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butlersxbirdy · 2 years

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You Light My Morning Sky

Part 1: I Want You To Color Me Blue

This is part 1 of the collection.

This tells the story of Austin and y/n finding their footing with his submissive tendencies and needs.

Asks are open, I accept all prompts and ideas, including ideas for this universe!

And then they kissed.

They lived happily ever after.

Like fairytales with winding roads, scary monsters, mountains to climb, and an unconventional love to put convention to shame, Austin Butler had at last settled down with you, his very best friend. The journey had not been easy, and he was quickly finding that there are many more pages after happily ever after. There's the things you're scared to say. The love that goes unspoken for too long leaves scars that bleed long after love has been let out to live loud.

Austin was, to put it simply, freaking out. 8 months was the longest he'd been in a relationship that made him feel as though he had a Mama to love, support, and protect him, without having an official discussion about it. And yet, there was you. He had been scared to bring up his desires, perhaps because he wanted you to say yes so badly, that you saying no had become his biggest fear. He loved the way you held him, and kissed him when he got nervous. There was also the way you didn't hold him to any role or label; when he wanted to grab your hips and make it clear to you and those around you that you're his baby girl, you melted under his touch the same way he melted under yours.

Suffice to say, when looking at all the aspects of the life you shared together, he was completely in love with you.

Little did Austin know that you had picked up on certain things, and had a question to ask him.

You'd wondered for a while if your boyfriend needed something he wasn't asking for. It started with the way his bottom lip would disappear between his teeth as he fiddled with his rings before a hand would reach out for you. "Mama," he'd say quietly, not meeting your eyes but needing you close to him. Then there was the joking that definitely disguised some truth.

"Gonna kiss your baby boy hello?" He'd ask when you walk in the door. He'd bat his eyes, clearly teasing you and trying to be funny, but his face was eager and wanting. The one time you beat him to the joke by kissing him and saying "Hey baby boy", it led to the best sex of your life. His whole body shuddered into you, eyes dark, and he ate you out hungrily and expertly. His mouth practically sucked the life out of you through your clit, and he nearly came just from you finishing all over him and praising him for his efforts.

"I did good?" He asked, eyes heavily lidded and shining.

"You did so so good," you replied, and he hummed.

"Thank you Mama," he purred and clung to you, falling asleep on top of you like a cuddly weighted blanket.

So when you knew you had a day to yourself, you decided to surprise Austin. The ultimate prize would be him feeling safe enough to confess to you what you suspected, but at the very least it would help him unwind from a long day, which you knew he would be exhausted from.

When he walks in, you're making dinner and there's two glasses of wine on the coffee table. A box is on the couch, elaborately gift wrapped with his name on it, waiting for him to notice.

He comes into the kitchen and you immediately know your surprise is well timed. He looks drained; his frame sagging and his eyes downcast, until he sees you. He manages a small smile, but still looks absolutely beat. He kisses the back of your neck, his arms wrapping around you from behind and he inhales deeply. He's soothing himself with your scent and it makes you shiver.

"Hi Mamas," he hums and you turn and kiss him.

"Hi, Baby. There's something for you on the couch, go open it and if you like it, you can put it on and relax," you say softly, and he nuzzles into you, kissing you again softly. Normally he'd object to you buying him things but today, a blush blooms on his cheeks and he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Thank you. Dinner smells good," he says quietly, going to open his gift. He makes a soft noise of surprise, head turning to lock eyes with you.

"Mama... for me?" He asks, and you smile warmly at him. As though awakened from a haze, he runs over to you and kisses you, gratitude poured into his lips on yours. He's still holding the items, a soft pair of baby blue pajama shorts and a large knitted blanket of the same color. A sigh of contentment leaves him as he cuddles into you. The look on his face is pure love, and he backs away from the kitchen but makes sure you can still see him. He strips slowly, turning a little and then pulls on the shorts. He models them for you, and then wraps himself in the blanket. He bites his lip and looks at you.

"What do I do now?" He asks and you grin.

"Go lay down, baby. I poured you some wine if you'd like," you command him gently and he nods, walking away. He then turns back abruptly and grabs you for another kiss.

