulls back, looking up at you. His little inhale lifts his brows just the smallest bit as though asking if he’s doing alright. The sight of him peering up at you over your mons is breathtaking. The realization strikes you that this is where you’ve always wanted this fine man.

You bite your lip and nod. The apples of his cheeks pop as he smiles. He doesn’t break eye contact as his tongue extends long between your lips. You can scarcely breathe. 

His fingers gently spread you open to him. His brow furrows, a little horizontal crease forming between his eyes. 

“God that is beautiful,” he mumbles mostly to himself as he looks down. 

The ploughshare of his tongue separates your small glistening petals. His head moves gently up and down.  His moan starts out soft but deepens into a growl as he dips his tongue into you. His body shakes with desire. He wasn’t kidding when he said he loves it.

“Oh my god, you taste so sweet. I could eat you for hours,” he says against your skin. 

He takes several long deep licks from your taint to almost your clit. Sousing his tongue in your juices then continuing to suck and nibble on your labia. 

Finally, just before you can’t stand it anymore, he gently exposes your clit to the air before drawing little circles around it. Then it’s in his mouth and you aren’t sure what he is doing with his tongue but it’s fucking amazing. 

Your hand shoots to his head. His silky, soft hair is glorious between your fingers. You’ve always wanted to comb your hands though it. Your fingertips tighten on his blonde locks, tugging. 

“Oh baby, be gentle,” he winces, “I’m a bit sensitive,” he admits. 

“Sorry Austin,” your brow creases,”It’s just,  your hair is so…  and fuck, you got me so…” his tongue flicks across your clit and you gasp, unable to complete your thought, let alone get it out your mouth. 

“It's ok, just don’t pull, darling,” his lips graze your clit as he talks.

His mouth closes over your pussy and he’s sucking.

You feel fingers play at your entrance, tracing your opening, petting it, pushing down and releasing just inside. It’s like he knows every little hidden button that sparks fire. The sensory overload of his hair, his scent, his tongue, his fingers. Good lord this man could not be hotter. 

The sucking and pressing get rhythmic, stronger. Moans escape your throat.

You are surprised with how quickly you near your climax. And he just continues on steadily. 

You want to keep watching how his jaw muscles tighten, how his shoulder flexes as he fingers you, but your head falls backwards with how good it feels. You barely have the presence of mind to let go of his hair before you yank on it. Instead your hands find their way to your hard nipples and then fuck oh fuck. 

“I’m cumming, oh god” you moan. Your hips shake against him, nerves exploding with a third orgasm for the night. 

His tongue flattens against your clit, holding pressure as you grind into his face. He is masterful. You might as well have never been eaten out before.

He waits, just pressing his tongue against you, letting your shakes and shivers provide all the movement until you come down. 

“Jesus, Austin,” you puff out, “that was fucking awesome.”

He leans back, smacking his lips, shiny with your juices. 

“Thank you,” he raises his eyes to yours as a quiet moan rumbles his chest. 

Whether he referencing your compliment or for letting him feast on your pussy, you don’t know. 

His gaze turns intense, wanting.

You melt. 

You know it’s just the oxytocin flooding your brain right now, but you’ll be damned if your crush isn’t morphing into more in this very moment. 

You return his intensity, tongue peeking out to lick your top lip. 

You glance down, his cock is rock hard again. You wonder how he has any blood left for his brain. Your fingers curl in a come hither to his cock. 

No words have to be spoken.  

He pushes back, his knees folding up under him. 

You sit up with nothing but his cock in your sites. Your hands wrap around his shaft and it definitely takes both of them. You take a minute to soak in the sight of him. 

His cock is just a pretty as he is. Long, like his fingers, he curves ever so slightly to the right, thicker at the base by just the perfect proportion. A patch of blonde short and curlies is partially hidden behind his erect shaft. 

You only now notice how smooth he is. Not prickly like he shaved, but lickable like he got waxed. The thought of him manscaping just in case he might get to maybe fuck YOU sets off a little bomb in your belly.  Your tongue sneaks out to lick your lip in anticipation. God you love a smooth cock.  His head is a beautiful pink, with a jewel of precum catching the light. 

You want it in your mouth, and you want it right now, as much of it as you can swallow.

You bend forward, rubbing your cheek on him like a cat. He smells like your hand soap. The flat of your tongue drags along his smooth shaft up to his little weeping hole. You growl as the tip of your tongue dips into the viscous fluid. You spread it along the roof of your mouth.

“That tastes so good,” you whisper. 

You pull saliva to the front of your mouth and let it fall from your lips. Your spit dribbles down his sides and over the ring of your thumb and forefinger. Which nearly meet around his girth. Then you close your mouth over his head, the flat of your tongue rubbing against his frenulum and suctioning up to his tip. Up and down, up and down you glide on his head, reveling in the feel of his smooth cock on your tongue.  

You can feel your pussy heating up, jealous of the friction your mouth is getting.  You slurp off him with a moan, glancing up at him. His face is shaking with barely contained lust. 

“God, that’s been a while,” he mumbles, almost to himself. 

“What, did she not do this either?” you say with a slight frown.

“Not really, but I’ve not had… not like that ,” he whispers, trying to keep it together. 

“Like what?” you ask, your heart breaking just a little for him. 

“Like you want to do it, that you actually enjoy it,” he bites his lip, its all just so hot for him.

“I do,” you say simply. 

Before you let yourself rage over the ungrateful bint, you dive down onto him.

Sucking the gorgeous cock on a gorgeous man is not something everyone enjoys or has to enjoy, you remind yourself. 

Luckily, you do.

You are intent on devouring as much of him as you can. You want to show him what he’s been missing out on. 

He fills your mouth, forcing your jaw to hinge wider. You rub the tip of him along your soft palate. You moan as you fuck your own mouth with his girth. Tongue tracing random designs on his underside each time you pull back. 

“Oh god, girl you are- OH!” he moans. 

Solid desire sublimates into outright need as you hear his deep-throated moans above you. His inability to make sentences drives you wild. You stuff him deeper.

You can tell he wants to thrust into you. His hands lightly land on the top of your head as his hips strain to stay still. There isn’t any more room in your mouth, but his control is breaking.  Your air is cut off momentarily, then the back of your tongue is rolling and forcing him out along with thick viscous spit. It trails from his cock to your lips as he emerges. 

The sound of you gagging momentarily freaks him out. 

“Are you ok?” Austin asks with a concerned face. 

“Mmhmmm,” you nod, a mouth full of thick spit. You dribble it on his tip, using your hand to spread it.  Curling your knees under, you grab his hand, placing it on yours.

“Show me how you like to jerk off,” slutty desire coats every syllable. 

Austin’s beautiful face goes beet red.

“No, I don’t… I mean, I do. It’s just…” he licks his lips nervously, shyly looking away from the scene between his legs. You wait patiently for him to get over his inhibitions. He doesn’t take away his big hand, instead he adjusts his handgrip, pressing into your fingers.  It’s like he can’t help himself. 

He tightens over your hand and starts moving both up and down his lubed cock. First, several faster short strokes  on his upper third followed by a few long strokes that slide all the way from root to tip. Short short short short short, long long long.  His head tilts back as he loosens his grip, letting you take control, drunk on the friction. You return the favor by keeping the pattern, the pace, the pressure steady. 

“Here, just a little,” he says, moving your other hand to his balls.

Your hand cups his smooth testicles, gently rolling them in your palm. 

“Yes, oh fuck like that,” he moans, looking down at you with once blue eyes that are now morphed into dark pools. 

The sly smile on your lips only serves to spur him on. You catch his eye, lowering your mouth to his tip while still pumping his shaft and tickling his balls. Tongue cradling his head, you glide back and forth over him.

“Oh my fucking god, that’s gonna make me cum,” he moans, involuntarily shifting his hips back and forth. 

Moaning your consent, you keep steadily jerking him off into your mouth, steadily undulating your tongue along him. Spit begins to pool in your palm

“So hot, so fucking hot,” he chants. His fingers thread into your hair and they are surprisingly gentle. 

Two of your fingers slide behind his balls, lightly rubbing the dribbling spit nearly to his asshole. 

“Oh my god!” he groans into the thick air of the bedroom, fingers tightening on your scalp. His hips that once he was trying to maintain control over, thrust forward erratically. 

So turned on by his seemingly wild abandon, by how much you are pushing him to the brink,  you find your hips angling to and fro against the bed to get friction. You moan around his cock. His echoing grunts are wordless and feral. 

You can feel it; the tightness of his sac, the throbbing pulsation on the lower side of his thick-as-fuck shaft. All just before the deep wordless groan rips from his throat. Hot ribbons of cum fill your mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” he intones as milky white jizz drips from the corners of your mouth and down your chin. When he pulls back, your face and chest are a veritable cum mess. 

He pants, looking you up and down, reeling from his orgasm. When he looks down and sees your mouth just a little slack from straining around his big cock, he immediately cradles your head in his hands. 

“Oh darlin’, are you ok?” his eyebrows raised. 

“Very,” you swipe your thumb under your bottom lip. 

“You sure?” he is so cute when he’s  concerned. 

“Quite,” you assure him, “Austin that was so hot.” 

He produces a  hand towel he must have brought with him from the bathroom and gently wipes your chest and chin. When he leans forward kissing away the last of his own cum from the corners of your mouth, you kiss him deeply, loving every second of it. 

“Oh lord,” he sprawls out next to you, arms open.

“Yeah?” you snuggle up to his chest. His arm automatically slips around you. 

“Yes, like…. That was amazing the way your tongue…” his fingers flick upward like your tongue twirls, “ and how you went under,” his hand turns over in a mimic of your hand rubbing his balls. “I’ve never experienced anything like that. And for real you like doing that? Even on me?,” he is babbling, finally relaxed enough to state it like it is. 

“Oh hell yeah,” you say in no uncertain terms, “I’ve never had a cock feel so good in my mouth and you are so smooth it’s dreamy” you reach down between his legs, lightly gliding your fingers along him. “I could lick and suck you all day.” 

“I’m glad you like it,” he reaches too, rubbing along his balls, catching your fingers and lacing them in his own, “I like to be smooth, it just heightens everything.” he reaches between your legs to pet your labia. “Don’t you think?” 

“Mmm, Austin,” your glutes tighten, pushing against his fingers. 

They slip lightly between your folds and come away wet with your viscous juices. 

“Damn girl, are you always like this?” 

“No, no, Austin you just are that fucking hot.” 

He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them and moaning low.

“And you just keep getting hotter, damn,” your finger crawls up his chest, “I wanna ride you, do you think we can make that happen?” You have no idea if he’ll have it in him. 

“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said lots of times,” he smiles. “Give me a few, then I’ll see what I can do.” 

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Years? Really?

Summary: A tipsy car ride home from a birthday outing becomes oh so much more.

Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only Fingering, Big cock, PiV, Friends to lovers.

Authors Note: It's been a while, I know. Writing and indeed creativity hasn't been on my front burner for while. Life, it's happening to me. But I was a couple drinks down riding in the backseat of a car and BAM, this thought struck. The thought became a fantasy and the fantasy became a story. Happy Birthday Austin, sir. I sure hope all your b-day fantasies come true!

OH! and check out the poll at the end!!

You were in the back of the generic sedan. The two mango margaritas you had made you just a little more relaxed than usual. He was sitting next to you, or rather he was manspreading next to you. He was a dirty blonde, tall, slim but muscular and fucking gorgeous. Like in a ‘how are you even real’ sort of way. Which you would totally be able to handle if it weren’t for the fact that he was also kind, sweet, thoughtful, endearing, and the best fucking listener on the damn planet. The mere fact of his presence shifted the energy around him. It was like a current of electricity flowing in the very air around him. He was the whole package.

You two had moved in the same circles for years. You had developed an interest in him that went beyond ‘just a friend.” A desire, a spark for him that you never told anyone about, much less him. 

 Austin was recently single, it was also his birthday. He had texted the group chat and said he needed his people around him to celebrate the day. Thrilled to be counted as ‘one of his people’, you were there, like always.  He promised everyone that he was ok, that it was actually a good thing. Nevertheless, you had seen the hurt behind his smile. 

She had only been using him, you knew. You watched it from across the living room at game nights; from across the table at restaurants. You saw how she treated him at the bars. He hadn’t expounded on what happened, only said that they were done. Who broke up with who? You didn’t know, you only knew that he was better off without her.  

Now he was in the back of the car with you and your DD friend was driving you both home. She and her partner are talking in the front seat. Those two had been married for years and were like the epitome of a comfortable happy couple. You can see their hands laced together on the center console. 

You hadn’t the faintest idea what they were saying. You are too distracted by the heat of Austin’s leg and watching the streetlights play across his face. Perfect nose, high cheekbones, plush lips and the graceful curve of his neck all intermittently highlighted as the car zooms along. His perfectly tousled hair is swept back away from his face, you watch his prominent Adam's apple bob up and down in a swallow. 

He makes some kind of noncommittal noise to the front of the car. You press your knee into his as your hand lighted upon his leg. You meant it to be a reassuring gesture between friends. But when he looks down at you, a slow smile spreads across his lips and fire races from his eyes directly to your core. Unable to look away from his magnetic gaze, you can only feel his long artistic fingers trace lines on the back of your hand and wrist.  

Just as the thought, ‘is this a good idea?’  crosses your mind, his fingers snake around your wrist and gently pull your hand farther up his inner thigh. Your pinky nearly brushes the bulge at his crotch. A slow smile spreads over your face and you inhale. Oh yes, yes indeed. 

The cool night air at the open air bar had made your thighs cold to the touch. His hand, warm and sensuous, slithers over the edge of your skirt. You open your legs to him and he drags his fingers up, up, he can feel the heat increase. He is a fraction of an inch away from your panties. 

It takes everything you have not to moan out loud in the backseat of your friend’s car. Instead you bite your lip and close your eyes.

Austin answers a question directed at him, laughing a little. You open your eyes just in time to see his face light up as he laughs. He goes from beautiful, perfect model man to giddily boyish. It’s so damn cute. 

“Yeah, you can just drop me off at her place, we came together,” you hear him say. Wait what? That is a flat out lie, you had been the first one there when you watched him get out of the Uber in front of the bar. 

His fingers grip your inner thigh in a silent appeal to keep your mouth shut. 

Is it possible that he has the same thing in mind? Maybe he thinks you are more drunk than you actually are and just wants to make sure you are safe. Probably the latter, that’s something Austin would definitely do, he’s so thoughtful and kind. 

You barely compose yourself when the car pulls up in front of your little house, a symbol of your freedom from your bastard ex.  You’d bought it with the money from the divorce and remodeled it yourself… well mostly yourself. Your family had been roped into some of the bigger projects. 

Austin grabs the shoulders of your friends as they wish him a happy birthday. You give them big smiles and goodnights. You completely miss the knowing look they give one another because Austin is suddenly opening the car door and helping you out of the car with an extended hand. Maybe you are a little more drunk than you thought you were. 

He doesn't let go of your hand as he walks you to your front door. You stop on the step and turn around. Eye level with him, it feels like his ocean eyes are staring into your soul, even in the dim porch light he is mesmerizing. You wonder how his plush lips might feel against your own. 

“How many did you have?” he asks, waiting, wondering if you’ll give him the brush off or invite him in. 

“Only two and with dinner,” you insist “I’m barely tipsy, birthday boy.” 

“Mmm, hmmm,” he nods as if he doesn't believe you and steps up to tower over you, wrapping his hand around your waist. 

“Wanna…?” you tilt your head towards the door. You can’t actually finish the sentence, not with him this close to you. 

Suddenly,  that one word is full of meaning. His nostrils flare as he nods. Anyone with eyes can see the thoughts racing through his head, thankfully, you have eyes. 

The door closes behind him in the dim light of your living room. His hand snakes into your hair. 

Your purse falls with a thud to the floor. 

His lips are millimeters from yours. 

“Is this what you had in mind?”  his voice is barely audible and his hand

“Something like it,” your hand fists in his shirt, hesitation falling away.

“You sure you want this?” he asks with a shaky breath,

“Oh yes, are you?” you throw it back to him. 

“For years,” he states, rubbing his lips along yours.

Years? Really? How did you not know this? You are momentarily stunned until his lips meet yours and that line of thinking evaporates. 

He doesn’t mash his lips against you all sloppy and needy. Oh no, this man knows what he is about. His kiss commands, but softly and with the perfect amount of suction. Gently, he probes your own lips open. Not once in the countless times you have imagined Austin kissing you did you come close to what is happening to you, to just how talented he is. The kiss deepens and seems to come right from his toes. His hand cups the back of your neck as your fingertips dig into the columns of his back in a subconscious effort to get him closer, to get him inside you.

“Fuck Austin, you are really good at that,” you can’t help saying when you both come up for air. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispers. His chest is rising and falling as he holds onto restraint. 

“We’ll unpack that later, right now though, Austin, please,” you push your chest against him. You are suddenly so needy for him. Years of pent up desire start cracking the ‘just friends’ shell you’ve been working so hard to keep intact. 

A devilish grin peaks one of his cheeks, “If you need to stop, just say.” 

You nod and lick your lips. 

He takes control of your mouth again. So immersed in the supple feel of his lips and the soft texture of his tongue, you don’t notice that he is backing you towards the couch. You are too busy helping him bunch up the hem of your skirt, moaning as he rubs the pads of his fingers along your damp cotton panties. 

You feel the bump against your calves and nearly lose your balance, but he holds you so close. 

“Condoms, my room,” conveying your willingness, if unable to use full sentences.

“I got some,” he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a few Skyns. 

“Do this often?” you ask with a wicked grin.  It doesn’t matter that much, you are just curious. He had never really been one to kiss and tell. But you wondered if sleeping around is the reason he is single, or the reason he’s doing ok.

“No,” he puffs out shaking his and looking away, “not since before I caught her… a while before too,” he shakes his head, a moment of pain in his eyes. 

“Oh Austin, I’m so sorry,” you want nothing more than to take care of him, especially on his special day. 

“It’s done,” he shrugs, “But, I knew I’d see you tonight and I kinda had hoped, so I wanted to be prepared.”

“Austin, all you had to do was say the word, and I would have come running,” you find yourself confessing. 

“Well, we will add that to the unpacking list,” he flashes a sheepish grin that is the cutest thing you've ever seen.  

“I look forward to it,” you banter back. 

“But right now, I want you,” his hand shakes as he cups your face, “I hope you won’t mind if we take our time?” 

“Or we could just take lots of times,” you suggest, pulling his face to yours, “Cuz I need…” your hand cups the large bulge of his crotch.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans against your lips.  

Then it’s like an explosion of motion. Your panties are kicked under the side table, and your skirt is bunched around your hips. You tug at the hem of his faded black 80’s rock band t-shirt. He pulls at the back of his shirt as it goes over his head. You’ve seen him once or twice without a shirt, the privilege of all men, to go shirtless once in a while with no repercussions. He looked even more delicious than you remembered even in the low light of your living room. His naturally slim waist was accentuated by the muscles he had built recently in his upper body. Pecs defined, abs faintly outlined with his motion, caps of his shoulders rippling into his bi and triceps. You can’t see the breadth of his lats, but you certainly can feel them. He is breathtaking.

Your knit blouse gets tossed to the wayside. You reach behind your back and unhook your bra with quick and practiced ease. His hands hold your breasts as the bra loosens. He peels it off with an appreciative moan. 

“Fuck you are so beautiful”, he dips his head to suckle at your chest. You don’t see him unbutton the fly of his jeans with one hand because your head is thrown back from the way his tongue works across your nipple. Zings fire to your spine and down to your pussy. Your hips thrust forward as you pull his hand to you. 

Thank the gods that you had spent the afternoon doing some spa-like self care.  You are smooth and soft and clean. 

Austin pulls back to watch your face as he slips his fingers against your seam. He definitely knows what he is doing. You bite your lip and moan as he presses on either side of your lips, activating those clitoral branches. Your legs nearly collapse out from under you. He catches your back, then your mouth, holding you in one strong arm. 

Your fingertips dig into his bicep. 

Holy fuck, he’s not even gotten to your clit yet. Tonight might just be more than you had ever dreamed. Your hips press forward, begging for more. His fingers spread your lips, triggering your pussy to clench on the nothing as he stretches you apart just enough. Slowly, one finger dips into your wetness, his movement so slight, twitching only the end of his digit back and forth.

“Oh fuck, Austin,” your eyes roll back in your head. Again, not even touching your clit.

“Oh yeah, you like that?,” his voice is a whisper in your ear, “I want you to cum on my fingers.”

All you can do is whimper and nod.

“Put your arms around my neck and your foot on the couch,” he instructs softly. It’s so easy to do as he says. He’d make an amazing dom.  You can feel your wet lips open to him as your skirt falls in a curtain behind your bent leg.