"I love you," he whispers, then lays on the couch. You grin at the success of part one of your plan. You get dinner in the oven and come over to him. It was now or never. You had 45 minutes to make him feel pampered and adored. You sit beside him and rub his legs, squeezing his thighs soothingly. He closes his eyes and relaxes instantly, cuddling in closer. You move your hands up to his hair, gently rubbing his scalp and carding your fingers through his hair, which makes him moan a little, and he smiles.

"What did I do to earn this? This feels so good..." he smiles, nuzzling your side.

"You didn't do anything but be a beautiful, sweet, wonderful boy. You don't have to earn this. I love you," you assure him, and you adjust your position so you're the big spoon, cradling him close and kissing his hair and his cheeks. He blushes and wiggles a little so he can turn in your arms, snuggling into your chest. Like a weighted blanket, things you had never addressed with one another settled over you, all too comfortably. It should have itched, the silence. Should have made alarms go off in both your heads. But this was you, and this was Austin. The love overshadowed every inch of sanity that should have stopped both of you long ago.

"Mama, what is all this?"he asks, unable to look at you, but when you try to move away, his hands fist in your shirt, keeping you with him exactly how he wants.

"Well, baby, it's kind of a feeling I've had that this is something you like, that you need," you say softly. He clings to you and looks up at you.

"I've been afraid to ask, but... I need you Mama. I don't need it all the time, you know I love making you squirm like a good girl, but sometimes..." he trails off, blushing.

"Sometimes you need Mama. And its not just a cute pet name, you really really need me to be your Mama," you finish for him and he nods, cradling your face.

"I love you, more than I've ever loved anyone. You're so good to me, and so fucking sexy. Good at cuddling too," he smiles. He looks completely at home with you in a whole new way, and he leans in. "Kiss, Mama?" He asks playfully, bumping his nose against yours, tangling your legs together for ultimate closeness. You nod.

"Good boy," you hum and lean in, playing with his hair and pulling a little. He melts instantly, and the two of you lay there together, kissing and gently nuzzling each other, all the while you praise him quietly, watching his eyes darken and feeling him harden against you. Your hand wanders down the minimal space between you to rub the soft skin of his muscular chest and stomach, gently stroking his lower abdomen and he purrs like a kitten.

"Mmm... feels good, Mama..." he smiles against your lips, his hands going to the skin just above the waistband of your loose shorts, tracing his name across the soft skin of your lower belly.

"You tryna claim Mama?" You ask softly and he blushes.

"Just marking my spot. Wanna remember where I left off," he hums contentedly. You smile and kiss him softly, then more passionately, letting things heat up between you, but the timer goes off for the dinner you made. He pouts and wants to cling to you, but he lets you go, watching you the whole time. You can feel his eyes on you and it fills you with contentment to know that he loves and trusts you that much.

"Come back, Mama, I like touching you," he grins, not moving from his spot as he begs for you.

"I'll be right back baby, you hungry?" You ask, serving up his favorite meal in two bowls.

"Not for food..." he hums and when you come back, you almost drop everything. He is on his knees, hands folded politely, and his gaze is downcast. He looks miraculous in the low light, lips puffy and skin glowing. He looks so ready for you. You manage to keep it together though, and you walk over to him, placing the bowls on the little table. Your heart plummets into your stomach when you realize he's shaking. He looks like he used to look after filming the darker days of Elvis's life.

"I want to make you feel good, I need to... I've been bad. I've been keeping secrets, not telling you what I need. I was a bad boy," he says shakily, eyes shining with shame this time, not desire, and you drop to your knees in front of him.

"Austin, my love, look at me," you gently guide his face so he's looking at you. "I'm proud of you. I'm not mad at you. If you want to experiment with punishment play, that's a longer conversation, but that's not what this is. I won't punish you tonight. I think we need to eat dinner and you need to tell me about your day so we can hash out what's got you in such a dark place," you reassure him and you take him into your arms. He curls himself up around you, and takes deep breaths.

"Thank you, Mama," he mumbles and you stroke his hair soothingly.

"You're welcome, Sweet Baby, I've got you... let's eat, honey, you're hungry and tired," you remind him and he nods, still leaning against you. "I'm gonna have you feed yourself tonight, my hand controlling your food and drink seems a little intense for you right now, but we can revisit it later," you explain as you hand him a bowl and a fork and he looks at you questioningly.

"Can you feed me one bite?" He whispers, and you kiss his cheek.