He kisses you as he slips a gentle finger inside you. Moans reverberate in your chest and flow into his mouth.  

His other arm is wrapped around you sandwiching you with long fingers splayed out over your low back and sacrum. He pushes a second finger in. It feels so good. He slides in and out a few times, spreading your juices. 

“Oh you are so wet,” he murmurs in your ear, “is that all for me?” 

“Uh huh,” you moan into his bare chest. 

“Heh, heh,” his laugh is throaty and deep, “That is so fucking hot, I love it.” 

He straightens to his 6 foot height, pulling you into his frame. Skin on warm skin. You feel his hard cock pressed against your side body, still trapped in his teal underwear and framed by his jeans.

His fingers drag moisture lightly up over your clit. You shiver at the contact. Then his thumb is gliding over your clit as his fingers curl inside of you. 

Oh fuck, your knees threaten to buckle again and  your eyes close as you moan.  His arm clamps onto you as he works you with expertise you didn’t know he had. How is he this good? Squelching in curling and gliding out while his thumb captures your clit, milking it just perfectly.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” each word a staccato as he fingers you. 

A litany of dirty phrases find their way from his lips to your ear:

“Fuck you are so hot.” 

“Yeah, tighten down just like that.”

“Does this little clit need more?”

“That’s it, beautiful.”

“I want you to cream all over my hand.” 

Each word, each stroke, pushes you farther to the edge. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you begin to chant over and over. Yes to everything, yes to anything.

Then you are moaning wordlessly, unabashedly pumping your hips onto his fingers. Your face screws up and your fist pounds his shoulder. It’s a wave that rises and crashes over you. Austin holds you in place between his palm on your low spine.  The thought strikes you, "This must be what waves feel like crashing against the shore, Ocean orgasms.”

“Fuck yeah, so hot,”  he whispers, jaw tight as he tries to maintain control of himself. He captures your mouth with his own, swallowing your moans.  He gently strokes out your orgasm, prolonging it without overwhelming you.

“I want to fuck you so bad, can I?” his hip tilts forward and back, nearly dry humping your leg.  Just the idea of being fucked by him might as well come with a halo and choir. This sex-god in friend-clothing can do whatever he wants to you.  You nod, not trusting your own voice at this moment. Looking down, you can see the pink tip of him breaching the side of his waistband. Your eyes go wide. Jesus, to reach that far he has to be… 

He takes a big breath, as though steeling himself, and drops his drawers to the floor, his cock swaying with his movement. It’s long and hard,  tapering to thick but not drastically so. It’s not a monster cock per se, but it's bigger than any cock you’ve taken before. Luckily,  you like them big. 

“Oh wow,” you mutter, stroking him lightly. When you look up, you see the mix of desire and trepidation in his eyes. 

“Do you still…?” he asks, almost embarrassed. 

“Still what?,” you stroke gently up and down his substantial shaft.

“Still want …me? This?  It’s not like…scary?” his brows draw together and he unconsciously bites his lip. 

What kind of insecurity was this? Worried about his big cock?

“Oh lord no,” you bend over and plant a kiss on his pretty pink tip, then kitten-lick the clear drop on his pretty little hole.  

His breath hitches. 

Suddenly a thought occurs to you, “Wait, did someone make you feel bad for your cock size?” 

“Maybe? Yeah, a little?  I don’t know,” he shrugs noncommittally, “She said it was intimidating and only ever wanted me to eat her out and finger her. I’m really good at oral, believe me,” he smiles, trying to make light of the body shaming he had so clearly experienced. 

You know exactly who he is talking about, and if you didn’t like her before, you hated her now. How on earth could anyone of substance do that to a man as sweet and adorable as Austin, then turn around and cheat on him too. That little wench wouldn’t know a good thing if it hit her in the teeth. 

“Oh, Austin,” you take his face in your palms. “Austin, no, it’s fucking beautiful and I want you to fuck me with this gorgeous dick…Slow, fast, hard, gentle; whatever you want.”

“Really?” The relief on his face is so evident. You nod just before he kisses you like a man dying of thirst. His hands wiggle your skirt over your hips and to the floor. 

“Where do you want me?” you ask, determined to make this night amazing for him.

His only answer is to lean over to pick up his condoms then take you by the hand.

You follow his naked, adonis-like form down the hallway to your bedroom.  It’s like a dream, the way he cradles your head as he lays you down gently on the bed.

His whole body is pressed to yours and you can feel him rooting against your leg, leaving little trails of pre-cum. You can’t help but reach down and stroke him, just to feel the size of him in your hand. His little moans are the best aphrodisiac. 

He sits back and rolls a condom over his rock hard cock. Christ it looks even bigger from this angle. 

“Oh god, I want it in me,” you murmur both for his reassurance and to simply state the truth. You want to feel him spread you, split you, sate you. It is without hesitation that you open your legs to him.

He leans forward on one arm,  and you reach down to guide him to your entrance. 

Despite his excitement, he pushes in real slow. 

“Holy fuck your pussy feels so damn good,” he moans. 

“Holy fuck your cock feels so damn good,” you respond in kind. 

The deeper he goes, the more stretched you feel. The sensations on your labia are just perfect. You feel gorged on his magnificent cock. You have never felt so full before. 

 Finally, he bottoms out, still not balls deep, but most of him is inside you. He pauses. 

“You ok?” he asks  

“Austin, I need you more, please.” you moan into his ear. You simply must feel him moving so deep in you. 

“Are you sure?” he says, still cautious. 

You hold his face in your hands, looking him in the eye with serious intent. 

“Please yes! Austin, you feel so fucking good, I might lose my mind if you don’t ride me.” Your pussy clenches encouragingly around him and your hips push involuntarily. 

His hips begin to move fluidly, pistoning that sumptuous cock in and out of you. 

He treats each stroke like a sacred deed, each one its own perfect ecstasy.  He buries his head in your neck, breath hot on your skin. Your hips rise to meet his, urging him closer. A smile creeps over his face, one that is just now beginning to trust that you really want it, really want him.

Now it’s your turn to coax him with your own dirty words slipped in between the moans that his thrusts push out of you:

“You feel so good stretching me.”

“Oh god, I can feel every inch.”

“I love it so deep in me.” 

“Don’t stop until you cum.” 

“I fucking love it.” 

It lights him up, to hear you say such dirty things while he is inside you. He goes faster, harder.

“M’gonna cum,” he blurts out after a few minutes. 

“Yes, fucking do it, fucking cum in me,” the idea itself nearly sends you over the edge.

He rails into you, groaning. His body tenses on a deep thrust and he lets loose. 

“So fucking hot,” you moan into his ear, “so good in me, on me.” You run your hands over his back down to his tight ass, 

His inhale is ragged as every cell of his body is drugged with a cocktail of endorphins.

You gently hold him close as his body relaxes on top of you. For a bit, he reminds you of a dragon; spent with his back expanding in puffs. Your muscles bunch under him and he stirs. You expect him to roll to the side and for words of gratitude to come out of his mouth. 

Instead, he starts moving again, as though merely the tensing of your body is new fuel for his desire. Something primal seems to take hold of him. It’s not words, but growls and grunts in your ear. Austin reaches down and grabs your ass. He is all of a sudden insistent and dominant. You are hardly surprised when his mouth clamps onto the crook of your neck, sucking and biting. He ruts into you deep and intense, nearly using you like a fuck toy. 

You’ve never seen this part of him, it’s fucking hot. 

The gripping of his teeth and lips send incredible shivers down your spine. The primordial energy overtakes you. You snake your hand between your bodies to get your middle finger on your clit. 

“Don’t fucking stop,” you snarl into his ear, “I’m gonna cum all over that brillant cock.”

You can feel his smile against your skin as he thrusts into you over and over. It’s beyond amazing, the way he works you.

“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah!”  you moan. 

Your pussy clenches down hard on his big cock and you feel your juices flood around him. You are shaking with the rising energy as he pounds you to the pinnacle. Your toes curl and your vision blurs; your only anchor is his body on yours, in yours. Your blood-curdling scream resounds off the walls of your little bedroom as you writhe under him.

His fingers knead into your ass as his spine jerks and he tenses, his second release flooding down his spine. His wordless moan is stoppered by your shoulder, where there is sure to be a lasting mark.  His body shudders and jolts, then stills. 

This moment is bored into your mind: the light sheen of sweat on his back, the movement of his breath across your neck, the pressure of his chest against yours, the slight twitching of his cock inside you, the scent of his hair in your nostrils, the faint taste of his precum on your tongue. 

Finally, he lifts his head to look at you, his concern is poorly hidden behind the lopsided smile. 

“God, that was fucking amazing,” you say just before pressing your lips to his. 

His smile is far more genuine in your reassurance. In one motion, he rolls to the side, taking you with him. You are perched on top of him, cock still in you. 

“You, fuck. I’ve never had a woman say things to me like that, I don’t know what came over me, I just needed you again.” He says hands on your hips. 

“You don’t hear me complaining,” you say, “it was sexy as fuck.”

“Well thank you, I’ve not gotten to-“ he shakes the thoughts from his head, “Thank you.” 

“Oh, you are so welcome. For the record, you can fuck me like that anytime.” You smile down at him. 

“Give me a few minutes and I will take you up on that.” he chuckles. 

“In the meantime,” you purse your lips, “ what the hell, years? Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve had a little crush on you for a long time,” he blushes and looks away. This man, who just rutted into you like a damn animal, who’s cock is still buried inside you, who is starting to prove himself as a god among men,  is suddenly shy? And good lord, shy Austin is so fucking cute. You want to wrap him in your arms and just kiss away his sudden timidity. 

So you do. 

You lean down over him and press your mouth to his. You play your tongue on his, sucking at his full bottom lip. It’s the kind of kiss that takes its time. 

When you finally pull away from him, his self-consciousness is gone and fire has risen in his eyes again. 

“Well me too with you,” you murmur, “why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his eyebrow lifts. 

“You were unavailable, sir,” you point out climbing off of him, “and I am not that girl.”  

“True, you are not,” the look he gives you melts your heart, “you could be my girl, if you wanted.”

“Austin, I’ve always been your girl,” it tumbles from your lips and you realize that it’s true.

He shakes his head in disbelief. “You are amazing, you know that? I’m sorry it took so long.” 

“Me too, but we are here now. You know, I’m glad I started feeling up your knee in the car,” you giggle. 

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure how I was gonna broach the subject,” his shy smile is back again, “but I might have had a whole corny speech prepared on the off chance that it came up.” 

“Oh dang! Now I want to hear the speech!” you tease. 

“No, no, besides, I don’t think I can remember it now,” he  reaches up to grab the back of your neck, “Thank you, I had  forgotten how good that feels.”

Jesus, how long had it been for him? You wonder. 

“Well, tell you what,” your hand slides down his semi hard shaft, cum from his two orgasms starting to drip down his balls. “Let’s get his condom off and clean you up a bit. Then I want this magnificent cock in my mouth.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he says with a smile. 

“Oh, and before you fuck the thought out of my head entirely, Happy Birthday Austin.” 

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keep talkin’

austin butler as benny cross

just smut, no plot

i love benny, i was enamoured in the cinema

warnings: degradation, rough sex, possessiveness, a little overstim if you squint, not proofread

(no spoilers for the bikeriders movie :)

benny cross wasn’t much of a talker

from the day you’d met him, he always let you do the talking. he’d let you go on and on without more than a few words, and you didn’t mind it, and clearly, nor did he.

but when it came to sex, benny cross talked.

talked you through your orgasm, talked dirty to you, degraded you, the whole lot. his voice was deep and rough during sex, a result of the years of smoking and riding, and he took the utmost advantage of this.

from the first time he claimed you, bullied his fat cock into you, saw how you reacted when he talked down to you, told you how much of a slut you were, how tight you were, writhing and babbling on his cock while he split you open, he knew he had found his favorite game.

benny reveled in it, got off on it, honestly. the way you melted under his words, in the way your body betrayed your mind's resistance, the way you’d squirm and try to stifle your moans, trying to hide the way his degradation turned you on.

"look at you," he'd tsk, feigning disapproval “fucking desperate for my cock. you need it, don’t you baby?” his grip punishing on your hips, forcing you to take every inch. "such a needy little slut, can't get enough of my cock, can you? always so tight for me, always so wet."

with benny, every thrust was deliberate, each stroke accompanied by a litany of degrading affirmations. "you love this, don't you? being my fuck toy, my little whore. look at how you're dripping for me. pathetic." he’d spit out between ragged moans

you'd gasp, the shame mixing with pleasure, making your body respond even more fervently to his rough handling. he'd grab your hair in fistfuls, pull your head back, making sure you saw the depravity in your own eyes reflected in the mirror.

"fuck- cmon, take it all, you fucking minx. you were made for this, weren't you? for me, to be used, to be filled up with my cum. fucking say it." he’d prompt you as he jackhammered the fat head of his cock further in you, smacking against your cervix repeatedly with a squelching sound.

and you would, because he made you, because his voice alone made you almost cum on the spot.

because the power in his voice left no room for anything else but obedience.

"yes, benny, fuck- ‘m yours, need your cock, need to get fucked, love your cock, please cum in me, pleasepleaseplease." you barely even knew what you were saying, you just knew you needed him, needed what he could give you.

he’d let out a loud, deep moan, music to your fucking ears, the sound sent shivers down your spine even as your body betrayed you again, arching into his touch, seeking more.

he'd smack your ass, hard, leaving his mark on you as a reminder of who you belonged to, relishing in your screams.

"that's right. you’re mine. no one else can fuck you like this, stuff their cock so deep in you, you forget your own name. no one else can make you cum like i do.” his voice would begin breaking, his moans choked as he neared the edge. “cmon baby, cum on my cock, cum for me, m so close. don’t- fuck, don’t forget this feeling baby. don’t forget how how i stretch you, fill you. you feel full baby? stuffed?”

all you could do was nod, frantically as your thighs shook and your orgasm washed over you, and despite all he’d say, benny would hold you close, soothe your body through the orgasm as it wracked through you, whispering praises and endless filthy words into your ear.

"that's my good girl, my perfect little slut. look at you, falling apart for me, taking every inch like you were made for it."

he'd hold you tighter, his thrusts growing more erratic, more desperate, each one fucking you further into the mattress, fucking deeper into your already overstimulated cunt. his big, rough hands, callused from years on the bike, would wander over your body, leaving eventual bruises and marks in their wake, reminding you of your place, of his dominance.

"fuck, baby," he'd groan, the desperation in his voice eminent. "'m gonna fill you up, gonna pump you full of my cum. you want that, hm? want me to cum in your pretty cunt, baby?"

you'd nod, barely coherent, lost in the haze of pleasure and degradation, along with the comedown of your high. "yes, benny, please. need it, need you s’ bad."

his grip would tighten impossibly more, breath hot against your neck as he thrust deeper, harder, faster, driving himself to the brink.

"take it all, baby. so good for me, gonna mark you as mine."

with a final, guttural growl, benny would bury himself to the hilt, body shuddering as he came, flooding you with his release. the feeling of him pulsing inside you would trigger another wave of pleasure, leaving you trembling and spent beneath him.

benny would never let you go immediately.

he'd stay buried deep inside you, breathing heavy, his hands still possessive on your skin. he'd savor the moment, the way your body molded to his, the way you fit him perfectly.

"good girl," he'd murmur, his voice softer now. "you did so good for me. you’re perfect baby,” he’d punctuate his sentence with a soft kiss to your lips, before pulling out, exuding another moan from you.

he’d smirk, rolling over to the bedside table, already reaching for another cigarette.

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benny is back home n'he's missed you so much he may just have to fuck you over it!!!

warnings!!!!

benny is toxic! unprotected sex! benny is toxic! i didn't proof read it!!!! so there are probably so many mistakes!!!! n' this is LONG, so read at your own risk <3

despite its stillness, there is something deafening about the july air. there's nothing more to hear than night bird song as it falls over the slumbering city. gone are the rumbling engines on i-90 n'the chatter of women parading down the sidewalks. there are no babies gigglin', no ice cream trucks wailing, no sirens squwakin'. there's nothin' stirrin' in this humid night besides the rapid beat of your heart because, well, you shouldn't be here. you know that jus' as well as i do. you should be at home, sprawled beneath the ceiling fan, eyes closed, blissfully disconnected from the world, n'you're a good girl, so i'm sure that's what you would be doing had the shrill urgency of benny's call not woken you.

"hi baby," is what he breathed over the line, and despite the distance you could smell the jack daniels on his breath. "m'home." he had been home for a few days now. johnny had called you n'made you aware the second benny's wheels crossed the county line. and then you waited. and waited. and waited. and were your feelings hurt when benny didn't call? absolutely. by day three you were going insane. like mosquito-bitten legs, it was painfully hard to ignore the absence of his voice through the receiver. every purring engine had your head whipping 'round. every blonde head had your heart hammering, but it was never the right engine. never the right head. never benny. johnny'd tried to get you to come down to the clubhouse, but you didn't wanna look desperate (even though you were). it was just so hard to think about. all you could see in your mind's eye was benny splayed across a bar stool, lap empty, hand wrapped around a whiskey glass when it should've been around your throat.

"m'missin' you so much." you wouldn't have assumed he missed you much at all with how radio silent he'd been since leavin' over a month ago. your girls told you that if benny really cared he would make more of an effort - wouldn't run off whenever things other than his dick got hard - an' yeah, you knew this was likely true, but he was enigmatic and enticing and everything.

"wan' you to come see me."

you should've hung up the phone right then, but you didn't. and you definitely shouldn't've pulled a sleep shirt over your nightgown n'sneakers on your bare feet, but you did. now here you stand - peerin' up at benny's front door - tryin' to tell yourself it's all right. nothin' to be nervous over. but you were nervous, so you counted the steppin' stones - 14 - and then there he was.

he looked good, there was simply no denying it. when it was particularly hot, benny wore nothing beneath his colors n'tonight you could see his bare chest glistening with sweat from the glow of the porch light. moths and june bugs spun themselves dizzy 'round him, but he didn't flinch. his sights were set, smile wan and excited and focused on you.

"c'mere." benny's voice had a medicinal quality about it - you figured that out some time ago. his voice was a salve on sunburned skin. it was a cool mid-day rainstorm. it was enough to have your eyes flicking upward, your body moving forward, your mouth forming the shape of his name. "look at you," he practically purred. he seemed more coherent, which was great. you didn't like fuckin' benny when he was drunk - always fearin' it never meant the same as when he pressed himself into you sober. he held you at arms length, eyes traipsing the familiar paths his fingers and tongue had mapped repeatedly. "y'know, i could travel from here to fuckin' the ends of the universe n'never find a girl s'pretty as you."

"s'that what you're lookin' for when you leave?" the words escape your mouth before your brain can register the impact they will have, but benny doesn't seem all that deterred. he just shakes his head; half-hearted guilt tugging at the corner of his mouth as he lets ya go n'invites you inside. benny would never apologize for leavin'. that just wasn't his forte, but he'd make up for it. he always did.

the interior of benny's place is nicer than you'd expect n'it's all because johnny outright fuckin' refused to step foot in the place when benny'd first moved in. it was terrible, but now the trailer actually looks decent. s'not much: a small livin' space with a couch, a tiny kitchen, an even smaller bathroom, and a bedroom big enough for a few pieces of furniture, but it smells like benny: like motor oil and sandalwood and smoke and body wash and you wish they sold the scent in department stores because you'd buy up every bottle. it's the aroma you miss terribly when he runs. it's the scent you wish lasted just a bit longer on your bedsheets. it's now overwhelming as benny plods over, stubbing his cigarette out in the ashtray. hands unoccupied, he has nothing better to do with them than wrap 'em 'round your waist, tuggin' you into his slick embrace. his chin fits so nicely atop your head n'he's always told you that you were meant to be. "fuck soulmates. i think god s'got a big ass puzzle n'he just, tears it up. throws the pieces here n'there. but me'n'you, baby? we're always gonna fit together. m'always gonna find you." he wouldn't need to find you if he didn't run but when you're pressed so snugly together like you are now - well - he could say anything and you'd agree.

"look at me, darlin'. wanna see those eyes again. missed 'em so much." n'when you do look at him, you wish you hadn't. he looks better (somehow) than the last time you saw him: skin so clear, eyes so bright, smile taken from a fuckin' toothpaste commercial. it's unfair how good god made such a bad boy look. "there's my girl." and damn if his voice doesn't sound even better.

a half-hearted hum rolls from the back of your throat. you want nothing more than to be his girl, but he'd never really allow that. never really allow you to get close enough and the hurt must register on your face because benny's takin' your cheeks between his palms, eyebrows furrowing.

"what's goin' on, baby?"

baby. the word sounds so good rolling off his tongue. you wanna be his baby more than anything, but you say "nothin'" cuz that's all this will ever be.