"I can do that baby boy," you assure him and feed him a small bite. "How's that, love?" You ask and he sighs happily.

"So good. Thank you, Mama. I think I am pretty hungry," he grins sheepishly at you, and quickly eats his food. You help him slow down while you eat your dinner, and when you're both finished, you grab the empty bowls.

"I'm gonna put everything away, wanna go to the bedroom or stay close?" You ask, standing up slowly. He stands too and puts his hands in the back pockets of your shorts.

"You're stuck with me," he smirks proudly. You are confident that closeness with you and the warm meal have brought him back to himself. He looks playful and more than a little ready to go to bed. You giggle at his eagerness, walking awkwardly to the kitchen with him like that, and when you bend over to grab the container of leftovers and put it in the fridge, he squeezes and rubs your ass eagerly.

"Naughty boy," you admonish, but with so much love in your voice that he just hides his face in your neck.

"I love your body," he hums. "So much. So soft... so perfect... complete perfection. And I love the heart and mind it contains. I love... you," he purrs. "And I want you to take me to bed now, please, Mama." His sweet words bring tears to your eyes.

"I would love to, my sweet," you kiss him gently. He takes his hands out of your back pockets to rest his hands on your waist before he pauses and closes his eyes, face tilting up, and his hands fold behind his back. Your eyes widen as you watch him restrain himself and you gently press a hand to his throat, not squeezing at all; you're testing what he likes. He doesn't disappoint. The whine he makes when you touch his neck is absolutely sinful, and it has you dripping for him.

"Good boy," you purr and lead him slowly to bed. "Look at me when I'm leading you, Austin," your words ground him back to himself and when you're in your shared bedroom at last, you kiss his chest tenderly.

"Undress for me, baby," you command and he obeys. You follow suit and gently guide him to the bed. He lays back, falling back on to the soft pillows as he looks up at you. His eyes are wide, lips parted, and his body trembles with the effort it's taking him to not touch you. You straddle his hips, pressing your ass against his hard length and you hold his hands.

"You've touched me many times, as my lover, and as my dom," you whisper, marveling at the love and obedience he's showing. "You're being so good at keeping your hands to yourself, Baby Boy... how about you go ahead and play with Mama a little?" You suggest, stroking his face. Immediately, he sits up against the pillows and his hands fly to your chest. His fingers roll your nipples gently, then roughly, and before you can tell him to be careful, he flattens his tongue on the sore flesh, sucking and kissing your breasts eagerly. His arms guide your body closer to his face, and he nuzzles the sensitive valley between your breasts, still massaging both eagerly.

"Smell good... taste good..." he whines, and you push him back gently.

"Thank you, Baby," you smile, running your hands through his hair, down his neck and chest. Your fingers find the dusting of hair on his chest while your lips tease his nipples just as he teased yours. You relish the sounds he makes and the way he grips your hair. When he pulls too hard, you bite his nipple gently and smack the side of his ass, but you don't stop. Worshipping every part of him is now the goal; you kiss him everywhere, delighting in the high pitched whines when you run your tongue over his hips, and then the base of his cock.

"Mama, please..." he begs, and you pause, looking up at him.

"Please, what, baby? What do you need?" You tease, but you genuinely want to know what your baby boy wants for his first experience with you like this.

"Can I touch you... there?" He asks, looking at the spot where your arousal is leaving a glistening wet spot on his thigh from you straddling him. You nod, smiling proudly.

"Such a good boy... you can touch me, you trying to see how wet I am?" You ask, biting your lip as his fingers slide through your folds.

"I am," he nods. "I know what I want, Mama. I want you to sit on my face. I want to drown in your perfect, dripping pussy," he begs, and you can't help but moan. The restraint you have shown while Austin comes into his own submissive state finally breaks and you kiss him, clinging to him and grinding a little on his thigh. He gasps quietly before wrapping himself around you, kissing you like there's no tomorrow. His hips buck a little, seeking friction, and you know he's had enough free reign for now, though you don't admonish him. You've noticed, throughout the evening, that Austin is delicate in a way. He thrives off praise but would never ask for it, and is quick to internalize every question asked, as though he's done something wrong. You couldn’t have him feeling that way with you. You were his safe space. His home. His Mama.

You slowly retreat from the heated kisses, petting him the whole time, just gently touching him wherever you can reach.

"Lay back for me," you gasp and when he does, you lean down to kiss him once more.

"I'm ready Mama, please..." he begs, lips puffy red and eyes glowing with need. You smile lovingly at him and move so he's supported by a pillow, and so you're hovering over his face. He leans in to inhale your scent, then taps your thigh once and moans; consent. Enthusiastic consent.

You lower yourself on to his lips and he groans, hips bucking again. His tongue swipes over your clit eagerly while his lips slurp loudly at your soaked folds, making you see stars. His hands wander up and down your thighs, steadying you, and he sucks on your clit hungrily. His chest rumbles in a low groan when he feels your walls tense and relax from his movements, and he switches lazily from small kitten licks to your entrance to sucking your clit again, making you cry out.

"Austin... Baby... fuck..." you moan loudly, chest heaving already with overwhelming pleasure.

He grabs one of your hands and places it in his hair, then places one on the headboard; he's telling you to hold on tight. Before you can even pull his hair once like he loves, his tongue is plunged inside you, curling and pumping in and out as fast as he can. His jaw is going to be sore tomorrow but he doesn't care. He needs this; needs you.

"Baby... so good for me... oh my god..." you moan, legs shaking as you rock your hips, riding his face. The feeling of pleasing you drives him wild, and his movements across your center grow more and more sloppy and desperate. The feeling of him moaning against you pushes you closer to the edge, the heat pooling in your belly reaching new heights, and when his lips wrap around your clit roughly, you fall apart.

"Austin!" You scream, pulling his hair and riding his face through your orgasm. He lays still as you come down, except for small nuzzles and kisses to your thighs. You fall back on the bed beside him, and he looks at you. His shaking hands come up to wipe the wetness from his chin, and he licks them clean, watching you with glazed, worshipping eyes.

"Mama," he breathes, sounding completely fucked out. "You're so beautiful," he smiles, and you move closer to him.

"Austin," you sigh happily, kissing him and letting him lick all traces of your wetness off your face after kissing him. "I'm gonna let you choose how you cum, but I want you to know that you're perfect. You're the man of every woman's dreams, and I want you to know while you're in this headspace that I feel like the luckiest mama, the luckiest woman, on the planet to love you and be loved by you," your words hit him where he needs them most, and he places your clasped hands over his heart.

"It beats for you, Y/n. My love. My mama," he smiles lazily, trying not to squirm against you too much.

"Let me see you, my perfect baby boy," you coo, sitting up slowly to look at him. He is breathtaking.

He's painfully hard, and you feel yourself getting wet again just looking at him. His chest and stomach are flushed with want and his hands are tracing over his neck and jawline, while he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth.

"How do you wanna cum, baby?" You ask him, taking his hand in yours and placing it between your legs while your hand resumes his motions across his neck and jaw. You felt so perfectly fitted with him in this moment; you, his right hand, and he, your eyes. He kisses you gently, and rubs your clit.

He lifts your leg to his hip, facing you, and teases your entrance with his erection.

"Just like this, Mama... wanna cum holding you like this," he moans, and you grip his shoulders tightly as he pushes into you at a new, wonderful angle that makes it hard to breathe. You could feel him everywhere, a feeling that was only intensified by how cuddly this position was. It allowed him to suck on your chest and neck, you to pull his hair, and both of you to murmur sweet nothings to each other as he fucks you hard but slow.

"Baby boy..." you moan. "Austin..." your voice cracks.

"Mama..." he breathes, his lips pressed to your face, and his hand comes to rub your lower belly, where his cock is nestled inside you. "Gonna cum, Mama... gonna put a baby in you," he grunts, thrusting deep 3 times, grunting low in his throat before his eyes slide shut and he lets out a long moan. You feel him spill uninhibitedly inside you, and his hand sliding from your belly to your clit brings you to your second orgasm quickly; you were already so close. He knew how to make you squirt if he really wanted to, he was just that good. And he was yours.

The two of you laid there together, panting, breathing each other's air, sweat dripping on each other. His mouth finds yours, and when you break the kiss you sloppily kiss his jaw and his neck, kissing the skin there. He shivers and holds you tighter.

"Next time we'll play with that kink together, safely, okay, baby?" You assure him and he smiles.

"Y'always take such good care of me," he hums, the low southern drawl coming back. You giggle and try to slide off of him to go clean up but he won't let you go.