"doesn't seem like nothin'. tell me." you think about it. could you, rather, should you tell him? the words are there, right there. right on the tip of your tongue; i miss you. i've missed you. i so badly wanted to see you. i want to be more than the girl you call when you want to fuck. the words are so hot you want to spit them out, but you can't say those things n'likely will never be able to. the words are toxic. poison. those words would assassinate this arrangement n'as much as it hurts, you know deep down you'd rather have pieces of benny than none at all so instead of speaking you rise on your tip toes and press your lips against his.

kissing benny is something you could never tire of. it's the delicate bite of his perfect teeth on your pillowy lip that has you opening your mouth - inviting him in - begging him to take. it's the taste of mint and cigarettes and liquor that lingers on your tongue that makes you long for more. but benny pulls away first - always does - n'that's when you notice the wrinkle in his brow is gone because he is no longer concerned about what's racketing around your brain. no. he's had a sample, and now he wants the whole thing.

"c'mere." it's an impossible command. you're already so close - any closer and you would - benny dips slightly, circling your thighs with his arms, pushin' you atop the high-backed couch where you wobble and clutch onto him which makes him smile but then everything changes because "want another kiss. missed that mouth so much." and you collide in a spit-soaked show of affection sure to bruise the flesh now scraping so deliciously against his beard.

this decent is familiar to benny. he knows where to touch you. knows how to caress your skin as he peels the shirt from your flushed torso and pushes the thin straps of your nightgown down. you're soft. he's always loved that about you. your voice. your hair. your skin. so supple. and there are times benny's gotta stop himself. he's gotta repress that primal urge to take, to claim, to mark but it's hard so hard because you are so soft. his agile fingers float down your neck, relishing in the plume of perfume that billows out as your body contorts closer and closer and closer. you're so responsive: gasping in the right places, arching into his hands so perfectly. your dainty inhales fuel him. he wants to do more. wants to hear more.

"you're gonna let me fuck you right here, aren't ya?" benny asks, pulling back to gauge your reaction. "missed me so much you're gonna let me fuck you on this couch, eh?"

"you're the one who called me." you say, smile wide and knowing as you feel benny's cock twitch. his eyes turn molten lapis. he had called you. he had missed you. but he wouldn't say it. couldn't.

"awfully mouthy," he clucks, pressing his mouth into yours for another taste. "why don't y'use it for somethin' else?"

before you, benny'd never been a fan of oral sex. i mean, he'd come around to enjoyin' it thanks to johnny but, it wasn't high on his list 'til you started suckin' him off any and every chance you got. for a mouth belonging to such a precious gal, he never would have expected the sinful things you could make him feel. n'now, knelt before him, he can barely fight the urge to shove his dick in your mouth.

"s'pretty. always so pretty." you hum. you got him out of his jeans in record time and thank god because it's probably a million degrees in the goddamn trailer. now he's free; cock out, dripping precum and he can see the pride puffin' up your chest. no other girl could get 'em like this - could rile him up 'til his cock was thick and heavy and veiny and hot to the touch - no one but you n'at the first whisper of your fingers, his head rolls back. his precum is good lubrication, but you need more. could always use more, so up you come, crossing your cute little feet under your bum, and then - fuck - you lean forward and spit on his heated skin. yeah, benny thinks he may cum from that alone.

"touch me, doll. c'mon."

"shh," your fingers form a loose circle 'round the base of his cock. "i've got you."

"jesus christ," its the feel of your lips on his thighs and your fingers on his dick that makes him squeeze his eyes shut. he's got one fist balled at his side, the other tucks its way into your hair because he's gotta do something. anything.

"y've still got your christmas tree up, so, y'know, could be insensitive what with the holidays n'all. chirstimas in july." and despite the fact that you've got his pulsing length so wet and hard in your hand - benny fucking laughs.

"you're so -" but whatever adjective he had planned to use flies from his mind the moment your mouth covers him. all he can think about now is not cumming. you don't need to know that he hasn't fucked another woman since the last time he was balls deep in you. you don't need to know that he hasn't jerked off in god knows how long in preparation for this night. the only thing that you need to know is that he fuckin' loves this. he just lets you work. just relishes in the feeling of having you there. of having your mouth on him. it's so heavenly. cavernous yet tight. wet and warm and "fuck - oh fuck - stop."

and you do with no hesitation. you pull away so quickly that strands of saliva trickle down onto your tits. okay. maybe not jerking off wasn't the best idea, benny determines.

"did i do something wrong?" your voice is husky, eyes wide and slightly frightened and benny thinks he may love you.

"no." he shakes his head, grabs your arms, pulls you up. "no. fuck - i wanna fuck you." he brushes his palm across your cheek, wiping the spit and precum away. "want to fuck you right here. on the couch. c'mon," he maneuvers you around, makin' it to where his bare ass is on the couch and you're hoverin' above him, smiling so cutely at him he's sure he's gonna explode. you're so fucking cute that it nearly suffocates him.

"gimmie another kiss." he breathes, cupping your cheek once more. your lips meet in a cacophony of sighs. relief slackens your shoulders and now anticipation builds because you know what's coming.

"benny,"

"mm?"

"unless you have rubbers tucked in the cushions," you have to fight through his kisses. "you can't fuck me here."

the words marinate. the ceiling fan bats them around like a cat does to yarn and then benny finally responds.

"let me fuck you raw."

there are a hundred good reasons why it's a horrible idea, but you can't conjure a single fucking one as your head bobs in agreement.

"yeah?" perhaps christmas miracles are still valid in july because holy shit. "yeah?"

"please."

"come 'ere then."

you're obedient. benny loves that about you. seconds later you're spreading your legs, shimmering with sweat as you fight to maintain your balance n'you look so hungry - so eager to please - so pretty n'he can feel your wetness seeping onto his bare thigh as you pepper tender kisses along his chest. you want this. you want it just as badly as he does. he can tell. those preening noises comin' from the back of your throat and the bite of your nails into his shoulder are the only things grounding him to this moment. he feels so light - like he could fuckin' float if you weren't sat atop him - but there is work to do. a certain set of things that need to be done before he can spear you on his cock.

"gonna stretch you open first," he tells you, pushing your hip back but you don't budge. your head shakes, lower lip juts out. no.

"i wanna feel it." you say, voice almost a whine. you're tired of waiting. tired of playing this game so you propel yourself onto your feet, nearly toppling as the cushion gives under your weight, but you've got this. you sweet capable being. "wanna feel you now." your right hand circles his cock. "just want you to be in me benny. jus' you." it's a confession spoken like gospel. n'with your help, his gushing head probes your wetness and benny's thoughts spiral recklessly. "ready?"

it's cute. the way you ask him. the way your pretty little head cocks to the side. it's even cuter the way your pussy so greedily takes his cock once benny gives you an answer. yes. a singular nod. then everything is hot. he's too close to the sun, but the burn is delicious.

every bump. every vein. every groove on his cock awakens something within you. your eyes are closed so tightly - you may rupture a vessel - but you don't care. you're full. so full n'he's only halfway in. it's never felt like this before. you're in uncharted territory so the first roll of your hips is exploratory. the second is more confident. the third is a plunge and benny is drowning.

"god. fuck." words to form coherent sentences have long since vanished from benny's vocabulary. and you? usually so deft with language, you're somewhat embarrassed at the foolishness of your grunts, but benny loves it. he watches you move from squinted eyes. you're fascinating; body shifting with ease up and down up and down up and down. the muscles in your stomach tighten and wan as his cock disappears deep in your cunt only to reappear seconds later dripping and glistening with remnants of your wet. it's hypnotic n'benny thinks you're magic and sweet and good but dirty - oh so dirty. his balls and heart squeeze simultaneously n'it only gets worse when you toss your arms around his neck. benny can feel your cool breath on his throat - it adheres to the damp indications you lips left behind - and your tits, god your tits press against the material of his colors and rub and rub and rub. it's intimate. it's too much. too long like this and benny knows he'll be spillin' his secrets and his seed and that's not how he wants this to go, not yet anyway.

the change in position catches you by surprise, he can see it on your face. those puffy lips part in confusion, but he silences your questions with a shattering kiss. your teeth gnash and spit slips down your chin as he bites your inhibitions away. he's got you beneath him now. missionary. his favorite because he just likes lookin' at you. likes being close, so close. he's in his element; forehead pressed against yours, mouth open, grunting obscenities as he pushes harder and harder and harder into your sobbing pussy. you're slowly disintegrating. the way your ankles lock around his spine perfectly aligns your clit with his pelvic bone and my god nothing has ever felt quite so good.

"benny," your voice is a dark whisper that grows brighter brighter brighter as he thrusts into oblivion. you want more. want it harder. and benny is happy to oblige. the sound of his nuts slapping against your soaked center reminds him of a fuckin' metronome. your pitiful little moans could put pornstars to shame.

"you're so fuckin' tight." and it's true. he's said it to other girls before out of courtesy, but he means it with you. "when i cum you're gonna take every drop, mm?" benny's ability to say such delivish things so close to your face drives you insane. it's as though he's tellin' you what the weather is gonna be tomorrow, or sayin' his favorite color. "s'my favorite pussy to fuck. no one feels like you." he should stop, but he can't. it's too good. you're so good. "only girl i wanna fill. only girl i wanna give my cum to."

if pride were a flower you'd be a fuckin' garden. confidence flourishes like ivy as he keeps. going. it's in this moment you know it's worth it. the hours waiting for him. the lonely nights. it's all worth it. benny is worth it.

"are y'gonna cum in me?" at the sound of your voice, benny's forehead crashes down on yours. his eyelashes are so long they kiss the tops of his round cheeks.

"fuck - yeah."

"yeah?" you angle your pelvis, gasping at the new sensation. n'benny knows what to do. knows how to send you over. snaking a hand down, his index finger rubs circles around your clit, dipping down, pullin' your shared juices up. you're not gonna last much longer n'as much as he wishes he could keep you here forever but fuck his fucking nuts are so tight. he's so close.

"fuck - baby. shit."

"do it deep. wanna have you leakin' out of me days. want somethin' to remember you by." you've never spoken like this before - his sweet darling - where did this mouth come from? one hand squeezes your jaw. something to remember him by? he'll give you something. he pushes your head to the side, latching his teeth into the side of your neck. the rough yet delicate suck and soothing stroke of his tongue add another element to the amalgamation of pleasure, and now you feel like you're drowning.

"m'gonna cum."

"cum in me."

"fuck im gonna cum in you."

he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to. there's no willpower strong enough to allow him to extract his cock from your pussy. he's sure of it.

"need you to cum with me." his index finger circles around and around and around. "gotta cum when i tell you. yeah? gonna be a good girl n'listen to daddy?" your toes fuckin' curl, digging into the cushion. "use your words." he doesn't know - doesn't care - that your words have magically turned into alphabet soup; there are letters and sounds but no coherence, but it's no excuse. benny, devilishly, begins to slow. "use. your. words." each syllable is punctuated with a sharp thrust n'the head of his cock is wedging so deliciously against your spongy center that you nearly cum, but you don't. you're good. so good.

"m'gonna listen." you wail. "gonna be good." your reward is a kiss and the continuation of benny's deliriously fast pace.

"knew you would." it becomes hard to speak with you squeezing round him like that. his pleasure is melting into an unidentifiable mass. he knows nothing of isolation. his body no longer belongs to him. he can't tell where you start and he ends but he knows where you will finish. "gonna need you to cum, pretty baby." he's unable to do much more than whisper. "ready?" you nod. "ready?"

"please."

"now."

you couldn't hold back even if you tried. the first spurt of benny's cum is so warm you make a surprised little gasp. he's so deep, pumping his load so deep that the lower part of your abdomen has stretched in accommodation. your bodies flounder together; fingers pressing, lips melting, legs tangling. benny thrusts once, twice, three times more before he's spent. his body begins to still - his weight slowly pressing upon you before collapsing. your thundering heart could lull him to sleep if he'd allow it, but he can't allow it because unlike with other women; the lustful haze refuses to dissipate. post-nut clarity doesn't exist when the woman you fucked looks and feels the way you do and it scares benny so much that he collects you in his arms n'moves you off of him.

"i'll bring you somethin' to wipe off with." he doesn't look at you as he rises. instead he chooses to focus on how his legs don't feel like his legs. how the hot water won't warm up n'he can't give you a cold rag. his disappointment grows when he returns to find you already shrugging back into your nightgown. the pair of you tend to yourselves. you wipe benny's cum off your thighs and toss the rag into the dirty clothes pile on the floor. you try not to linger. you know it only makes things harder, but benny's gazin' at you with those eyes. he's fixin' your necklace and opening the door for you.

"gimmie a hug?" his bravado is gone. his voice is quiet, his arms are welcoming. you fool yourself into thinking he's gonna miss you too. you've got his cum dripping down your leg and he's got your heart in his hands but nothing has changed. things would never change. n'you wanna stay here - wanna stay with him for eternity - but if history repeats itself you will only have another minute in his embrace. he who holds your pieces together is the one responsible for their fractured state n'maybe you're a masochist. maybe you're in love with the wrong person. maybe none of it is supposed to make sense anyway.

when you part, you want to cry. benny kisses you. it's soft, a delicate kiss you wanna bottle and keep forever next to his scent. you worry that one day you will unknowingly have a last kiss with benny, but for now you allow yourself this moment. he won't promise to call n'you won't say goodbye. you'll just slip out into the night - probably call johnny usin' the payphone down the street and spend the rest of the night sobbin' into his neck.

but it's worth it. somehow even after it all, benny cross is still worth it.

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Benny x bunny, where she faints and she gets taken to the hospital but he wasn't around when she fainted, so once he gets to the hospital and asks what happened she completely downplays it. Also if you could write him getting the call it would be 10/10.

You guys are so self-indulgent and I love it! This was really fun to write so I hope you enjoy! Benny's really just a stressed little muffin in this

Benny x Bunny Masterlist

Word Count- 2.2k

Summary- See request above.

Bruised Ego (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)

The cue ball struck against the green stripes, a significant clack echoing in the clubhouse as he sunk the last ball into the pocket. With a smirk around his cigarette, Benny straightened to his full height, hands sliding down the cue stick smugly. 

“That’s two games in a row, kid,” Wahoo groaned as he rounded the pool table to throw another five dollar bill into Benny’s winnings. “You must be lucky.”

“We can see if my luck will make it to an even 3,” Benny chided. He knew it wasn’t luck, Wahoo just sucked at playing pool. The slow afternoon was passed by the few integral members of the Vandals hanging out in the clubhouse, drinking, smoking and razzing each other. There was going to be a race tonight at the club bonfire; some newcomer kid on a piece of shit hand-built bike thought he was going to take on Cal’s racing Harley. Everyone knew he was going to blow him away, but it was still free entertainment and a chance for the club to meet again.

“Yeah fine, but I want the stripes this time.” Wahoo grumbled.

“You know what the definition of insanity is, Wahoo?” Johnny asked over his shoulder. He sat at the bar, counting a few stacks of cash as he and Brucie worked on the finances of this month's dues. 

“Well, your boy keeps doin’ all these trick shots,” Wahoo retorted as he began to rack for the new game. 

“Of course he is,” Johnny looked over his shoulder, smirking. “I taught ‘em how.”

Johnny turned back to his task at hand before he could see the bird Wahoo flipped him. The phone rang from the back of the bar and Cal went to answer it. 

“I’m feeling pretty lucky for this game too,”  Benny laughed as he bent forward to position the first shot. Clack, another shot that sent multiple solid colors spiraling around the table. 

“Benny,” Cal called, holding the phone up. “It’s for you.”

“Okay,” Benny nodded, chalking the end of his cue stick. It was probably you calling to tell him you missed him. You often called him at least once if he was gone for a few hours, your way of checking on him as you worried about him. He’s tried telling you multiple times that you don’t have to worry about him, he’d be more careful because he had you to come home to every night. You promised you'd stop calling so much but he told you he didn't mind hearing your voice so sometimes, you’d call and ask him to pick up something from the store, too. “Tell her I'll be over in a minute.”

“No,” Cal said slowly, voice tight. “It’s Kathy. She said somethin’s happened to Bunny.”

Benny’s heart stopped. “What?”

“She’s at the hospital–”

Johnny turned to Cal and said something – asked a question maybe – but that was all Benny needed to hear before he tossed the cue stick onto the table and turned for the door. He shoved it open and fished his bike keys out of his pocket as he tossed the rest of his cigarette onto the sidewalk. He set off for his bike, throwing his leg over the seat and flipping the ignition switch.

 He brought his foot down onto the kickstart but it only sputtered. He tried it once more. Twice. And Benny felt tears of frustration burning in his eyes as he pictured you laying lifeless in one of those awful hospital beds, every worst case scenario running through his mind.  He kicked it again. “Fucking, c’mon!”

“Benny,” Johnny’s calm but assertive voice cut through the ringing in Benny’s ears. “I’ll drive. Get in.”

He nodded, wanting to say thanks, but he found his mouth too dry to speak, jaw clenched too tightly. He followed Johnny to his car, quickly sliding into the passenger seat. Johnny twisted the key in the ignition, threw it into reverse and peeled out as he drove in the direction of the hospital.

“Kathy said she’s okay,” Johnny assured, his voice composed as Benny’s knee bounced up and down with anxiety. “Said she was up and talkin’ to the doctors.”

“I can’t – I can’t lose–” Benny started but his voice broke and he squeezed his eyes shut at the thought of something happening to you. 

“She’s okay, Benny,” Johnny repeated, firmer this time. “She’s okay.”

******

Benny practically ran through the hospital waiting room to get to the front desk, skidding to a stop and asking the nearest nurse where you were. Johnny had dropped him off at the door, saying he would find a place to park and be in as soon as he could. 

“Benny!” Kathy called out for him down the hall. He abandoned the nurse’s station and approached her. 

“What happened? Where is she?” he asked, swallowing hard in an attempt to control his nerves. 

“I’ll take you to her,” Kathy touched his arm gently and led him down the hallway of ER rooms. “We were outside workin’ in my garden, ya know? A–and she just fell over, like completely onto her face, didn’t even try to catch herself. She hit her head pretty good when she landed so they’re runnin’ some test.”

Benny nodded, trying to process her words in his jumbled brain. She stopped in front of a room and motioned for him to enter. He took a deep breath, hoping his shaking hands weren’t noticeable and pushed the door open. 

And the sight of you nearly crushed his heart. You looked so small sitting on the hospital bed, legs dangling off the side, hand pressing a blue ice pack to the side of your face. When you looked up and noticed him, you sat up straighter and squeaked out, “Benny!”

He was at your side in an instant, hands carefully roaming in an attempt to find anything physically wrong with you besides the obvious head wound. “What happened?”

“I’m fine,” you said, taking his hand in your unoccupied one and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s nothing, Benny.”

“It wasn’t nothin’,” Kathy spoke up from the doorway, nervously glancing between you two. “You were out for a good couple minutes. Scared the livin’ shit outta me. ” 

You shook your head, shooting her an exasperated look around Benny’s shoulder. “I told you not to call him.”

“Bullshit,” Benny interjected. “You get taken to the hospital and you think I shouldn’t know ‘bout it?”

“I’m fine, really,” you said with a sigh and you looked so . . . tired. Benny wanted to scoop you up in his arms and take you home in that instant. “The doctor said I just got overheated. You know how hot it’s been.”

Benny’s hand gently encased yours holding the ice pack, pulling it away so he could inspect the damage. He grimaced at the sight of the nasty purple and red bruise forming around your right brow bone and down to your eye socket. Despite his best efforts, his hands still shook as he pulled away. He’d seen his fair share of bruising – most of the time it was from his own reflection in the mirror after a fight. But the sight of the injury coloring your beautiful skin. . . it made his stomach flip. You were so frail, so breakable and the realization squeezed at Benny’s heart. He was supposed to protect you and if he could, he’d shrink you down and put you in his pocket, safe and secure. He looked over his shoulder to Kathy, “Would you. . . would you let Johnny know what’s goin’ on?”

“Sure thing,” she answered and disappeared out the door.

Silence fell heavy between you and Benny desperately searched for something to say to make you smile again, to make you blush . . . but his heart still pounded too hard and his stomach still churned from the uncertainty to come up with anything. So he did the only thing he could in that moment; He pulled you into a tight hug, hand cradling the back of your neck as he fought back that awful sting of tears again. 

“I’m okay, Benny.” Your voice was muffled against his chest. “I promise.” 

“You can’t–” his voice broke and he had to swallow thickly before continuing. “You can’t scare me like that, Bunny.” 

“I didn’t mean to–” 

“I just– I just love you so much,” he breathed out as he pulled you impossibly closer.

“I know you do,” you whispered gently and he couldn’t understand how you were always so strong, so resilient. “I love you too, Benny.”

You gave him a moment to compose himself, to slow his erratic heartbeat and melt into your sweet touch before you pulled back, lowering the ice pack and said, “There is something that will make me feel better.”