"Don't go, Mama," he yawns, and you smile but feel him slip out of you when you move again.

"We gotta clean up, baby, you need a bath," you explain softly, and you help him sit up. He wraps his arms around your waist, and looks up at you longingly.

"We can take a bath but..." he kneels between your thighs. "Good boys clean up their messes," he moans and licks you clean, tasting the mix of both of you.

"Oh!" You gasp, and you use his shoulders to steady yourself, but he finishes quickly.

"Bath time, Mama?" He asks, licking his lips and you lean down to kiss him before he can lick it all away.

"Yes... good boy, baby... you're so good," you praise him, and he blushes, following you dutifully to the bathroom.

When in the bath, you hold him from behind, rubbing his sore muscles.

"So what happened today, baby?" You ask, kissing his neck while he relaxes. "You were a mess when you came home, what happened?"

"Oh," he blushes. "It was nothing. Just a photoshoot. I was in my head about it, and now I think I know why," he explains. "They wanted me in leather, kneeling, head down and all that. They had no idea how I felt, it wasn't on purpose, but trying to force it really put me in a bad place. I really missed you, you protect me, and I can't get to that place safely if they're pushing it and you're not there," he explains, and you gasp.

"Oh honey. You should have told me, this talk could have waited," you start but he cuts you off with a kiss.

"No. I wouldn't have known how to tell you what I needed, but you knew. You're perfect, Y/n. Just fucking perfect for me," he smiles and rests his head on your chest, looking at the marks on you. "Oops," he smirks, gently stroking the purple traces of his adoration. You roll your eyes and smile.

"I'm glad this helped, Baby. You gonna be ready to get out soon?" You ask, feeling so proud of him you could burst.

"Yeah, 'm tired, Mama, let's get clean, I wanna wash your hair," he grabs the shampoo and kisses your soft skin.

When you're both out of the bath, he waits patiently while you change the sheets, and when you're done, he almost drags you to the bed with him, eager to sleep in your arms. When your eyes are closed, and he is sure you're asleep, he gets up and grabs the blue blanket you got him. When he returns, he strokes your hair as he lays on top of you, wrapped in the blanket. There were things he needed to say. Years in the Australian sun hung between you still. Your eyes in that golden light filled his head when he closed his eyes, and he knew he should just ask the damn question;

why did you come to me?

Why did you leave me?

But you had come back to him, or rather he, to you, and he knew what he wanted in his heart.

"I'm gonna marry you, Mama," he hums, kissing you once more before falling asleep.

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kpopnstarwars · 1 month

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Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?: Feyd-Rautha x Reader

A/N: ty taylor swift i attempted to base this fic on your song but then i divulged as normal

tw: 18+, smut, p in v, inkpie, oral (both recieving), sub feyd by which i mean feyd is DOMMED, spit, degradation + praise, one spank kinda, swearing, lil bit of crying, mention of evil baron activities so sa + pedophilia, tiny mention of cheating but none actually happens, lmk if there's anything else bc lbr there probably is i just forgot it

wc: 3.9k

Feyd-Rautha has gravely underestimated you.

It is true that you are not strong in terms of Harkonnen definitions, but you expected a man destined to father the Kwisatz Haderach to be able to see past that. What was that the Bene Gesserit were saying about superior genetics? You don’t see even a glimpse of that in his frosty gaze when he regards you - he looks at you as if you’re a delicate vase that may shatter in the lightest of breezes. He thinks he needs to fear breaking you.

He misses how you miss nothing.

You are not Bene Gesserit; you are merely one of their pawns, a genetic machination produced from centuries of manipulations and deceptions, but you can read a man better than the majority of their number.

The seething jealousy in the clenching off Glossu Rabban’s fists is like a monster sinking its venom laced fangs into his heart: starkly evident to you - as evident as the barely repressed, parasitic fear of inadequacy that lurks like a second beast within the first. Just the same, the gazes the Baron sends your husband do not escape you. Nor does the caged, wild look that washes over him whenever you leave his uncle’s chambers: the look of a man who inside is still a boy, relief washing over him that he has left unscathed and untouched for another time.

Even more nuanced than that, you see the vulnerability within Feyd-Rautha. He craves to be loved, the way he should have been as a child, when instead he was desired; all this at an age where the most he should have been doing was playing with carved wooden toys at his parent’s feet.