“What’s that?” he asked, heart softening at your brazen smile.

“A kiss.”

“Is that so?” His gaze fluttered over your angelic face, still beautiful despite the bruise. 

“Mhhm, it’s what the doctor ordered, actually.” Your grin grew wider as he put both hands on the sides of your face, thumbs sliding gently along your jaw. He kissed you softly, lips barely ghosting over yours in fear of hurting you as if you would crumble beneath his touch. That wasn’t good enough for you apparently as you leaned forward to chase him before he could pull away completely. Your hands came up to hold his in place over your face and you returned his kiss with such vehemence that Benny’s brows pinched together in enthrallment. 

The distinct clearing of a throat broke you both apart and Benny caught sight of the doctor standing in the doorway, hand rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. You blushed and looked away as the doctor entered, apologizing for the intrusion. 

“We got the test results back,” he said and Benny straightened, feeling his heart rate pick up again. “Bad news is we figure you passed out due to heatstroke. With this severe heat wave hitting Chicago, we’ve had multiple patients come in from it so don’t feel bad. Good news is you were able to get here quick enough that we could get your core temperature brought down before any damage was done. As far as your head, you don’t appear to have a concussion, but you will have a pretty nasty bruise for a while.”

“So . . . she’s okay?” Benny asked, hand finding the top of your thigh to ground him. 

The doctor nodded. “Yeah she’ll be just fine as long as she takes it easy for the rest of the day. No more gardening in this weather, okay?” 

You giggled abashedly at his joke and Benny breathed a sigh of relief. 

The doctor continued, “I’ll have the nurse bring around another ice pack for you to take home before we start your paperwork to leave.”

Benny held your hand as he stood beside your bed faithfully while they worked on getting you discharged of the hospital. You were okay, he repeated in his head like a chant. You were okay and that made him okay.

“You know since I'm gettin' out of here early we’ll still be able to go to the race tonight,” you pointed out with a small smile as you nudged him with your foot to get his attention.

“No, I’m taking you home where you’re going to lay your pretty little butt down in bed for the rest of the day,” he said firmly with a shake of his head.

“I don’t want you to miss Cal’s race!” you said as you tugged on his hand gently, lip pouting. 

“I don’t care about the race,” he replied flippantly.

“Well, I do! Plus I want to see the girls, too. C’mon, please Benny?”

He shook his head, trying to remain firm in his decision even as you gave him your irresistible puppy eyes. 

“Please Bennyyyy?” you dragged out his name in that adorable way you did when you wanted something. “I’ll sit in the shade and I’ll let you know if I’m not feeling good, I promise.”

He contemplated it. The race wasn't until later in the evening and the temperature should be cooler, but still. . . “You’ll go home and lay in bed until then?” 

You nodded, holding your pinky out to him in a silent promise.

Unable to deny you of anything, he reluctantly looped his pinky with yours. “Fine, but we’re only stayin’ for the race. No bonfire afterwards.”

You beamed at him and he knew you were proud of yourself for once again swaying him with your charms. 

******

Hours later, as the picnic was just getting into full swing, Johnny couldn’t hide the smile on his face as Benny pulled up with you on the back of his bike. Though surprised, he was sure you had roped the kid into coming, you seemed to be able to get away with just about anything when it came to Benny. He shook his head, as he watched Benny help you off and the two of you approached his picnic table filled with the core members of the Vandals, noting how he seemed to hold you a little tighter as if you were bound to trip and fall. 

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be takin’ it easy?” he badgered as he stood to give you a hug. 

“And miss out on a race?” you grinned as you gave him a quick hug before looping your arm back through Benny's. “Never.”

“Well, it’s good to see you’re feelin’ better, kid,” he said honestly. 

Funny Sonny caught sight of the reunion and hollered as he approached. “Hey Bunny, I’d hate to see the other guy!” 

You blushed as you remembered the bruise forming on your face and before you could say anything, Benny spoke up from beside you. “Yeah, she got ‘em good with her mean right hook.”

You grinned at him as Sonny laughed. “Hell yeah! Bunny’s a fighter now, boys!”

They cheered and you rolled your eyes playful as you leaned up on your tippy-toes to plant a kiss on Benny’s cheek. 

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Fast hard sex with Austin after he finds out you touched yourself..

“Oxytocin.”

a/n: i hate myself for this, and it’s my first smut while being like a poetry angst person. i’m a shit writer, don’t kill me don’t kill me im NEWGEN!!!! (By the way, I’m wrote this in my iPhone notes in like 2-3 hours, so I apologize if there’s spelling errors or grammatical mistakes!) Yes, the title is inspired off of Oxytocin by Drab Majesty because why tf not. (I will be sadly using Y/N until I write more and think of what to replace it with)

wrds: 3.3k (holy shit I’m sorry)

warnings: 18+, he worships you, rough sex, p in v, dumbification (my weakness), slight f-receiving oral, body worship, austin butler is a bit jealous, reader caught masturbating, very diabolical and nasty smut, LIKE REAL JUICY, slight degradation + praise, manhandling, austin loves power play, dominant! austin butler, overstimulation, aftercare (of course), porn (almost no plot?), size difference if you really squint, slight cock warming.

Your chest was rising up and down with heaving sighs, your whiny voice leaking through in small bursts every other breath. Your hand subconsciously tangled itself with the white cushions beneath your back, the other running itself along your clit and back down into your cunt. You desperately wanted to lose yourself in pleasure, to finish. Without Austin here it almost felt harder—and it made you writhe. Breathy words of plea left your swollen lips from how much you’d bitten on them. It almost felt natural to spill out your words when you felt so close to finishing.

You spread your legs a bit more, circling your clit with your index and ring finger. You clenched your thighs, trying to just finish which, at this point — felt almost impossible. Your head dipped back into the mound of plush pillows, your legs tensing up suddenly. The sound of your breath catching in your throat was pitiful almost. You let your mind rush, trying to lose yourself in the electrifying shocks of pleasure with each tiny rub to your clit. To you, Austin was really there, rubbing his hands on your waist, praising you with that raspy voice, placing soft nips on your collarbone. You imagined his hands there instead of your own, which were big enough to reach your cervix, god, how you loved the way he fucked you stupid simply with his hands.

“Fu’ ck...” you hiccuped out, your knees buckling slightly into each other as you felt yourself cum needily onto your own, sore fingers. Eyes clenching shut and your legs pressed together, you tried to catch your breath. You finally felt your shoulders relax for a moments time, and mentally, wished you knew how to please yourself better, how Austin always did. You was already making herself needy and wet again by your wandering mind:

How he’d tell how you how good you were for him. Your body writhing as you begged for him to fuck you, you craved his thrusts, his large hands coating your—

“You’re almost sad when you get off, you know that?” A sudden, and very familiar, raspy voice hit your ears, snatching you out your thoughts like a rubber band.

“Jesus Christ!” You suddenly gasped out with a breath, grabbing the closest blanket to you to cover your body.

He chuckled under his breath. God, why did he have to stare directly into her eyes everytime he spoke to her? “What, baby? You don’t like when I—“

“How long have you been watching me?” You suddenly gasped out, cutting him off. Your face was redder than before, the arousal you felt was somehow unchanging, you’d excepted to have had felt humiliated — which you did — but you expected not to still be as turned on as you were.

He was silent, and still in his outside clothes. You assumed he had probably just gotten home from some shopping trip, but you didn’t know, you couldn’t think properly. He began to walk, his long strides landed him at the end of the bed, eyes dragging across you like he was starved. A deep sigh left his throat; One of contentment. His head turned as if he was examining you in some professional way, and it made you feel entirely vulnerable.

As quick as you remembered dragging that thin blanket cover over your naked body, he snatched off you. The cold air sent shivers down your spine, or was it him? You didn’t know or care. You gasped out your heavy breaths, trying to move your hands to cover your own tits. To this, Austin smiled. It didn’t make it any better that he was fully dressed just silently staring.

“You’re so cute when you make yourself cum,” he whispered almost to no one but himself. Of course he didn’t care about answering her question.

“Only complaint I’d have…” he sighed out as he took off his jacket, turning to put it on the coat rack they had on the back of their bedroom door. Your eyes followed his body.

The loose thankfop he was in, showing off his tanned arms. That shirt always made you feral. You quickly snapped your thoughts back to the fact he was walking back to the end of the bed frame, placing his large hands on the edge of it as he stared down to you.

“Was that you didn’t even say my name, what’s up with that?” He smiled out mischievously, cocking his head to the side. You assumed it was a rhetorical question.

He suddenly furrowed his brows and reached his hands down, clenching your ankle and suddenly dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. Your breath caught again, your elbows which previously perked you up stumbling as you got dragged. You felt the bottom of your foot on the bed frame, and looked back up to his icy eyes.

“I asked you a question, baby,” he mumbled to you, rubbing your ankle in a circular motion with his thumb; almost as if he was comforting you.

You shook your head in shock, not knowing how to answer. “I…” you paused. “I’m sorry?…”

He chuckled at your stutters, almost sweetly. “Come on, baby… I wanna hear you say my name.” He coaxed out in a high-pitched, mocking tone.

You did nothing but stare back, lips gaped open — I mean, what could you have done? You felt entirely bewitched with a mix of foreign emotions. Were you supposed to feel nervous, scared, humiliated? Turned on? Dumbed down? You felt everything all at once.

With no other words, he let go of your ankle and meandered to the side of the bed where he reached down his hands to your hips, turning you towards him and pulling you against his own.. A soft grunt left him as he did so, and you could already feel his cock straining against his jeans.

“Oh my God… please…” you breathed out with almost no force, subconsciously, almost.

“Please what?” He responded bluntly, running his hands across your waist, squeezing slightly. He finally wasn’t looking at your eyes, at least; rather your tits and waist, but, it’s better than that sharp gaze directing itself into your eyes.

You didn’t answer, though. You felt too flustered and overwhelmed with everything. A quiet pleasureful sob left your throat as you ground down your hips slightly, trying to feel more of his cock. Somehow, he could notice this tiny movement.

“You wanna get off all by yourself, cum all over your hands? Huh?” He mumbled as he suddenly pulled back, the sound of his jeans unzipping sounded blissful, which was strange to your turned on brain.

“Can’t even say my fucking name when you do, huh?” He muttered almost angrily, stroking himself between the lining of his boxers, making you watch.

Your eyes were desperate, your cunt practically drooling as he made you watch him palm himself without any sort of touching on you. You assumed this was some sort of payback, considering how hard he was from just watching you.

“M’gonna make you say my fucking name.” He mumbled down to you, taking off his boxers with a swift movement.

His cock sprung free finally onto his shirt, the tip leaking with that familiar shine of pre-cum. But, still, he didn’t even think about fucking you yet. He wanted this to be drawn out, long, a process. He chuckled at your eyes which stared him up and down like some sort of statue you dreamt of.

He suddenly got down on his knees, his hands raising to run along your thighs to your knees, and back up. Suddenly, he pulled on your legs again, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed so his face was breathing air right into your dripping cunt. His hands were clenching at the love-handles on your hips, holding you still.

Those eyes of his which tantalized you with every movement stared directly into yours, examining your reaction, a smile plastered on his pink lips. Your chest was heaving with desperation, eyes gazing all over him, down to your own cunt and how close he was.

“Austin, please… I need you so fuckin’ bad.” You whispered out with a high whine.

“Yeah, you do?” He mocked that similar tone of voice, his eyes turning desperate like yours were.

You nodded and let out a soft ‘uh-huh.’ You felt your thighs subconsciously try to clench around his face, you just wanted to eat you out, not this teasing shit.

He dipped his eyes down with a smile and leaned into your cunt, placing a few sparse kisses on your already swollen clit from your own little session. A shock of overwhelming pleasure leaped up your spine, making you moan out sharply, your head tilting up to the ceiling. He suddenly darted his tongue out flat onto your cunt, lapping you up like he was starving.

The way his tongue moved was masterful, to the liking of you, of course. His hands gripped and squeezed you tightly, as if you were going to just disappear out of his hands. He lowered his head a bit more, his nose on your clit. With that, his tongue plunged into your hole, pressing into you.

Your thighs tensed slightly around his face, hands grasping his hair. “Fuck— Austin!” You sobbed out in a pathetic way, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

He shook his head slightly, his nose pressed hard onto your clit, sending a familiar shockwave up your spine. Your back arched onto nothing but the air, and it was getting hard holding yourself up. The only thing you could focus on was his tongue eating you, the squelches it made, and your pornographic moans.

As quickly as you felt close, he pulled back and lifted himself up, hands on your shoulders and shoving you down into the bed. God, how did he move so fast? The feeling of denial onto your pussy made you shake and rub your thighs together.

“Austin— why’d you stop?!” You cried out, desperately trying to make friction on yourself.

He simply chuckled, his lower face slightly glistening with your wetness. He licked his lips, and for a moment you thought you could be content right there forever. Those icy eyes ran over your naked body like some sort of poetry, he looked like he wanted to own you, and somehow, that was really fucking hot to you.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect, baby…” he whispered out lowly, raspily. You felt the slight calluses on his fingertips run down your waist like fire. Here he went on with these praises, even with how nice it was, how it lit you up, that was the problem: he’d worship you for hours, but wouldn’t even touch you.

His lips were gaped open with a sort of exhausted look, but his eyes screamed with need. His teeth clamped down on his bottom one as he leaned down, kissing feverishly along your jaw and up to your ear. His breath was heavy, but had that hint of familiar rasp to it. It practically tickled with the way he did it, and yet, you found yourself whimpering.

With a hasty movement, he finally got himself on the bed, entrapping you beneath his arms which pressed on the sides of your head. He kept his mouth on you at all times, suckling and leaving red marks you’d have to cover up. He had to remind you who you belonged to, of course. He leaned back up with a breath almost as heavy as yours, his face a flushed pink. You felt nothing but pure bliss, your neck filled with cold spots of his saliva lingering.

He suddenly smirked a bit and reached his hand down to his cock, giving himself a few pumps before he sat up on his knees. He grasped your hips again, at this point you were sure it’d leave a mark, and lifted them up. A strained cry left your throat as he used a free hand to line the tip of his cock up to your hole, needy and soaking.

“God, you’re fucking…” he rasped out before plunging in deep, immediately bottoming out with a hushed groan. You felt his tip reach your cervix and push snug against it. Your eyes rolled back, hands gripping the sheets like a vice. A strained cry left your throat, high and breathy.

“So tight.” He mouthed out bluntly as he wriggled his hips in you. The way his cock felt inside of you was like heaven, he was convinced your cunt was made for him, like a puzzle piece. He decided he wanted to stay like this for a bit.

He stared down at you once more, his chest heaving under that damned tanktop. He smiled at your eyes lingering on him, and finally took it off with ease. His chest was toned, shiny with a slight glaze of dampness from sweat, he looked fucking hot. The feeling of his cock was becoming unbearable, you wanted movement, for fucks sake.

“Come on… move—“ you whined out, frotting your hips Ina desperate attempt to feel him.

He laughed down at you, raising his hands to your tits and grabbing one with a grip strong enough to only slightly pain you, and you loved it. He examined you as he slowly kept rubbing up and down your chest and torso, leaving an invisible trail of fire and goosebumps.

“Awwh…” he hummed out, placing his hand back on your hip and thudding himself slightly into you, not even bothering to pull out, just pushing himself deeper.

“Can’t even let me enjoy a few seconds, huh? If that’s how you want it, you can have it your way…” he smiled.

As quickly as he spoke, he pulled his hips out with a sharp thrust and back in, a soft huff of groans leaving his plump lips. You felt a shock of pleasure course up your spine with how deep he was in you, how big he was. He was filling you entirely, and part of you said it kind of hurt, but God, it felt good.

He proceeded to pick up the pace at an intense speed, a soft grunt leaving with every hit of his hips into your cunt— you felt nothing but drunk off of it. He hit every angle perfectly inside of you, right on your cervix and g-spot. It was entirely blissful and almost even a bit too much with how fast he went.

“God— please! Slow—!” You tried coughing out in your mixed cacophony of loud moans, unable to even think of what to say next.

The way your thighs trembled with each thrust of his sent him wild, he reached his hands up a little to squeeze them tight, sending shocks of pleasurable pain up your spine, furthering your drunken state. Each thrust sent you back, you thought further out of reality, and you loved it.

He looked at you with this carnal desire; dominant and powerful. Pleasure shot up from your pussy to your spine, arching pathetically off the bed to urge him deeper into you.

“You can’t even think straight, can you, pretty girl?” He moaned out Ina rasp through his harsh breaths.

The way he spoke to you was licentious, filling you with more pleasure than you thought you could already have in you. You could do nothing but simply turn your head to the side, practically drooling out your mouth. Honeyed noises filled the room; skin slapping, moans, grunts, whatever you heard, it surely came from you and your noisy mouth. Surely the neighbors had already heard your desperate cries and lewd moans which reverberated off the room back into your ears.

All you could get out of your wet lips and high, breathy voice was his name, hands frantically gripping the sheets as you arched your back further to allow his cock to drive deeper into you. His hand suddenly went from its grip on your plush thighs to your dripping cunt. The sight of himself fully plunged in you made him twitch. Using his thumb, he slowly lined around your clit, making sure to not entirely touch you just yet.

“Please!” You cried out with your mixes of carnal sobs.

“Please what, baby?” He responded in that familiar voice, only breathy and worn out from his thick moans.

You couldn’t even respond, only whined out into the air and lifted your hand desperately to try and guide him to your clit. He chuckled at you like some sort of stupid puppy, flicking your hand away and finally giving your clit the attention you needed to cum. Slowly, but passionately did he rub figure-eights into your clit, the bundle of nerves sending an electrifying pleasure up your chest.

Soon enough—after his chase of pleasure and groping hands finally stuttered a bit—you started feeling that familiar warm pooling in your stomach. He noticed this almost automatically and lowered himself to plant harsh kisses right on your jaw. The way his fast breath sounded and the mix of the slight stubble on his cheeks sent you reeling.

“Come on, baby, cum all over my fuckin’ cock—such a good girl.” He whispered out, biting down under your ear.

Your orgasm hit you like a fucking train. With a lean of your head back and a bite from him, you felt your head go fuzzy and light. A loud, wanton moan suddenly left your lips, high and whiny. You sounded utterly pathetic, and he loved it, craved it. His hand was still on your clit, still thrusting his cock deep into you.

At first it was riding you through your orgasm, comfortably, but overstimulation hit you quick as he kept going, his own breath speeding with a ferocious pace. He lifted his hand from your clit and went back to your hips, seeking his own release now, as well.

“Austin—!” You yelped out like some sort of injured animal, your thighs clenching tight around his waist. With having just cum, your brain was fried. All you could think was how good his cock felt, and it was too much for you to even handle. Your hands slid up to his which gripped you tight.

“Just a little more, darling—fuck—you feel so good…” he whined out in a higher tone. It was uncommon for him to lose himself into that much pleasure, and that pathetic whine made you jump. You could barely even think, only feel.

Your walls clenched tight around him, your own cum leaking out from where he kept fucking it into you. A sudden moan, which would hopefully stain your ears for an eternity, left his heaving chest. You could feel the hot spurts of cum inside of you, which he made sure he fucked into you.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, relishing in your pleasure and the scent of sex lingering in the air. His breath was harsh and gravely, yours speedy and noisy. With that, he smiled a bit, leaning down and grabbing your jaw with one of his hands, placing a deep kiss onto your bruised lips. Your body was shaking, thighs trembling around his grasp. His cum was warm in you, it made you shiver.

He leaned back, “You’re such a noisy thing.” He patted your cheek, pulling his cock out carefully knowing how overstimulated you were.

A soft whine floated from your lips as he did, looking down at the mess you both had made. He chuckled at this, pulling up his boxers quickly and plopping himself down on the bed next to you, hand gripping at your hips. He was silent as you caught your breath, and finally looked at the man who stared back with more love than you actually even realized. You turned your body towards his, gulping down a few more breaths and placing a sparse kiss on his nose.

“I’m gonna be so sore.” You finally whispered out with a giggle, recollecting your thoughts as you felt his arms wrapped tight around you.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Oh, don’t be, it was worth it.” You whispered out in a soft manner next to his ear.

—

another a/n: sorry for being kinda late on this I think I got my first case of writers curse because I got put in the hospital from how bad my cramps where? Like wtf? Anyways. Apologies again if this is some shitty writing, this is not proofread, checked over, etc etc etc all that shit. anyways, will take requests if yall want again, thank u and goodnight and i will NOT be opening tumblr for like another day or two out of shame. If anything i will probably write angsty poetry about my feelings in a Lana Del Rey way. God bless us all, god bless America! (Im a Mexican athesit.)

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Benny is 100% a clingy bf, always has to be touching you in some shape or form. Whether it be his hand on your thigh while sitting on his lap, to simply holding hands, or the way he has his hands roaming your body as he kisses you breathless. He’s just gotta keep you close so he can protect you, y’know?

i 100% agree with you :'(

somehow turned slightly nsfw idk i'm just a girl

you're a source of stability for benny n'he likes knowing you're there. it's not enough that you wear his jacket or take his last name - no he's gotta be touching you always. he loves havin' you on the back of his bike, your familiar weight pressed against him is grounding and comforting and he's always reachin' back, squeezin' your knee or runnin' his gloved hands along your legs :( he likes when you sit on his lap at the clubhouse cuz he can nuzzle his nose into your hair and press feather-light kisses just below your ear. he falls asleep with an arm thrown over your waist. wakes you up by brushing the hair outta your face. hold your hand 'cross the kitchen table. bumps his knee against yours on the sofa, so yeah, benny is always touchin' you n'when he's not, he's thinkin' about it. on the road with johnny, tossing restlessly in some far-off motel bed, his thoughts drift to you; your sweet-scented perfume and flickering lashes and how you nuzzle into his palm when he touches your face and how you arch against him when his ministrations turn sensual. benny's hand doesn't feel as good as yours, but it'll do n'yeah, he knows he shouldn't be doin' this, not with johnny in the room but he's a heavy sleeper and is snorin' in the next bed over and surely he'd understand, right? s'not his fault - benny's head is never clear when you're in it - you're so good to 'em, know how to touch him, how to flick your wrist in a way that drives him absolutely mad and he just can't replicate it and it pisses him off but he's so desperate that he spills all over his stomach to the memory of you wrapped so snug 'round him. benny loves touchin' ya, n'can't wait to get home to feel you again.

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Ridin' or Nothin' || Benny Cross x Reader

Summary: A little exchange of services

Warnings: hella fluff, angst, suggestive content

Word count: 5.1k

|*|

You had been watching him, that much you could admit. Your eyes always caught him on the road, riding around with the wind in his hair. Sometimes you’d even see him walking around with a cigarette tucked between his slightly chapped lips, he was rarely without one. He exuded a sense of danger that both intrigued and scared you. But there was something about the way he moved, rough yet graceful, that made your heart skip a beat whenever he passed by. However, you never dared to approach him, always hiding in the background observing.

You didn’t mind, it was comfortable.

The town was small so it was easy to watch him. Easy to find him even because he was always in the same places. Bar, road, gas station, and occasionally grocery store. That last one was rare though. When you saw him across the aisle looking at bread, you thought you were hallucinating.

It was a rather strange sight; he looked so out of place. A tall, blonde biker in a grocery store with mothers and children, casually looking at bread. You would have giggled if you weren’t so nervous. Your lips slightly parted as you lost motor control of your body, the bag of rolls you held falling out of your hands.

“Shoot,” you muttered as you quickly bent down to pick them, trying to prevent the weird looks from staying on you.

You chuckled nervously as you rose up, giving timid looks to the grandmas and moms looking at you.

“Hello dear,” a high-pitched voice greeted cheerfully, forcing you to shift focus.

Turning around, you came face to face with Mrs. Leonard, a regular at your family’s bakery. She was an older lady having several grandkids that she loved to gush about. But, despite being older, she still had strength that astounded you greatly. You weren’t surprised to see her here, just bummed that she was here now, the only time you had seen biker boy here.

“Hello, Mrs. Leonard,” you smiled. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Oh, likewise,” she smiled back sweetly. “What are you doing looking at rolls, sweety? I couldn’t imagine buying rolls here when I could have yours to eat for free.”

You smile at her compliment, your ears warming.

“I was simply looking. I’m actually looking for ingredients. I’m trying a new recipe for a raspberry curd cake. How’s your son? I heard he’s back in town.”

“That sounds mighty tasty. And oh, he is just wonderful. It’s so nice to see my grandkids. Ya know, ever since they moved to California-”

And she was off. You liked Mrs. Leonard, truly you did, but you could never get used to her never-ending monologues about who-knows-what. She was a cute old lady, though.

As she spoke, you moved to put the rolls back on the shelf, and when you turned to look back at the biker, he was gone. A small crease in between your eyebrows developed as your bottom lip found its way between your teeth. You nibbled on it as you felt disappointment wash over you. However, you quickly masked it with a well-practised smile.

As you wandered the store next to the old lady, your mind wandered back to the handsome biker who had been standing right across the aisle. You perked up slightly as you realised that that was the closest you had ever been to him. You could practically smell the gasoline and cologne that wafted off of him. You had even seen the small freckles on his face and took note of his faint sun-kissed cheeks, just the slightest bit of pink.

This was also the first time you’d seen him without a cigarette.

You felt a tug at the corner of your lips that only stopped when you rubbed it away.

“Dear? Hello? Bun!”

Your eyes snapped to Mrs. Leonard, hearing the nickname given to you by your family.

“Are you alright, bun,” she asked, placing a hand over yours. “You’re awfully quiet.”

“Oh. Yes ma’am. I’m quite alright, just a bit tired is all. No need to worry. What was that you were saying?”

“Oh, yes! Monti, the dreadful boy has been tearing at-”

Her story continued on until you had finished checking out and had to part ways. And when your back hit the seat of your car you let out the biggest sigh of the week. What was supposed to have been a ten-minute grocery run for fresh raspberries and lemon juice had turned into a 45-minute gossiping session. The energy that was supposed to be used to bake that new raspberry curd cake had been exerted to try to keep up with Mrs. Leonard. Now, you’d have to pull from nothing.

Your head slammed into the steering wheel with a groan that was quickly replaced with a yelp when your car horn went off. People entering and exiting the store turned to look at your car in confusion and slight offence.

“Sorry,” you chuckled timidly.

|*|

The next day rolled around, and you were excited to put out your new Raspberry Delight, which is what you had decided to call your new cake. You had been experimenting with this cake for the past two weeks, figuring out what to layer, and how sweet the raspberry curd should be. Should they have a raspberry jam? Was that too much? Perhaps, a layer of crumble? But, last night, you had perfected everything and had gotten the green light from both your mother and your father to sell.

You had decided to sell it in these cute mason jars and had personally tied the little maroon bows on it. You were setting out the last of the baked goods into the little window by the register when the doorbell rang, letting you know that someone had entered the store.

“Good morning,” you greeted cheerfully, from below the register, setting the dirty trays there.

“Good morning,” a gruff voice spoke.

You stood abruptly.

He was here.

Tall, dark, and handsome was here…right in front of you.

You, who probably has flour all over her and who is sweating from the ovens.

“What can I get for you today,” you say softly, looking down and wiping your hands on your apron.

“I couldn’t help but overhear you yesterday, about the raspberry…something cake. It sounded mighty good and I thought I would come by and get it before it sold out.”

“You were listening,” you let out, surprised.

“I sure was missy. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of something so tasty,” he admits with a sly smile.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his statement.

“Okay, one Raspberry Delight, anything else?”

“Is there anything else you would recommend?”

As you let yourself think, the man let himself look at you. You didn’t notice, but the biker’s eyes never left you and one thing he noticed was that your eyes never met his. He didn’t like that. He wanted to look at him. He needed you to look at him.

He saw your eyes light up as you thought of something, making the man smile. And just as you were about to speak, a sharp voice interrupted

“Excuse me.”

The sharpness in your mother’s tone made you bite at the inside of your cheek.

“Good morning, ma’am,” the man smiled politely, despite her cold demeanour.

“We don’t serve customers like you,” your mother bit.

You knew your mother’s opinion on the growing biker gang in town. Your father and your mother both thought that the group of men were a bunch of bums who had no right to be causing such a fuss. They hated The Vandals, almost as much as satan. You recalled nights at the dinner table where your father's anger had boiled over, making him claim to do awful things to the biker gang. What’s worse, your mother had egged him on.

The man’s smile faltered at your mother’s words, but he recovered quickly.

“I just wanted to buy a cake,” he said calmly.

You could see the tension in his posture, the way his eyes flickered between your mother and you.

“Mom,” you said softly. “You always say business is business.”

“Well, this is MY business,” she snapped. “And I reserve the right to refuse service. Get out of my store.”

You felt a mix of emotions swirling inside you - frustration at your mother’s closed-mindedness, and sympathy for the man standing in front of you.

Your eyes met his, and you hoped that he could understand the apology. He nodded towards you, and you watched his jaw feather in annoyance. You felt your heart drop at the realisation that he might blame you.

“I’ll take my leave then,” he said, walking away as he took a cigarette out of the box.

“Yeah, you go on now,” your mother sneered, causing you to flinch.

He didn’t respond as the doorbell dinged.

You watched as the man walked away, his back straight and his steps purposeful. You couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt weighing heavily on your shoulders.

You swallowed in disappointment in yourself and your lack of ability to stand up to your mother and in your mother for her lack of empathy and kindness.

“Don’t you ever talk to them folks again? Ya hear?”

“But-”

“I don’t want to hear it,” she cut you off. “You so much as go near them, and I’ll make sure you don’t leave the house again. You understand me, girl.”

You just looked down, and your mother took that as a yes. She went back to the kitchen, muttering obscenities under her breath, and you went back to setting up for the day, now with a heavy heart.

As the day went on, you found it difficult to concentrate on the daily operations of the bakery. Your hands moved mechanically as you went through the motions of baking, but your heart was heavy with a mix of curiosity and guilt. Each served customer was a reminder of the one you couldn’t serve, the very one you wanted to the most.

“Hey,” your dad said softly. “What’s going on in your head bun?”

“Oh, nothing,” you smiled sweetly, perfectly masking your growing frustration with your parents, the town, and life in general. “Just a little tired is all. I stayed up late trying to come up with a new thing to work on and now that the raspberry cake is done I need something new. I’m going to go make a new batch of the Raspberry Delights.”

You tightened the scarf around your head as you walked back to the kitchen to grab the fresh tray of cookies that needed icing.

“Okay,” your dad called. “But focus! We don’t need you burning yourself again because you were off in Neverland.”

You knew he was joking, but it did nothing but jab the knife a little deeper.

As you began making the base for the cake, you found yourself wondering why you bothered to stay. It was your baked goods in the window, and yet, it was their name on the sign, getting the money, and it was them making fun of you.

Every time you brought up the fact that you wanted a portion of the profits because they were selling your ideas, they had a fit and said, “Your baking isn’t even that good. Since you now have a couple of things in the window, you think you can call the shots, huh? Is that what it is? Well, maybe we’ll just take them out.”

It was empty threats, and you knew it was, your items were some of the best sellers, but it never stopped the fear that entered your system. However, the thought that you might never leave and be stuck here with parents who don’t respect you or your creations scared you more.

A newfound determination lit up in your gut as you baked.

That evening, after closing up, you told your parents you wanted to work on a new pastry that you’d been thinking about and that you’d meet them at home. They had been hesitant but let you stay in the end, telling you to be careful on your way back. You waited a good 20 minutes to make sure they weren’t coming back before gathering up your things and the two freshly made Raspberry Delight jars and locking up the store.

The cool night air brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine, your heartbeat quickening. You hopped on your bike and threw your bag in the basket, careful not to break the glass before you took off down the road. Even a couple of blocks down, you could hear the rumble of engines and the faint sound of laughter from the home of the town’s biker gang.

As you approached the bar, you hesitated, hopping off your bike that suddenly felt childish next to the rows of motorcycles. You could hear the whooping and hollering of the men inside and jumped when you heard the sound of shattering glass followed by laughter.

Your breath left you in small huffs as the chilly night air nipped at your cheeks. The two jars in your bag hit each other softly, causing a ‘clink’ to echo through the empty space. It also caused a surge of resolve. You jogged up to the doors before the newfound confidence disappeared and opened them gently. You entered the bar without making a sound and closed the doors even softer than you had opened them.

The dimly lit bar was crowded with rowdy bikers, their denim jackets adorned with patches and studs that allowed the light to glint off of them. The air is thick with the scent of smoke, sweat, and alcohol. As you stood there, taking it all in, you could also smell the distinct scent of leather and engine oil.

As you make your way through the crowd, you try to avoid making eye contact, feeling small and out of place.

Don’t draw attention. Don’t draw attention. Don’t draw attention. Don’t draw attention.

That mantra in your head continued as you hugged your bag close and made yourself small. Navigating the crowded bar proved to be rather difficult, especially when you were trying not to hit anyone. A plethora of ‘sorry’ and ‘excuse me’ left your lips before you reached an empty table in the back. You sit your bag down and allowed yourself to breathe as best you could anyway, the taste of smoke filled your mouth, making it dry and slightly bitter. You try to swallow, but the air feels too thick and heavy to allow it.

The dim, hazy lighting of the bar, combined with the smoke from cigarettes and the bodies, made it difficult to see clearly. People pressed close together, their limbs hitting one another.

You stuck out like a sore thumb. You had worn a corduroy skirt that day and, if that wasn’t bad enough, a pastel blue halter accompanied it. If ‘Look at Me’ had a mascot, it’d be you.

The tips of your ears burned as your eyes scanned the crowd of bikers. Normally, you could find tall and blonde easily but, in this crowd, it was like trying to find a needle in a needle stack.

However, after about 10 minutes of searching, you found him near the pool table. His eyes fixed on the green felt with an intensity that you could feel from all the way across the room.

You allowed yourself to just stare, taking in his rugged appearance that finally seemed to fit into his surroundings. His arms were on full display, and the light caught the ridges of his muscles in a sinfully perfect way. His hair was tousled and swooped up as if the wind had permanently swept it there. The thought made you giggle. You took in his tattoos, his rings, and the grease stains his shirt housed. The stains alone sent you to a whole daydream.

Visions of him fixing a motorcycle, his muscles moving seamlessly as he worked. His focus fixed on the machinery, understanding the beauty and power of the bike, and knowing exactly what it needed. A playful smile on his lips as he caressed the engine. The sunlight catching the sweat glistening on his skin, highlighting every curve and ridge of his body. His strong hands, covered in grease, as he worked with precision and finesse. The occasional grunt or sigh as he exerts force in just the right places. Every now and then, he let out a satisfied chuckle as he successfully fixes a part.

Before you knew it, you had replaced the motorcycle.

You let out a squeak at your own imagination. Causing heads to turn towards you. For once, you didn’t notice because you were too busy mentally beating yourself.

You had to give him these cakes before you embarrassed yourself even more.

You took a deep breath to steady your nerves before making your way over to him, each step feeling heavier with the weight of uncertainty.

As you approached, he finally tore his gaze away from the pool table and locked eyes with you. There was a flicker of surprise in his expression, quickly masked by a guarded demeanour. You could sense the tension in his posture as you stood before him, unsure of how he would react to your presence.

He walked toward you, cue stick in hand. His piercing blue eyes bore into yours as he got closer.

“Can I help you with something, sweetheart,” he asked, his gruff voice filling your senses. He leaned against the cue stick, bringing him closer to you. Even hunched over he looked down at you, you had never felt so small.

"I... I brought you these," you stammered out, holding out the two jars of Raspberry Delights towards him. "What happened at the bakery earlier wasn't right and I’m ashamed that I just stood by and let it happen. Please accept them as an apology."

He studied you for a moment, his face contorting slightly as a myriad of emotions flickered. Finally, he reached out and took the jars from your shaky hands.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his gaze softening.

You nodded with a smile, clasping your hands together and letting out a breath of relief. You rocked back and forth on your feet as you realised that you hadn’t planned out a conversation in your head. You had no clue what to say to the man standing in front of you.

As you struggled to find the right words, only two came out:

“Okay bye.”

You were moving before you could register, bolting out of the crowded bar and into the crisp air of the night. You allowed yourself to breathe in deeply, filling your lungs fully for the first time since you entered the bar. It was also easier to breathe without him being near.

You swallowed as you stood straight up and shuffled towards your bike. Your lip found its place between your teeth while you replayed the interaction in your head. You shrunk into yourself at how you acted. You had dreamed of an interaction with tall and blond for months, given him numerous names that never seemed to fit. You had thought about wowing him with a quick tongue and a perfected sense of humour. But, when it came down to it, you chickened out. You literally ran away.

You reached your bike, which now seemed extra childish coming out of the bar. Now that you think about it, you’ve never been so close to a motorcycle before, only looking from afar. The need to inspect the bike tugged at your heart. It didn’t take much for you to give in.

You reached out and let your fingertips graze the frame of the bike, collecting the dirt that had found a home on the metal. Your eyes trailed the winding metal of the interior, wondering what each thing did. You could smell the gasoline and faintly taste metal on the tip of your tongue, and you smiled at its slight sweetness.

“You like bikes?”

Your hands flinched back as if the bike itself had spoken and your eyes went to the voice.

“Um,” you stuttered as you were met with tall and blond. “I, uh, I don’t have an opinion on them. They’re pretty though.”

“Pretty?” he chuckled, flicking the butt of the cigarette to the ground.

“Mmhmm. I’ve never seen one up close before. I apologise for touching them, it won’t happen again.”

“Calm down,” he smiled. “You look like I’m about to cut your hand off.”

You swallowed thickly and dusted off the dirt your fingertips had collected.

“Come here.”

His tone was friendly and inviting yet commanding, so you followed him over to a particular motorcycle that he leaned against.

“This one’s yours?” you asked/stated.

He just smiled a crooked smile and nodded.

“You can inspect to your heart's content, little miss.”

You feel a familiar tug at your lips as you let yourself circle the bike. It was a lot nicer than the last one, in your opinion. The black colour of the fenders matched tall and blonde, and the framework looked well-loved. You allowed your fingers to touch the bike, letting them trail down the seat until they reached the end of the bike and fell off.

“Hey, listen,” his voice making you snap your eyes to him. “How ‘bout as payment for the cakes, I take you on a ride?”

Your heart jumped into your throat, “Oh, I could never. I’m happy to watch from a distance.”

“Oh,” he feigned a pout as you walked back to where he was leaning. “Well then miss, I hate to say this but I can’t accept these.”

He pulled out a jar from each of his pockets and presented them to you.

“What?” you looked at the cakes and then back at him, offence displaying itself on your features.

“You heard me,” he smirked. “It wouldn’t be right. You put an awful lotta work into these cakes, you can’t just be given ‘em away.”

You bit your lip at the predicament in frustration and furrowed your eyebrows. The tall man raised an eyebrow and fought a smile that told you he was enjoying this.

“So, you’re saying if I let you give me a ride…you’ll take the cakes?”

“Yes I am, miss,” he confirms. “It would be my pleasure.”

An internal battle raged in you, but all you had to do was glance at the look on his face. The thrill of the unknown mingled with the warmth of his smile was enough to make your heart race. His eyes housed a genuine want, a need, and far be it from you to deny him. The “battle” was over before it even started.

“Fine, yeah, okay,” you relented.

His grin widened as he got on and gestured for you to hop on behind him. You couldn’t contain the flutter of excitement as you settled onto the motorcycle, wrapping your arms securely around his waist. The engine roared to life beneath you, vibrating with power and promise, mirroring your heartbeat.

“Hold on to me,” he instructed.

You swallowed before wrapping your arms around him gingerly, really your arms formed a ring around him, not touching him at all.

“You’ll need to hold on a little tighter, miss,” he chuckled.

Slowly, your arms tightened around him, a little too slow for him apparently because he kicked off suddenly causing you to grip him harshly.

“You jerk,” you shouted, as the wind nipped against your skin.

You couldn’t hear it but could feel the laugh the man in front of you let out, his strong back convulsing in a familiar rhythm. Your cheek was pressed against the denim of his jacket, and you could feel the warmth radiating from him. Lights and corn fields passed by in a blurry mix, and soon the stars were the only thing you could see clearly.

His rythmatic breathing brought a smile to your lips, and you could picture the look of pure serenity on his face. His cologne mixed with cigarettes and gasoline became one you already missed as you breathed in deeply, savouring every moment.

You understood now, the feeling The Vandals sought out, it was peace. It was forgetting everything and giving it all to the road ahead of them. The thrill of speed coursed through your veins, exhilarating and freeing. You held on to the man in front of you, feeling the powerful rumble of the motorcycle beneath you as it devoured the distance.

Every now and again he would look back to check on you, and every time you’d give him the same reassuring nod that let him know you were doing okay.

As you rode deeper into the night, a sense of liberation washed over you. The worries and insecurities that had plagued your mind earlier faded into the background, replaced by a sense of adventure and possibility. The road stretched out before you like an endless ribbon, beckoning you to explore its twists and turns.

However, it was over too soon. Before long, you had found your way back to the biker gang’s bar.

He finally came to a stop in a small open space, the engine purring to a halt. You untangled yourself from him, stepping off the bike with shaky legs.

You turned to face him, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. His eyes bore into yours, a mix of mystery and need.

“Thank you,” you beamed. “That was wonderful.”