He believes no one can see the last, soft sliver of his heart that he’s fought to preserve, that wants nothing but to have someone to be vulnerable with, just because he’s buried it so deep inside of him that sometimes even he doesn’t think it’s there any more.

But you see it.

You see beneath it too, to a place that he himself is not fully aware of. A place where he hates who he has become - a wild, savage creature, bleeding from wounds that do not seem to close up, slipping in its own blood when no one can see.

It’s from here, from this place, that the urge to preserve you somehow originates. He thinks you are a flower whose petals will easily be crushed in his heavy, calloused hands, and he is wrong; in a strange way it endears you to him, that he believes that he is too rough to hold you. You do not think it is quite love - not yet, at least, it is only the third month of your marriage - but when you see him fighting to not be the beast that he is before you in an effort to spare you, something that is not just pity stirs in your heart.

You can hear him now, pacing, cursing under his breath in the antechambers. Sometimes he sleeps there, on the narrow sofa, and you’ve come to realise it is those nights when he wants you most. Aside from your wedding night, he has made no other attempts to produce an heir, and you find his restraint valiant, but stupid.

He could try as hard as he liked; he would not get anywhere close to breaking you.

Rising from your seat on the small, ornate stool at the vanity, you push open the door to the antechamber and take a step into the room. Feyd pauses his pacing with his back to you, and you can see the tension in his shoulders and the rigid way he holds his body before he turns around to face you. His pupils are dilated, his eyes dark, and you watch him regard you with something too untethered to be restraint.

‘Am I keeping you awake, wife?’

You shake your head. ‘I had not retired yet.’

You know he expects you to explain why you’ve interrupted him, but you remain quiet - your silence is as much of a tool as your words. He doesn’t speak either, but his eyes tell you enough; they do not leave your frame, hungry, torrid, and his fingers twitch as if they ache to slip you out of the simple shift you wear to sleep and touch you everywhere, to explore the curves and dips of your body.

Tilting your head, you smirk. ‘If you wish to give me your heirs, husband, I would advise another method that differs from staring one into me.’

‘You don’t know what I want,’ he growls, but his face tells other tales.

Stepping forward, you reach out to him but he backs away. Still, the sheer thirst in his eyes sears away at you, even as his actions fight against it, his fingers closing on the doorknob. His hands are steady, his shoulders too, but the tightness in his muscles betrays him as always. Usually, you’d let him go now, but tonight you wish to see how far he will let you push him before he pushes back, so you snare his forearm in your fingers, tugging at him as he turns the knob.

He doesn’t look at you. ‘Don’t test me.’

You smile, cloyingly so. ‘Why not?’

Lightly, you trace your fingers down his chest, straightening the fabric of his black shirt while you gaze thoughtfully up at him through your lashes, lips curving upwards at the indecision in his eyes. He fights it, wrestles with the burning need, but in the end, he prevails, transforming it into a streak of anger that colours his voice as he tears himself from your grasp, recoiling as if your touch ignites pain within him - and maybe it is pain, that he wants you so but fears to indulge himself.

‘Get away from me.’

Feyd-Rautha does not give you a second to do so, because he is the one haring down the dimly lit corridor, his jaw tight, nails digging into his palms. Truthfully, you have never seen him move that fast, not even in the arena, and it almost makes you laugh - the great na-Baron fleeing from his wife and his own lecherous thoughts.

Maybe you did not win this round of tug of war, but he has asked something of you - to get away from him. Over the next few weeks, you follow this to the letter, avoiding him like the plague; you do not interrupt his pacing in the antechambers, nor do you haunt the bedroom like you normally do, asking him questions that he cannot answer. Feyd-Rautha is sensitive to change and you know he will seek the reason for it.

There is a barely cloaked intensity in his eyes when he finally corners you, and under it, you detect recognition: he sees that you are not who he thought you were, and he sees that you are not so different from him - always observing, always planning, and so, mind shatteringly hungry.

You were just dropping by the bed chambers to gather some of your clothes. The night before, you’d relocated yourself to one of the guest bedrooms - you could sense Feyd’s resolve cracking, and you knew that this would break it for certain: coming into his chambers to find them empty, wifeless, your side of the bed damningly cold. Jealousy is clear in his eyes as he backs you against the vanity, filling you with a rising sense of triumph.