“My pleasure miss,” he grins back, a hint of sadness flashing across his face as he got off the bike.

“I’m jealous,” you admitted, watching as took off his gloves. “You get to do that every day.”

“You could too,” he says before he could catch himself, leaning against it. “If you wanted to.”

“That would be amazing,” you say, rocking back and forth on your toes in thought.

The man smiled at your frame, admiring the way you could disappear into your head at the drop of a hat.

“Oh,” you snapped out of your reverie, shocking the man before you. “Now you have to eat the cake.”

“What,” he deadpanned.

“You have to eat the cake,” you repeated. “I kept my end of the deal now you keep yours.”

“I don’t have a-”

“Here,” you say, pulling a spoon from your bag.

“I don’t know where that spoon had been,” he smirks.

“Can you just try it,” you mumbled. “I want to see if you like it.”

He couldn’t say no to you even if he wanted to.

Putting the spoon in his mouth, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out one of the jars of Raspberry Delights. As he twists it open he swears he sees your eyes widen, and he has to stop himself from blushing at your eagerness.

You're practically bouncing while you watch him dip the spoon into the cake and put it to his lips. You hold your breath as he takes it in.

His brows furrow before he breaks out into a smile.

“That’s fucking delicious,” he lets out. “It's not too sweet, which I like.”

He watches as you glow brighter at the compliments.

“I’m glad you like it,” you sigh, looking at the ground in shyness.

“I love it, little miss,” he corrects, as he takes another spoonful of the raspberry cake into his mouth. “Now, I’m jealous. You get to eat these all the time.”

“I can fix that,” you giggle, and before you can think you're cleaning the corner of his mouth with your thumb lovingly.

As you begin to retract your hand, he grabs hold of it, keeping your hand on his face. His eyes watched you intently. There was a raw intensity in them, a fire that burned bright against the darkness. His rough fingers smoothed out yours so that you were caressing his face, his hand still covering yours.

You were so shocked and entranced by the touch that you didn’t notice his tongue darting out to clean your thumb.

A yelp echoed through the night as he sucked on the leftover raspberry cream, your skin prickling with a sudden heat. His eyes remained trained on yours, a twinge of playfulness circling his irises. He observed your gaze fall to where his tongue connected with your finger. He watched as your lips parted in concentration and curiosity.

He loved that look, the eagerness in your eyes to see what would happen next. He also loved the power you gave him in the moment, the trust you gave him to guide you.

He wanted more. He craved more. He craved you.

Your eyes flickered to his as he released your hand and reached out to caress your face. The rough calluses of his hand actually felt nice against your soft cheeks and, unconsciously, you leaned into it. The gesture brought a loving smile to his face.

He set the jar of raspberry cake on the back of his bike and let his hand fall to the small of your waist, pulling you closer. The gasp you let out only fueled his growing need for you. Your chest rose and fell against him and you felt the tips of your ears beginning to burn. The focus in his gaze made you feel like the only girl in the world, and that terrified you. At that moment, the only thing you wanted to do at that moment was look down or away from him, but the hand on your cheek didn’t allow it.

“Can I kiss you miss?” he breathed out, already bringing you closer.

“Please,” you let out, surprising yourself.

He didn't waste another second and closed the gap between you, his lips meeting yours in a fervent, intoxicating kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away as you melted into each other, a whirlwind of passion and desire consuming every inch of your being.

His kiss was like nothing you had ever experienced before, a mixture of roughness and tenderness that sent shivers down your spine. You found yourself lost in the moment, your hands instinctively clinging onto his jacket as he deepened the kiss, his demeanour shifting from playful to intense.

As the kiss lingered, time seemed to stand still. It was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other's arms beneath the moonlit sky. The night air crackled with electricity, and you could feel the heat radiating between you as if it were its own entity.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were left breathless and flushed, your chests rising and falling in sync. His eyes bore into yours, lips falling into a smile.

“I’m, uh, I’m Benny,” he stuttered, his cheeks becoming a slight pink.

“Hello Benny,” you giggle at his sudden show of shyness. “Everyone calls me Bun.”

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A/n: first time writing for Austin!! Feedback is welcomed. Hope you enjoyed!!

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teasing

word count: 956 pairing: austin butler x female reader rating: NC-17 summary: anon request "can u do an austin fic w him teasing the reader pls? maybe teasing her saying how much his voice turns her on etc" notes: heed the rating--this is a self-indulgent spicy post. probably not as much fluff as you wanted, given that we're dealing with this man's voice.

“I think you like it.”

Your eyes roll back into your head as you focus on making lunch, one foot in front of the other, so to speak. You have to concentrate on your movements because Austin isn’t exactly wrong. Honestly, this is all your fault, you know that. One round of dirty talk in bed, now all of a sudden Austin thinks he’s a god.

Well…

“I think,” You look at him over your shoulder as he leans back against the counter in the kitchen, “Your head is gettin’ too big to walk through some of the doorways.”

Austin grins, “One head is definitely gettin’ big.”

You scoff out laugh that is supposed to sound like you’re annoyed at how bad that innuendo is, but you’re not. Not by a long shot. There’s heat pooling in the center of your core. Fucking Austin Butler. You turn your attention back to making lunch, opening the fridge to put mayo away, and closing it.

You’re hyper aware of how his body moves even though you can’t see him. Being together for so long, it’s just something you can sense. There’s a quiet shift, he steps closer, and suddenly his chest is against your back. A gentle touch but the heat of his body and the smell of his skin is so intoxicating.

You shiver just a little.

Austin runs his hands down your arms and it stills your movements on the counter, suddenly forgetting this lunch that felt so important ten minutes ago. You can feel his breath brush against your neck before he presses a kiss to your pulse point.

“I think…I know what I saw last night.” He says, his voice like gravel along the shell of your ear.

Oh you’re definitely not playing this game, “Oh yeah?” You raise your eyebrows, turning your head just a little for your noses to brush, “What’d you see?”

He smiles, holding your gaze, his hand skittering across your stomach, dipping lower. You can’t help but shift back into him, giving him more space. “I saw how wet you got when I started talkin’ to you,” He undoes the buttons on your shorts, zipper following, his ring snagging a bit on the fabric but he gets his hand exactly where you want it.

In your panties.

“Like you are right now.” He brushes his thumb over slick heat and sharp noise leaves your lips.

A groan follows and you lift one of your hands to cover your face, “God, you’re so annoying.”

Austin chuckles, his other hand taking yours away from hiding your expression. He presses a kiss to your jawline, wrapping his arm around you as he eases you back against him, his fingers spreading you, pointer finger dipping in wetness before circling a bundle of nerves.

“Austin,” You breathe out.

He hums lightly, drawing another kiss to your cheek, “I got you,” He whispers, “…as soon as you admit you know what I’m talkin’ about.”

Fucking tease.

You shake your head quickly and almost make the decision to leave his embrace, but he’s holding onto you to the point where you can’t move…even if you wanted to.

“You like that baby?” He asks, “You like the sound of my voice in your ear?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, tipping your head back until it lands on his shoulder. A shuddered moan leaves your throat as he teases you, one finger, then two, always special attention to your clit. You shift back further, grinding a bit against him, you can feel how hard he is along your back and that only edges you forward.

Your breathing picks up, your neck exposed as another full bodied shudder works through you. God this so unfair. You can feel Austin smile against your throat, pressing another kiss there, your legs widening to accommodate his hand. 

“M’not gonna let you cum until you admit it.” 

And just like that, he brings you to a peak and leaves you there. A whine of frustration bubbles in your throat. 

“God, you fucking suck.” You snap. 

Austin smirks, pressing a soothing kiss to your jaw as his finger circles your clit. Too slow. “Kinda like it when you yell at me.” 

You roll your hips back into his cock and he stills you to stop, squeezing your hip. “C’mon.” Austin slips his fingers inside you again, thumb brushing your clit, lips against the shell of your ear. 

“You like the sound of my voice—against your neck, your lips, your ear—”  He picks up the pace of his hand again, your breathing quickening. “Here.” He presses his thumb against your clit. 

Fuck okayokayokay—

“I do—fine, I do, Austin please.” 

Austin smiles, pressing the sweetest kiss to your cheek. “Good girl.” 

No sooner do the words leave his mouth does he give you what you want and it doesn’t take you very much to tumble right over the edge—especially in combination with that praise. You squeeze your eyes shut and let go, pulse after pulse of pleasure roaring through you that Austin draws out before you’re boneless against him.

His body holds yours up and when he slips his hand out of your jean shorts, you turn in the embrace and lean heavily along his chest, tucking your face into his neck. He smiles, dipping his chin and pressing a kiss to the bridge of your nose. Wrapping your arms loosely around his waist, he keeps you close for a few long moments as your high settles down.

“Forget lunch,” He says after a moment, quickly lifting you up so that your legs wrap around him. “M’hungry for somethin’ else.” You can’t help but laugh as he carries you towards the bedroom

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it takes them a minute to get there- goofy boys! but i loved austin’s answer to this question. love that boy to bits, never change honey <3 (x)

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AUSTIN BUTLER Cosmopolitan UK (Jan, 2024)

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in the wise words of me on twitter 30 seconds ago “just grab his ass already callum god damn”

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Smooth Pretender

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

Prompt: You and Austin can't keep your hands off each other at a very important awards show, and you risk it all to quench the insatiable sexual appetite.

Word Count: 9.6k

Warnings: swearing, semi public sex / touching in the company of people, (would this be considered exposition? Lol genuinely wondering), fingering (f. receiving), SMUT; oral (f. receiving), p in v sex. and obvs...baz being adorable to austin lol

Los Angeles, California; 8:00am

The faint chimes of your phone's alarm clock looped in a sweet sing-song, rousing you from your deep slumber. You groaned, annoyed that your sleep deprived body had to be jostled back to the land of the living. No matter how hard you passed out, jet lag drained you of every human function - rendering you like a zombie with a groggy morning voice and a dull pounding at your temples. If today wasn't such a special occasion, you would have the right mind to throw your phone clear across the room and snooze until noon. But it wasn't every day that you get to go to a glamorous award ceremony with your talented boyfriend, who was a nominee and up for the accolades.

Austin was always busy with work. He had a few films he was dutifully working on. His latest project took him to Ohio to shoot a film, and you barely got to see him. Especially because every other weekend he had to fly to California as awards season is ramping up in speed. His role as Elvis Presley in the Baz Luhrmann picture has him sweeping the competition, everyone is pretty positive he's gonna win the prestigious Oscar. Austin on the other hand, isn't so sure. He's keeping his feet on solid ground. But while he's in the running for his awards, he's being pulled back and forth across the continent to do Q&As and give interviews. While it's been wonderful to see your man get the recognition you know he so ardently deserves, you'd be kidding yourself if you said you didn't miss him. You've barely had a chance to see each other properly in months. But today was different.

With the wrapping for The Bikeriders completed, he had to fly right back to California and be at the awards ceremony tonight. You were so excited when he facetimed you saying he had purchased a one way plane ticket for you to California so you could be his date to the ceremony. Finally, you were going to see Austin and support him on this very important day. But you were scared shitless at the same time. This would be your first time going to an extremely photographed and high profile public event with Austin. Since you knew how the general public could be, you didn't want anything you accidentally did or said to be taken out of context. So you knew you had to be presentable and be on your best behavior - as anything mildly negative could reflect poorly on not only you but on Austin. And any bad press at such a serious juncture was not what was needed.

Your eyes slowly blinked open. The Egyptian cotton sheets felt like heaven on earth to your naked body as you writhed on the bed, rolling over on your front and burying your face in the silk pillows. Not even bothering to look, your hand nearest the bedside table fumbles absentmindedly for your phone, putting it on silent. Fine, I guess I better get up.

You huffed, shifting in your hotel king sized bed, and realizing pretty quickly that the warmth of Austin's naked body wasn't laying next to you. Furrowing your brows, you rolled over to the other side of the bed and felt out with your hand - emptiness. Damn, Austin must have woken up much earlier than you to get a few things done before the ceremony. His PR team always had him going to some kind of interview, or round table event - more campaigning for his Oscar. Waking up in bed alone in your hotel room in LA bright and early wasn't exactly how you wanted your day to go. But you learned that being with Austin meant you had to forego any and all expectations of what a normal relationship would be like, and that was okay with you. You both enriched each other's lives and would be in despair without each other.

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stretched your aching limbs, shaking away the pins and needles from your arms before padding barefoot on the expensive carpet to the bathroom.

As the day wore on, you still saw no signs of Austin. You imagined that you two would be getting ready in the hotel room together with the entourage of stylists, hair dressers, and makeup artists primping you two up as the hottest couple of the season. But nope, you were still alone aside from any room service men you called to place an order for breakfast, which was a few hours ago.

You sat on the bed, watching something mindless on the tv when suddenly you heard a knock at the door. Your heart raced in your chest. Finally, maybe now was the time you'd have to get ready to endure hours of hair pinning and makeup brushes stamping your eyes and face with makeup. And as you predicted, when you opened the door an entire entourage walked right passed you in a frenzy with their work bags in tow. The hairstylist set down her foldout chair for you to sit in and got to the task of setting up all her hot tools, hair pins, and clips out on the large bathroom vanity table. The makeup artist worked around the hairdresser, setting up her own makeshift spread on the other side of you. It was overwhelming seeing all the different shades of lipstick, blush, eyeshadow, and various pairs of wispy false lashes all placed neatly in a tidy row. With the unfurling of her makeup brush case, and the hairstylist brushing out your hair free of knots, the process of making you drab to fab was about to begin. And your stomach was doing horrific summersaults.

You weren't sure how much time had passed since you started getting dolled up, but you were getting antsy to see how you looked in the full length mirror out in the foyer. The stylist and the makeup artist were nice enough thankfully, making small talk with you and settling your nerves as they asked about your day and how you felt about the upcoming ceremony. They asked you how you envisioned yourself out on the red carpet, and they took your ideas but gave a professional spin on it - doing a much better job than you probably could with your own makeup and hair tools. You were grateful for the help.

Sometime in the middle of getting done up, you heard another knock at the door, and the makeup artist rushed to open the door, ushering in a team of 3 stylists carrying a long dry-cleaning bag on a hanger with your dress inside it. Austin's personal stylist had given you a suggestion of three dresses to pick from that she had in her arsenal that was your size, given maybe a stitch or two in quick alterations. When you saw the pictures she had sent you of a gorgeous bright red floor length dress with a thigh-high slit, deep v-neck, and low back you knew right away this was your dress. It was gorgeous but it wasn't over the top.

Finally after some final last minute touches, your face and hair were set. The stylists led you to the mirror so you could get a look at yourself, and you nearly fell to the floor. Your hair was curled to perfection with delicate tendrils of your long hair falling over your shoulder. And your had a sultry, fox eye makeup look with winged liner, wispy lashes, and a bold red lip to compliment the dress. Damn, you just know Austin is gonna drop to his knees when he sees you in this. But you're not done yet. The last thing you needed was to slip into your dress and nude heels, and then you were complete.

And here you were, looking like you stepped out of a painting. The gaggle of stylists had packed up their things and left the room once their job was complete, leaving you alone to your own devices and chasing the butterflies in your stomach as the clock neared go-time. You were standing by the vast, expansive floor to ceiling windows of your hotel room, looking down at the LA horizon. All the cars down in traffic looked like mere specs on the glass. But it looked beautiful with the golden sun peaking through the clouds. You were so lost in through, trying to quell your nerves, that you didn't register the slotting of the key card and the familiar thudding steps that got louder until they stopped in their tracks.

"My god, you look like a vision." Said Austin longingly, as if his breath was taken away from him the moment he set eyes on you.

The familiar timbre of your man's voice sent a warm shiver down your spine. You turned around slowly, gathering the fabric of your dress and swinging it around so you don't trip. Finally you were face to face with the one person in the world that you'd move mountains for, who's arms that yearned to be around your naked waist this morning were sorely missed - and as he drank in the sight of you, you nearly lost your balance as you were struck with the most handsome man you've ever met in your life. How lucky you were, you thought, to be by his side. All of those sleepless nights curled up in the fetal position wearing his shirt that lingered with his sweet cologne while he was on the other side of the country made those moments worth it. It was in the thousand mile stare, the quivering lip, the hand over the heart, and crystalline orbs that hold every ounce of love for you that reminded you right now of why you chose Austin Butler as the man to spend the rest of eternity with.

And damn did he ever look fine. He's in a bolero jacket phase and you hope he never stops wearing them. The cropped length accentuates his devastatingly long legs. All donned in black, he looks tailor made and strikingly good looking - especially in his newfound facial hair that leaves you compressing your thighs tight to skive off the rush of arousal pooling in your barely-there panties.

You absentmindedly brushed some flyaway hairs from your forehead. Your blood red lips form the most softest of smiles that's reminiscent of old Hollywood glamor. "You look not so bad yourself, handsome." You purr.

Austin's pearly whites blinded you, his moustache prickling the sides of his plush mouth as he puts on the biggest of grins. "Do a twirl for me baby, please. I wanna see the whole thing." He says softly.

You oblige him. The slit of your dress exposes your leg, giving him a flash of your thigh and your foot slipped perfectly into sexy heels that define the muscles of your calves. You purse your lips, not taking your sultry eyes off Auston for even a second. You want to see how every part of him reacts, so you tease him just a little bit. You toss some of your hair behind your shoulder as you slowly turn around on your heels, revealing the low back of the dress. The breath hitches in Austin's throat as his wandering eye makes note of how the silky fabric clings to your round ass he loves so much, and exposes just enough skin to know that when he poses for pictures with you later his hand will make contact with your flesh. That thought alone drives him wild already.

You turn back around and face him fully, letting him get a good look at the plunging neckline that reveals your perky breasts. The thin straps of the expensive dress sits prettily on your collarbones.

"What do you think, Aus?" You ask coyly. You fluff your flirty lashes at him, knowing you've definitely got him under a spell.

Austin gulps, all of a sudden feeling hot under the collar. He can't just stand there gawking any longer. He has to be closer to you. The heel of his italian leather boots click on the floor as he makes his dissent. "I think if we weren't forced to go to this award ceremony tonight I would rip this pretty dress right off your body and make sweet, passionate love to you until sunrise." He said boldly, now all of a sudden right up in your personal space.

His forehead was touching yours, his button nose brushing the tip of yours as he ghosts his plush, wanton mouth over yours. He knows better than to plant one right on you, the lipstick would come right off and get you both messy, ruining the hard work of the makeup artist. But fuck, does he so badly want to collide his eager lips with yours and have his tongue explore every wonderful inch of your mouth - leaving you both gasping for air.

The fact that you can't have him right now kills you. How the hell are you gonna manage tonight? You have no idea, but you hope the ceremony is short so you can make it back here in record time.

There's a glimmer of sparkling embers igniting behind Austin's blue eyes as he seemingly stares into your soul. To him, you're the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. He could break you in half with his cock or wrap you up in a protective embrace, cradling you like a priceless china doll in his arms.

Austin's long fingers brush gently across your rouged cheeks, and pull some of your hair back behind your ear. You can tell this one little maneuver has you blushing hard, the heat of your skin could melt this makeup right off your face and land into goopy pool at your feet. His other hand glides effortlessly over your waist, gently grasping your flesh and guiding you into his body. You suddenly feel dizzy as you take in the feel of Austin flush against your curves. Instinctively, your dainty fingers make their way into the inviting open neckline of his jacket, most of his toned chest on display. His curly blonde chest hairs invite you to play with them, and you do as you gaze into the man standing before you.

He hums as he meanders on the thought of smearing your lipstick, his eyes flickering seductively between your lips inching closer to him and your doe-like orbs. "But showing you off to the entire world as my gorgeous girl is also a good option." He breathily chuckles. You can practically taste the mint of his toothpaste as his breath pillows against your mouth. Before he pulls away from your needy mouth, he lets the rough hairs of his beard tickle you in just the right way to make you weak in the knees. Oh, what you would kill to have that beard of his tickle another place on your body yearning for his touch. Not now, but most certainly later.

It's all a vast whirlwind of mass hysteria swirling around you when you arrived on the red carpet. You swear on your life you've never seen so many grown adults foaming at the mouth just for one or two pictures of passing celebrities. And all of them do stop for these pictures, looking prim and properly dressed with dazzling smiles and sexy smolders. Austin has mastered the art of seducing through the camera lens. He calls it his "Zoolander" moment, aka pulling out the famed blue steel and melting the lens with his animalistic prowess that even he never knew he could muster.

When you first set foot on the carpet, your nerves were on full blast. Fans were behind black velvet ropes with iphones in hand, hoping for the chance of getting a picture with their idol. Austin was always by your side, his large hand entwined in yours. You felt safe and secure in his grasp - like no matter what happened, you knew Austin would be there to catch you. It was really cute seeing Austin pause for a few moments to take some pictures with fans who were calling out his name. He just couldn't help himself. He always had to oblige someone who admired his work. It's like he was having all of these "pinch me" moments right before your eyes, and you were witness to the blossoming of Austin Butler.

He stole the show. And with you on his arm, you could feel a few eyes on you too. After all, this was your first public appearance being seen with Austin in a major way. While the occasional paparazzi shots from diner dates, or nice walks in the park at home was something you got used to with time, this was an different animal entirely.

The further down the red carpet you went you felt like you were in Oz, traveling down the yellowbrick road into madness. All around you were famous movie stars, directors, screenwriters, models, and other important people dressed in clothes you knew were so expensive you'd probably lose your mind if you saw the price tag. And here you were, a run of the mill girl from small town beginnings with your boyfriend Austin Butler. To say it was surreal was an understatement.

You gripped Austin's hand a little tighter when you noticed that you were both making your way to a photo-op specifically for high profile guests to get their pictures snapped by about 20 zealous photographers for magazines. The thought of the whole world seeing all of your imperfections in 4K made you sweat uncomfortably. Austin could feel you trembling on his arm, and he looked down at you with a concerned furrow of his brow.

Austin placed his free hand over yours, stroking you lovingly. "Baby, it's gonna be okay. Just breathe." He said in a whisper against the shell of your ear, so only you were privy to what he was saying. He's all too aware that there could be wandering eyes and he didn't want to draw anymore unwarranted attention to your anxiety, making you uncomfortable.

Your frightened eyes glanced up at him. "What if something happens? Like, the photographers yell at me or I get booed? Is that even a possibility?" You ask in a frenzy.

Austin's lip tweaked into a slight smile, admittedly finding your nervousness a little adorable. "No one is gonna boo you. And if they do, they'll deal with me. And they won't like me when i'm angry." He said playfully with a slight growl at the end of his words.

His humor cuts through the trepidation like a knife, making you smile. Your eyes melt when you catch his fixed gaze upon you, his blues sucking you in and making you forget about everyone around you except for him. "I can see the headlines now. 'Austin Butler punches the lights out of boisterous photographer. Still wins award for Best Actor'.". You joke.

Austin scrunches his nose and throws his head back, laughing adorably. Out of your peripheral in this moment you see the bright flash of a camera illuminating both you and Austin. A photographer definitely snapped that candid moment of you two laughing together. You're sure when that picture makes it on to the internet that people are gonna be wondering what you said to make the man of the hour laugh so hard. If only they knew.

It was your turn now to stand on the red carpet and get your professional pictures taken with Austin. Even though you cringe at the thought, it reminds you of high school prom. But this time, you're not linking arms with some acne-faced teen and a dress you picked out last minute from some local department store with a cheesy smile plastered on both your faces. This was the moment you knew the internet at large would never let you live down. It would either go over swimmingly, or it would be a disaster. But you hoped for something in the middle to better your chances of succeeding.

Austin led you over to a spot on the ground with a large X, indicating where exactly you stand so all the photographers can have their best shot. Immediately all you could hear was a litany of men and women with cameras strapped to their necks shouting Austin's name, begging him to look at them for a picture. But Austin wouldn't give into their pleas so easily. He was laser focused on you.

As you got into position like you practiced - standing to Austin's side with one hand behind his back and your front leg pointedly posed to show off your best assets, you could feel Austin ogling down at you, and only you.

While the photographers were getting rowdy, at this point begging your man to look up into their cameras, he was transfixed on how beautiful you were nestled warmly into his side. You trailed your eye up his lean body, landing on his baby blues that were like tidal waves lapping against your body. His cup overflows with complete adoration of you, and he feels like the luckiest man to get to be with you. Austin proudly smiles down at you, never once daring to give the eager photographers what they want. This is about you and him. No one else.

You could feel your heart racing wildly in your chest as you lingered on his hypnotizing gaze. The blinding flashes of cameras snapping was going on in front of you, but in this moment you didn't care what you looked like or what was going on around you. All that mattered was the man holding you close to his side, displaying you off in a light show of dominance to everybody that you're his and he is yours.

His lips parted, and time seemed to slow down when you caught him leaning down close to you. While he resisted his urges back in the hotel room to kiss you, he wasn't going to now. It felt like the right moment, and he was gonna seize the opportunity. He just wanted to have a genuine moment of shared intimacy with his woman. And you let him finally caress his velvet, all encompassing lips onto yours for the first time in what seems like forever.

As he let his hand dance over the searing skin of your exposed back, the other one cupped your face tenderly. His hands are so large that it feels like your entire head can fit perfectly in his palm. It leaves you trembling, and yearning more of him. For a few moments, you bask in the sweet kiss. And you whimper against him, totally forgetting your surroundings and not caring who can see the PDA. Austin's moustache faintly whispers over your top lip, and he too moans softly as his mouth works against yours in a tasteful display of affection.

Little do you know that the photographers are eating this up like it's the best thing they're ever gonna get for their magazines. It's a fury of hollers and cheers from other celebrities who see the whole thing going down on the carpet, egging you both on. They probably assume that this was purely a show for the cameras, but they applaud you all the same.

Austin's thumb grazes over your cheekbone, and with a wet pop his lips were gone from yours. You both slowly open your eyes and stare into each other's souls. You giggle a little when you notice a pink flush creeping up on Austin's tan skin, demure once again in his usual modality. And luckily not a lot of your lipstick transferred over to him. Whatever little stain it did leave behind, he licked his lips and rubbed them together, deciding he was gonna proudly display your lipstick residue on his mouth - all the more reason to let every single person at the ceremony know who he belonged to.

Not long after the exuberant display you and Austin made to the cameras on the carpet, you both made small talk as you made your way inside the venue. It was dimly lit, but there were glass chandeliers hanging from each ornately made up table. It looked so regal, and yet again you felt out of place. Like, should you really be here? Did you belong here? But with Austin by your side, he made you feel like you could walk on water and you'd believed it. So for the time being, you let the nagging thoughts leave your mind and allow yourself to just be present.

With your hand in his, Austin led you to the Elvis table where you saw a few familiar faces. His movement coach Polly Bennet was there, the fantastic fashion designer Catherine Martin looked sensational in one of her own creations, and of course the wonderful Baz Lurhman looked dashing as ever as he greeted you both warmly with smiles and a hug.

As Austin pulled out your chair for you to sit down, ever the gentleman, Baz perked up. "I thought I heard all that commotion going on out there. Word got around quick that you two were making quite a scandalous scene on the carpet. Do tell." He said a little tipsy already with his champagne flute sitting daintily in his hand. He wiggled his fluffy white brows and narrowed his dark brown eyes as he dramatically took a sip of the bubbly.

You blushed all over again, this time from embarrassment. And you heard Austin laugh nervously from behind you, making sure you were settled in your seat before he sat down next to you. "What good will words do when you can see it for yourself in the papers tomorrow?" Austin quipped teasingly.

Baz snickered. "Oh, young love. Ain't it just the best." He said in a wistful dreamy tone, leaning back in his chair, admiring the pair of you before him as if you were a young romeo and juliet.

Austin smiled at you, interlacing his hand with yours and kissing your knuckles sweetly. "You damn sure are right about that, Baz.". Well shit, you blushed all over again. You thank god it looked like the most darkly lit Hollister store right now in this venue, because you were sure you looked beat red.

Baz sipped more on his champagne, eyeing the two of you just a tad bit longer than maybe one should. But he was looking on in almost a proud fatherly way. Austin was happy, and it was obvious. And that meant the world to him. Not just because Austin was the star of his film. No, it was because he and Austin formed a special bond on set that can never be broken. Austin's likeness and talent doesn't come around all that often. Maybe once in a blue moon. And seeing Austin happily settled in the romance department made him sigh a breath of relief, as he knows the man deserves it. Baz put one of his arms behind the chair of his beautiful wife Catherine, and allowed the love radiate over the table.

As time drew on, dinner was served at the tables. You were used to being wined and dined by Austin. Money is no object for you, and he loves to pamper his girl. Sometimes you want to retch at the 3 or 4 digit totals of the bills you two have shared together, but he insists on splurging for you. He dutifully saves his money so he can have the means of treating you like he believes you should be.

This time, you were thankful Austin didn't have to reach into his pocket to pay for dinner. It was a nice spread, and occasionally you would both pick at each other's plates, or feed each other heaping forkfuls into the other's mouth like a newly married couple. No one really batted an eyelash at you and Austin being sickeningly sweet at the table, and if they did they kept their mouth shut letting you both enjoy this magical evening of pure delights.

One thing remained constant the entire evening - Austin's hand never left your thigh. And he chose his seat wisely, knowing that you cross your leg on the side where the slit hangs off your thigh. While no one can even notice he has his hand on your exposed leg, you two certainly know what's going on. With his hand under the tablecloth, out of eyesight, sometimes you could feel his calloused fingertips painting lazy circles on your flesh. Maybe every so often he would toy with the fabric of your dress, rubbing the silky material between the pads of his fingers. Other times, he would push the fabric to the side, letting it fall even further up your thigh, and tracing featherlight touches on the newly revealed skin.

Some of this he was was doing almost as a subconscious tick, not even aware that his hand was on autopilot. But other times it was deliberate, and you both knew it. He tried to get away with just how much he could show off your tantalizing skin, and how close he could get to your heat without daring to directly go there. It was the best kind of torture. Especially after that longing, dreamy kiss you shared with him on the carpet. You wanted nothing more than to get through all the awards and drag him back into an uber to a one way trip to your hotel bed. But since Austin was up for an award, you weren't going anywhere. You were glued to your seat for the next foreseeable few hours. This was gonna be hell.

Finally you were excited when the award ceremony actually got underway. One by one awards were being given out like hotcakes to happy winners, and long speeches were made in their wake. You'd be lying if you didn't find yourself zoning out for most of the event. It was getting a little tedious, and honestly all you cared about was Austin's nomination. It seemed like they were saving the best for last though, because after an hour of awards being passed out left and right, they were nowhere near the Best Actor category your man was nominated for.

But just as quickly as your brain was starting to tune out the world around you, there again you felt the familiar caress of Austin's fingers trailing up your thigh under the table. Your heartbeat jumped, your ears ringing the more it seemed like Austin wasn't stopping. He was walking his hand along his desired path right where you wanted him after all this teasing.

Hold on. Right here and now, though? In front of everybody? Maybe he's gonna stop just shy of your aching heat, leaving you wanting more. Surely you figured that he wasn't bold enough to do anything more than that. Right? No, seemingly not, you were mistaken.

All you could focus on now was his hand. You didn't even hear anything that was being said onstage or what was happening. You just kept a deadpan expression on your face as best you could as you zoned out, as to not alert anyone of the goings on under the table.

Austin brushed the fabric of the dress to the side and inched his hand up higher on your thigh. Giving the flesh a gentle squeeze, his hand snuck between your crossed legs, nudging them apart with barely any force. Slowly, you allowed yourself to uncross your legs. Your right knee touched Austin's as you settled into this new position. You could feel the heat radiating off of him in droves just from that one gentle graze of his black slacks against your bare leg. Already debased thoughts were swirling around in your brain. It was getting hard to concentrate on anything else but what may happen next. He was keeping you on your toes, and your body was willingly giving into him.

You wanted to see what he looked like right now, his hand fully committing to the task at hand, and under the cover of darkness. No one was the wiser. Slowly but surely his fingertips went high and higher under your dress until his pinky landed at the hem of your panties. You were frozen in your spot. Oh fuck, he's really gonna do this. There's not stopping him. He was gonna take what was his, and in front of the most famous people in Hollywood.

You swallowed thickly, awaiting for his next step. His pinky finger trembled slightly as it dared to trace your clothed slit up and down languidly. All of your senses were heightened so much that you could just barely register the gasp Austin emitted from his throat when he felt just how soaked through you were for him. Does he dare to go further? Yes, he does.

Not wanting to waste any more time, needing you right this very moment, he carefully grasps your ruined panties in between his fingers and shifts them to the side. A cool breeze hit your hot, aching pussy. You tried your best to stifle back the whimper that wanted to come out when you felt Austin's hand cup your slick mound, his long middle finger running circles over your entrance. He obscenely smears all of your juices that come gushing out of you and collects some of it on his fingers, letting the sticky wetness coat him good and proper.

Now you really wanted to take a look over at Austin and see if he was crumbling or not like you were. It was added torture that you couldn't give away the game by passing a glance back in his direction. He could feel how needy you were for his touch, how wet you were for him in front of all these important people. And that made him painfully hard.

He's the master at edging. And with his fingertips dripping with your heavenly nectar, he makes a beeline for your swollen clit. You couldn't help yourself, you let a little moan creak past your lips. The chair you sat on was enduring the mighty strength of your grip against it as you white knuckled the seat with one of your hands, trying to ground yourself.

Momentarily, Austin shut his eyes and faintly whimpered, the cracks of his facade shining through. He knew exactly how to touch you to have him writhing in pleasure. You just have to sit there, pretending like Austin isn't running deliberately slow circles around your throbbing clit, making you feel every single stroke of his masterful fingers as he toys with you like his own perfectly tuned musical instrument.

This game is too much to do alone. The longer he spins laps around your clit, the more soaked your seat beneath you becomes. This erotic power play is intoxicating for the both of you. What started off as innocent touches is now a full blown high speed chase for primal pleasure, no matter how public it is. Even if it were to somehow risk Austin's chances of winning his award tonight, it would be worth it to have his fingers forever tangled in your folds, smothered in your juices.

You can't take it anymore. You have to feel him. With your right hand you go under the table and slowly make your move to his manhood - but not before you tease him too. The moment your hand lands on his muscular thigh, you feel Austin's breath catch in his throat. He wasn't expecting this turn of events. But he's not pushing you away. He wants to see where this goes, and more so than ever he wants you to touch him just as badly.

Austin shivers under your hand as you walk your fingertips over his slacks. The pleats at his crotch yield way to the massive girth of his cock that strains underneath the luxe fabric. You breathe a sigh that's one of relief and pleasure when your hand comes into contact with his erection, at long last.

Poor Austin had to cough out loud and grab his glass of iced water on the table, pretending like he was overcome with a sudden coughing spell. But it was all a rouse to bite back the moan he did a bad job of concealing the second you squeezed his cock in your warm hand.

It was a sneaky game of chess now. You made your move, but you weren't prepared at all for the swiftness of the turn this would take when all of a sudden you felt Austin's fingers make their way down from your clit and plunge into your pussy. Your walls immediately clamp down around his index and middle fingers, knuckles deep inside you.

You felt like soon enough the chair you were sitting on would give way due to how strongly you had it in a vice grip. You pursed your lips together and breathed harshly out your nose during a moment in the ceremony when loud claps erupted after an arduous speech, skillfully hiding the feeble noises you were making.

You knew that you couldn't just unzip Austin's pants and whip his cock out under the table. That would be putting the two of you at a massive risk of obviously being caught. So you do what you can, and you wrap your hand around his throbbing clothed cock and start to jerk him off up and down under the table.

You can feel Austin suck in his stomach, holding back the urge to throw his head back and moan obscenely loud at how good you were stroking him. His good girl, his sweet innocent girl working his shaft to the entire Academy of Hollywood elites had him nearly cumming in his pants. And as his fingers plunged in an out of your soaking wet pussy, he could tell it was all too consuming for you too.

This wasn't enough. He needed more. You both craved the other. Screw the awards ceremony. While this was Austin's big moment, all that mattered to him was sinking his thick cock into his girls dripping wet pussy. He didn't think of it as a risk to undertake. It was a simple solution to a problem he created. But the trick was getting you both away from everyone and having his way with you.

As if fate was on both of your sides, the host of the ceremony announced a brief 15 minute intermission midway through the doling out of awards. Thank fucking god. It was now or never. The tables around you were bustling with new energy as people started to rise to their feet and stretch their limbs.

You let out a whine when Austin removed his fingers from your pussy, wanting nothing more than for him to be back in there. But as he wiped off your juices on the napkin on his opposite thigh and clutched onto your hand atop his cock, you knew that you were gonna get something even better than his fingers.

The brief but intense heated glare you both passed each other for the first time since this whole teasing game started was palpable. The tiny embers from when Austin saw you in the hotel for the first time to the rolling flames on the red carpet as he kissed you deeply in front of the cameras, to the insatiable burning inferno his stormy blues ricocheted into your lusty eyes said it all. 15 minutes was all you'd get with him, but it was enough to tide you both over.

Austin cleared his throat, swallowing the arousal that pooled in his throat. He leaned over to Baz and said, "We'll be back in a few. Don't wait up for us." With his best attempt to disguise the obvious sexual desire dripping from his vocal chords.

Baz eyed the both of you in a very dad-like manner. "Well, hurry back Aust. You don't wanna miss the announcement of your award. If you miss it i'll happily scamper up there to collect if on your behalf." He jabbed playfully.

Austin laughed, patting Baz on the back. He waited for the right moment when everyone at the Elvis table was looking elsewhere before taking you in his hand and rising from the table, albeit a little awkwardly and hunched over. His raging boner was making it almost impossible for him to stand up straight, but he thanked god that there was a little wiggle room and pleats at the front of the pants to hide any unfortunate fashion faux pas, like right now.

He let you lead the way, hiding his erection behind you from the view of possible eyes as you both walked hand in hand to your unknown destination.

While fucking Austin in a coat closet wasn't the ideal situation you'd hoped for, and it certainly wasn't on your bucket list, you made do with the best of the situation. The bathrooms would be too crowded, and not enough privacy. Who would be heading into the coat closet during the middle of the ceremony? Two horny lovers who can't get enough of each other, that's who.

As soon as he closed and locked the door to the large walk in closet, it was endgame. Like a lion going in for the attack, Austin rushes over to you with a few brisk steps and crashes his lips onto yours.

You both pass each other needy moans into each other's mouths, sucking and swirling in a messy collision of lips and tongues. Austin would be covered in lipstick marks by the end of this, but he didn't give a damn.

He backed you against the wall, fumbling hands clambering over every single bit of skin he could latch his fingers onto. And you found purchase in Austin's ashy blonde waves, tousling his coiffed hair his stylist spent a good amount of time getting just right. But you needed him closer. If you could melt with his soul in his moment you would.

Austin moaned heavy against your mouth before pulling away, gulping down air like it was going out of style. "I can't believe how wet you were for me out there." He heaved out, his lips attacking the sensitive flesh of your neck. You mewled and clung even more desperately for him.

"I can't believe how hard you were for me. You have no idea how badly I wanted to pull your cock out and make you cum in my hand." You breathed lustfully, sighing as Austin's mouth worked wonders on suckling the skin down your decolletage.

He whined haughtily. "You'd like that wouldn't you, baby? Milking my cock while they call out my name to get my award."

You moaned, wrapping the leg exposed by the slit of your dress hoist up around Austin's svelte waist, drawing him in. Austin takes the invitation and grabs hold of your thigh. The silver rings on his large dominating hand press into your skin, leaving red welts behind. Latching onto your leg, he brings you closer to his hard body, rocking his hips directly into your aching core.

You mewl, lolling your head to the side, earning Austin more access to nip and lick back up the column of your neck. "Maybe I would. At least everyone would know for sure that you were mine." You purr.

Austin darkly chuckles against the shell of your ear, grinding his erection firmer against your mound, which made you whimper softly. "Don't fret, my love, we made sure to remedy that on the carpet earlier. By tomorrow everyone will get to see the girl that captured my heart for life."

Face to face with Austin once again, he looked like a wild animal in heat with mad eyes, smeared rep lipstick, and his waves now unruly atop his head. With one hand still firmly holding your leg against his waist, the other one glided up your feminine curves, cupping your breast roughly in his line of fire, causing you to gasp.

His fingers wrapped around the front of your throat, applying just enough pressure to assert his dominance. "The entire world will finally know the pussy I sink my cock into at the start of every morning and end of every night." He growled huskily. His rumbling baritone permeated through to your very core, sending a homerun directly down into your clit.

You furrow your brows together and moan at this emboldened statement. As if you weren't already wet before, that made you gush out and ooze onto your ruined panties. The corners of Austin's lips curled devilishly into a coy grin. All the while he was still teasing you with grunts and thrusts of his strained cock against you. Seeing the effect he had over you made him high, better than any drug can do, and he could chase that feeling all day for the rest of his life.

"Austin, please." You plea in a whiny high pitched tone. Your deft fingers play with the curls at the nape of his neck, and you grind yourself as best you can against his length, stirring up the friction you desperately needed on your pussy. Austin sunk his pearly whites into his puffy bottom lip, getting off on everything about you. 15 minutes was barely enough time with his best girl, so he needed to stop playing like he had all the time in the world and get down to brass tax.

Not letting go of your leg, he swiftly sinks down to his knees, throwing your thigh onto his sturdy broad shoulder. He looks up at you through his long lashes, his blues swirling into a cacophony of love drunk ecstasy. "I know we don't have much time, but I wanna taste you. I need to have my tongue buried in your sweet pussy. Want your taste to linger on my palette to get me through the rest of the ceremony." He slurred hot and heavy.

You didn't even have time to respond before you looked down to Austin dragging your panties down your legs and pocketing them in his bolero jacket, repositing your leg over his shoulder. All you can do is mewl in response at his request. If it's one thing you love about Austin, besides his heart of gold, is his heavenly mouth that can bring you countless crippling earthshattering orgasms with a flick of his masterful tongue. Yeah, you needed this just as badly as he did.

In a flash, he let his tongue escape past his lips and lick one long broad determined stripe through your folds. You shuttered and squealed, immediately carding your hard through Austin's golden tendrils.

At first he explored you like the more he licked away at your pussy he would soon strike gold - the treasure of a lifetime. Your slick coated his tongue and lips, making it the easiest thing for him to slurp you up. By your own volition, your hips arched off the wall and started slowly rocking your pussy into his facial hair covered face.

He moaned against your wetness, his long tongue parting your folds with every deliberate swipe and lick.

"Fuck, Austin." You moaned breathlessly. His freehand dug into your waist, helping you along in humping his face as he buried his strong, wet muscle against your pussy. Dragging the tip of his tongue along your slit, he made his way up to your aching swollen clit. Giving your little bundle of nerves all the attention he could muster, he impressed upon you the swiftest and sloppiest flicks of his tongue as fast as he could manage.

He groaned against you, your arousal seeping into his mouth as he delivers an onslaught of licks and flicks of his tongue against your clit that leaves you shaking and clinging to his hair even harder.

"Oh yes! Just like that, baby, please." You scream, not caring who walks by and hears Austin going down on you. He devours your pussy like a man who's starving. As if he didn't just eat one of the fanciest meals of his life in the company of fellow high profile celebrity elites. But you're his favorite meal, by far.

The noises his mouth is making as he messily and eagerly slurps you up is borderline pornographic. He loves to make you wetter than a waterfall, and he savors the taste of your divine juices like they were tailor-made just for him. He could eat your pussy for hours, licking you until you go dumb with only the most base of urges left residing in your brain. And if tonight was a normal night, he would have you cum by his mouth. But the clock was against you both. He knew he didn't have the time to allocate to getting you to your first orgasm on his tongue, but he for damn sure knew he cock would do the job.

Parting from your clit, he swipes more fast and broad strokes of his tongue through your folds, sloppily, obscenely moaning deeply against your sopping cunt. You throw your head back and grind faster on his face.

"Mm. Aus, I-I need...I want to cum on your cock. Now." You moan desperately, savoring in the last few final salacious flicks of his tongue on your pussy before he pulls away from your core completely.

When he rises to his feet, he looks positively fucked out on your pussy. Noticing that his beard is fully drenched in your slick, making the hairs turn a darker blonde, you feel a wave of arousal drip down your thighs.

Austin captured your mouth in a deep and passionate kiss, one where you could taste yourself on his lips as he molded his mouth into yours. Still holding onto your one leg, his free hand gathers up the fabric of your red dress hastily, moving it out of his way to free up your other leg. He lightly smacks the back of your thigh, indicating that he wants you to jump up into his arms.

Taking his nonverbal que, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and wrap your other leg around his waist. He pulls away from your mouth with a wet pop, grunting hoarsely as he cradles you fully in his arms, pushing your back up against the wall with brute strength.

Time is of the essence, there's no dillydallying here. With you in the perfect position, Austin lets go of one of your legs and unzips his pants, pulling them down just enough to spring his leaking cock free from his trousers. Taking his erection in hand, he smears his pre-cum oozing from his puffy, red tip over your slippery folds, making you both sigh lustfully as you stare into each other's eyes.

He swallows the remnants of your juices in his mouth and pants. "You ready for me, baby?" He asks, still just as polite and taking into account your comfort even in the heat of the moment.

You nod your head. "Yes, please Austin. Don't make me wait for your cock anymore." You purr, nuzzling your nose against his.

That was all he needed to hear. No longer did those words leave your red lips that he aligned the tip of his cock with your weeping entrance, and slowly pushed through your constricting walls.

The guttural groan that erupted from Austin's throat made you even wetter, and inadvertently clenched around his hard cock at the same time, making him shiver. Feeling him inch his way through your wetness, filling you up to the brim made you want to scream out in pleasure. "Holy shit, Austin." You moaned high and raspy.

He bit his lip and whimpered. Now that he was all the way seated deep inside your pussy, he adjusted his hold on your body, gripping your hips with both his large hands.

Austin withdrew, leaving just the tip lingering inside you. And with full force, he snapped his hips in one fluid motion and his cock fully entered you again, causing you to groan at the feeling of being stretched yet again.

In a frenzy, Austin went to work on slamming his cock in an out of your wet pussy. Over and over his cock pushed deeper through your walls, somehow brushing against all of those hard to reach spots that no other man has ever managed to hit before you met Austin. The curve of his cock was just the perfect fit with your pussy - like it was designed for you.

Austin buried his head in the crook of your neck, fucking you into sweet oblivion. "So goddamn tight for me, baby." He moaned, his breath hot against your neck.

The sounds of your combined noises of love making and the slapping of skin on skin with the sloshing of your pussy juices echoed off of the expensive fur coats and barren wooden walls. Nothing else mattered except for the feeling of Austin's engorged cock getting heavy by the second as he plunged further and harder into your soft heat.

Your breasts jiggled through the neckline of your dress, the thin traps already fallen off your shoulders as Austin fucks his way through your pussy and straight to your soul. He grunts, and you writhe against him, at his mercy and unable to bounce yourself back down on his cock. He's in control, and you let him steer the ship.

The longer he massages his cock along your g-spot, leaving bruises on your cervix, your pussy aids him in slipping in and out of you at an easier and faster rate than ever before. Pretty soon, you're literally dripping onto the floor. In the back of your mind you hope you don't make a mess on Austin's expensive italian leather boots. You just know that by the sounds of it that he's absolutely murdering your pussy right now.

Your walls flutter around him and stroke his cock in such a way that has him buckling already. He can tell by the ramping up of your high pitched moans and your pussy clamping down on his cock that you're nearing the finish line. And you know he's close as well just by how his hips stutter as he sloppily fucks through your slick heat blanketing him from all angles.

It amazes you genuinely how quick he can get you there, but you feel your orgasm threaten to ripple through your body. But you don't want to cum solo. It's gonna be your mission to make him cum with you. This is afterall his special night, and you want him to revel in the moment of falling off the precipice into heavenly bliss with his woman before winning his award. You were already set on your finishing move.

As you pant and whine into Austin's ear, one of your hands yanks his head back perhaps a little too roughly. His face peels away from your neck, and you can see he's sweating bullets. The look in his eyes reads that he's nearing the most sensational orgasm he's had in a while. And you were gonna help him achieve that.

With your best sex kitten voice, you breath through his ragged thrusts as you look into Austin's baby blues. "I want you to fill me up with your cum. Make your load drip down my thighs in front of everybody. Mark me as yours." You pant needily, on the edge of the proverbial cliff just seconds away from diving head first into your orgasm.

This was enough to set Austin careening over the edge. His eyes widened, his brows knitted in concentration as he slammed you down onto his cock, groaning out loudly as he nears his climax.

"Fucking hell, i'm gonna..." He warned loudly, his lips ghosting yours.

"Me too." You muttered helplessly.

And with a few final hard, messy, juicy thrusts you both moan in pleasure at the same time. You feel Austin's cock throb hard inside of you, his cum spurting out in thick globs painting your walls. Just like you wanted, you have every single inch of your pussy drenched in his cum. And while he's shaking uncontrollably, moaning your name as he cums, your walls milks his orgasm so good that he's nearing on the brink of insanity. Your slick gushes out around him, earning you all of his gruff and sexy mewls of fantastic serenity pouring out of Austin's mouth one after the other.

"Goddamn, that's what im talking about, baby. Oh yes." He purrs thickly, letting his lips lazily graze yours in a barely there kiss. His cock is still buried to the hilt in your pussy, and his thrusts come to an eventual halt.

You breathlessly smile against his mouth. "That was everything."

Austin hums in agreement. You whine from the loss of him when he pulls out, his cock lobbing back heavy against his stomach. Gingerly, he places you back down on the ground as you unfurl your legs from his waist. You're wobbly on your heels and you clutch onto his strong forearms for support.

Once he see's your okay to stand as normal, he tucks his cock still coated in your combined orgasms back into his pants. That's a mess he'll deal with later. Plus, he'd rather know that he can have a physical reminder of you on both his cock and his tongue when he sits back down at the table.

After quickly adjusting your dress and your hair back to look somewhat presentable without a mirror present to double check you look okay, you lean up on your tiptoes to place one last tender kiss on Austin's lips. Luckily any lipstick that did transfer on his face isn't there anymore. So he's safe, and no one is still the wiser.

Austin sighs. "I think our 15 minutes in heaven is up." He laughs. "C'mon, let's get back out there."

Linking hands once again, you make sure to look both ways down the hall to check that the coast was clear before you both strolled back into the dining hall as if nothing happened.

And to no ones surprise, Austin swept the competition that night by securing the first of many well deserved awards. When he went up on stage to collect his trophy, he never once looked away from you - the girl that managed to capture his heart, mind, soul, and body. As he thanked you innocently on stage, he licked his lips. A gesture that to everyone else is seemingly normal, nothing to raise concerns over. But to you and him, it brought back vivid flashbacks to those 15 glorious minutes spent with him in that coat closet.

This was absolutely a night that you two would never forget.

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Austin angst

❝ I'm not gonna listen to you talk about it like it was nothing. ❞

TW for implied past grooming & abusive relationship. i am a grooming survivor myself and this was like- cathartic to write but pls keep yourselves safe <3 there’s also mention of a dead parent (in this case the reader’s, not austin’s.) song linked in the title is one of my favorite songs of all time.

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… But I Would Hit Him In A Heartbeat Now …

It all happened so quickly that you didn’t fully process it had happened at all until you sunk into the passenger seat of Austin’s car, trembling as you felt around for your seatbelt. Dropping your head into your hands, you dug your nails into your scalp and swallowed a sob.

You wanted to tell Austin eventually. But when you were ready, not after running into the man in a parking lot. Not like this.

---

The last you'd heard Liam left California and moved to New York City three years ago. The whispers at the time claimed that his departure had something to do with evading new accusations, which didn't surprise you.

And you felt guilty for being so glad he was gone when you knew he was just taking up preying on girls across the country. But your therapist had tried her damndest to drill it in your head that you weren't responsible for him, something you tried your best to believe.

What you'd heard about his move is what made you initially think your eyes were deceiving you in the Whole Foods parking lot. You’d walked from your apartment and Austin was coming to pick you up and take you back to his place for the weekend, a routine you’d begun to look forward to. 

Until a familiar low voice made you freeze.

It was him.

“Well look who it is.”

He sounded amused as he approached and you gripped the paper bag in your arms just a little tighter. You wanted to run, but the parking lot was packed and you had a feeling making a scene wouldn't end well.

“Liam, hi," You breathed out, forcing a tight lipped smile.

“Hey yourself, Y/N.” He continued, one arm crossed across his body as he talked to you. “You know I gotta admit, I was kinda hoping I’d run into you while I was back in town.” 

Now would be the perfect time for Austin to pull up and act as your getaway car, but you glanced around and didn't see his familiar BMW.

“Ah, you and that baby deer look. See you haven’t changed much.” Liam continued.

He took a step closer and you decided that walking back to your apartment and calling Austin there was better than standing around here. The other man let out a chuckle when you took a step back, trying to keep your voice level as you talked.

“I really have to get home, have things that need to be refrigerated," You started, flinching when he leaned in and looked into your bag before you could jerk back. When he looked up, his face had hardened.

“Still a liar too.” He said sternly.

“What gives huh? You know I thought you would have outgrown the bullshit you made up about us in that pretty head of yours. Telling people I groomed you."

You felt tears stinging behind your eyes and looked down, not able to look at him as you replied. 

“I was a teenager.”

“Would’ve thought you were eleven from the way you recounted it, God- you know you could’ve ruined my life with all that”

He was starting to raise his voice and you hadn't been scared before, moreso annoyed- but you were getting there.

Looking away to avoid his eyes, relief washed over you when you spotted Austin pulling into a parking spot a few feet away. But it was short lived when you saw Liam follow your gaze, lips tugged into a coy smile as your boyfriend walked over.

Suddenly you really hated how public your relationship was.

Taking a step back from you, Liam's entire demeanor changed in a flash. He'd always been good at that- there was a reason it took you so long to get out afterall.

Austin didn't seem to even notice him as approached you, taking your bag out of your arms and greeting you with a soft "Hiya" against your lips. He did see Liam when he turned around, confusion flickering in his eyes.

“Austin, right?” He started, reaching out his hand for him to shake. “I knew Y/N here in high school, was just telling her how fantastic you were in Elvis."

You could see it in Austin's face that he knew something was off, but not to the degree that it was. He didn’t know, afterall, and the other man's eyes practically danced as he realized that himself.

“Maybe I was selling you short, he really doesn’t know?” He said with a grin, and you felt bile in your throat.

“Know what?”

Austin gave you a look that was half puzzlement half concern, eyebrows knitted together. Swallowing thickly, you tried to focus on him and not Liam's eyes boring into your skull as you talked.

“We dated when I was a junior, nothing that interesting.”

Austin give Liam a one over, your stomach flipping over on itself as you saw the gears turning behind his eyes.

“Well ain’t that progress! " He declared so loudly that you flinched. "Y/N here used to run around telling people I groomed her. And you have what man, seven years on her?" Liam continued, laughing under his breath to himself. "I was thinking’ I’d have to tell you to be careful so she doesn’t pull that shit with you too but it seems like our girl finally grew up.”

You could feel Austin tensing next to you and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, ready to whisk you out of there. Until your mumbling bit you in the ass again.

"You had twelve years on me and I was sixteen."

“Wanna repeat that bitch?”

All the blood in your body ran cold- not so much over being called a bitch but because of how quickly Austin's face hardened.

"Go get in the car.” He said towards you, and you didn’t move- grabbing his arm where he'd started to clench his fest.

“Austin, please- he’s not worth it.” You begged, and he took it down a notch only because of how panic stricken you'd become.

“I’m not gonna touch him. Just wanna have a man to man chat.” He said quietly, squeezing your hip and motioning you towards where he'd parked. "Go baby."

Realizing this wasn’t a battle you were going to win, you pulled away and crossed your arms over your body as you walked to the car.

You walked slowly, half convinced you’d need to turn around to pull Austin off of him in a few seconds. And you didn't wind up having to do that, but you did catch the beginning of their "chat".

“I don’t know what exactly happened between the two of you-"

“You should ask her. Didn’t decide it was a bad thing till her piece of work mother convinced her she’d been abused."

You wanted to believe Liam didn’t know your mom had died a year ago. But Austin didn’t seem apt and you picked up the pace, no longer interested in eavesdropping on this conversation.

---

Ten minutes passed between you sinking into the passenger seat and Austin pulling open the drivers side door, dropping inside wordlessly. You got the sense he was trying to control his temper for your sake, but his jaw remain clenched when he finally spoke.

“Aren’t gonna have to worry about him again,” He started, and you were sure he'd threatened Liam within an inch of his life, but a rebuttal was tumbling out before you could stop it.

“He moved to New York years ago- I’m sure he was just here visiting family. It’s fine Austin, really.”

You knew using the f word was a mistake when heard him inhale. He pinched the bridge of his nose, dragging his hand down his face as he turned to you. “I’m not gonna listen to you talk about that like it was nothing. Did he tell you he was visiting family?”

“Did he tell you he moved back specifically to terrorize me?”

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe it was a possibility. But bickering sure felt a lot better than being vulnerable.

And Austin, to no surprise, saw right through that.

“I don’t wanna fight with you.” He said softly, reaching a hand across the console for one of yours. “And I know you’re only pickin’ one because you don’t want to talk about whatever happened with that prick, but hon I think we have to.”

Taking a shaky breath in and out, you swiped at your eyes with the hand that wasn't gripping his.

“When we get home,” You said quietly, biting the inside of your cheek. “Okay?”

Austin gave a curt nod and echoed your okay, not letting go of your hand for the entire drive back. You could barley look at him, the worried crease in his forehead combined with the distressed look in his eyes making you nauseous.

It wasn't that you thought Austin would be anything less than understanding when you sat him down and told him everything. About meeting Liam when he was your supervisor at your high school retail job, about how quickly he'd wrapped you up in his web and that you’d barley made it out.

It was that just didn't know if you could stomach watching his heart break over it. You hadn't even said anything yet and you could already hear him telling you he'd do anything to go back and save you. How impossible that was when he didn't know you then notwithstanding.

Austin was one the good ones, of that you had no doubt. It was just something you were beginning to realize was a two sided coin.

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Late Night “Talking”

ship: austin butler x female reader

summary: surprising austin at set after a long day didn’t come without an ulterior motive. which he fed into happily of course.

content warning: MINORS DNI!!! this is smut

tags: making out, semi-public s!x, coming in pants :*

“Hey, I just got out of costumes and am done for the night, I’ll be home in like, 30 minutes.” Austin said through the phone, and you spotted him a few feet away, though he didn’t see you yet. He was wearing a short sleeved Henley and joggers, hair a little all over the place from combing out the gel.

“I wouldn’t bank on that.” You whispered and laughed a little at the way his eyebrows pulled together before he rounded the corner and saw you leaning against his trailer. He hung up and picked up the pace to meet you there, kissing the little smirk right off your face the second he was close enough, holding your face in his hands as he pulled away.

“What are you doin’ here?” He said in disbelief and gave you a one over as he dragged his hands down to the base of your neck. You were wearing tight fitting black leggings and tiny green halter top. It was more revealing than what you typically wore to set, but there was a rhyme and reason for everything after all.

“Just missed you,” You said softly. “Are you the last one here?”

You scanned the area, Austin following your gaze.

“Yup.”

He popped the p sound, glancing at your chest then back up au your mouth. “Just me and Baz and some techs for the past hour,”

You cut him off by closing the distance, hands on his face as you kissed him, nails faintly scratching his jaw. Austin crowded into your space, pulling back to do one last glance around before pushing your the hips back against the outside or the trailer, groaning when you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down. His body followed and connected with yours, the friction stealing your breath.

As he rocked his hips into yours and kissed the skin right underneath your ear, you felt the way you whispered his name go straight to his groin. His groin, where you let a hand wander, a grunt escaping him when he felt you palming his growing erection through his slacks.

“Y/N,” He breathed out as you moved your hand, the grip he had on your hips increasing. Austin made shallow thrusts against your thigh, and the little breathy moans that landed in his ear as your shifted made him double his efforts.

“You’re sexy when you’re worked up like this.” You said slowly, breathing heavily- and Christ it was almost enough to push him over the edge right there. Austin exhaled as he tilted his head away to talk, having to concentrate to get his own words out.

“‘If you want- embarrassing but, I don’t think,”

He tried, but you cut his thought short by pulling him down by the neck to kiss him again, running your tongue along his bottom lip and laughing softly to yourself when you felt him lose the restraint he’d been fighting for, rutting against you haplessly as you talked into his ear.

“I want you to come like this, can you do that for me Aus?” You whispered, slipping a hand up the back of his shirt.

Austin tried bite back a moan and failed when you ground your hips up at just the right angle, colliding lips with you again if for no other reason than to hide his embarrassment. But if he was embarrassed you didn’t care, deepening the kiss and sliding your hand back around along his waistline, dipping just inside enough to rub the pad of your thumb over where his pelvis dipped before sliding it down farther to ghost over his dick.

A couple pulls on his shaft, combined with your center rocking into him at a more disjointed pace, was all the sensation needed to push him over the edge. He jerked forward once, twice more before he felt the fabric of his boxers going damp, his head tucked into your shoulder as he panted, his face flushed.

“Oh my god,” He breathed out as he pulled back, running a hand over his face. “There are cameras all over the place, public indecency is-”

“Austin.” You said, grabbing the side of his arm and pulling his hand down from his face.

“All anyone is gonna see is a grainy video of us making out. We’re good.”

Austin’s lips tugged into a smirk at that, his voice dropping a couple octaves when he opened his mouth to talk again “I didn’t say it wasn’t good baby,” He replied, circling his thumb over the front of your wrist.

“Mhm, how about we go clean you up and you can return the favor?” You said and tilted your head, leaving out that given thirty more seconds you would’ve came in your pants with him. Your upper thighs were slick with your own arousal, almost to an uncomfortable extent.

“Yeah Y/N, let’s do that,” He said in a low tone and reached behind you to open the trailer, manhandling you inside and kicking the door closed behind him.