‘What has caused this change in your behaviour, wife?’

You raise a brow, faking confusion. ‘What change? I would argue it is your behaviour that has changed, Feyd, you who can barely stand to be in a room alone with me.’

He snarls. ‘Who were you with last night?’

‘I thought you wanted me to get away from you,’ you reply, keeping up your pretence a little longer. ‘I slept in the guest quarters. You do not reciprocate any of my advances.’

‘Advances?’ He echoes, incredulous. ‘You taunt me, wife. It’s like you want me to break you.’

Cocking your head, you regard him coolly for a moment, letting some of the sharpness of your unmasked gaze leak through, letting him see the calculation in your eyes - you see the wariness it incites in him as he realises again that you are not who he thinks you are. Wordless, you lean in close to him, bringing your face to his, hovering there.

And then you let your arm drop and make a swipe for the knife at his belt.

Fast as a viper, he catches your wrist in your fingers, but you smile, challenge in your eyes as you bring his second blade to his neck. You’d slipped it out while he was distracted with your other hand, and he blinks at the cold press of it to his skin.

‘That’s the problem, isn’t it?’ You murmur. ‘You’re not scared of me, you’re scared of breaking me. Who’s afraid of little old me, huh? No one is, Feyd.’

‘They should be,’ he whispers, and when you meet his gaze, it sets you alight.

‘Indeed,’ you reply softly, letting your lower lip brush his.

As he kisses you, his hands seizing your face and locking you to him, you hook his knife’s blade in the collar of his shirt and drag it down, slicing the fabric until it flutters to the floor. Pulling away, you take him in - the moonlight planes of his sculpted chest, the broadness of his shoulders, his roiling, keen gaze. This man whets your appetite in the darkest kinds of ways: you cannot wait to ruin him.

Absently, you trace the outline of the tent in his pants with the tip of the knife blade. A breathy noise leaves him, and he freezes as if he can feel the cold kiss of the metal against his skin; you laugh, delighted that he is so mouldable in your hands.

‘Get on your knees,’ you command, seating yourself on the end of the bed.

It’s captivating, his lack of hesitation as he follows your orders. He sits back on his heels, looking up at you, and you can tell that he’s letting you see him like this, you can tell that if he didn’t want you to have him like this, you wouldn’t, but still, you reach out, gently skimming his shoulder with your fingertips.

‘All you have to do is say, and I will stop,’ you say.

He dips his chin. ‘I do not think I’ll have to.’

You smirk, something savage and powerful and thrillingly depraved rearing its head inside you, awakened by the sight of the na-Baron kneeling at your feet. That will be his last coherent sentence tonight.

Pausing, making him wait, you lean down a little, inspecting his features, the ardour in his eyes. He looks at you as if you hold the universe in your hands, as if you hung the stars in his sky, as if you are a goddess, and he wants nothing but to worship you until he is expended.

You spit on him.

It lands on his cheek, and his eyes widen a fraction. A shudder wracks his body, and he simply stares up at you, breathing heavy, before slowly, his lips part, and he sticks out his tongue, his request evident. You grab his jaw, squeezing so that he opens up wider, and spit in his mouth - the low groan that leaves him as he swallows is fucking delectable.

His cock twitches in his pants when you pick up the knife. Tracing the blade over the shell of his ear, over his cheekbone and over his lips, you marvel at the way he holds still, awaiting what you’ll inflict on him next like a good little toy.

When the metal reaches his jaw, you nick the skin, drinking up his sharp intake of breath and the clench of his fists as the blood trickles down the column of his throat; you catch the droplet of crimson on your tongue, licking a careful stripe up his neck, grinning when you catch his lips in a kiss and he trembles at the taste of his own blood. Feyd is greedy, his tongue brushing against yours as he leans up into your touch, the way his mouth works against yours hot, fervent, pleading.

Planting a palm to his sternum, you push him back, chuckling when he strains to follow you, eyes glazed, lips swollen. You spot a streak of red and swipe your thumb over his lower lip, wiping it off before standing.

‘Get up, strip, and get on the bed,’ you bid him, pulling your own shift over your head.

Feyd scrambles to follow your orders, yanking his pants down, and you take your time to admire his muscle sheathed body; strength ripples beneath his skin, a sweet dichotomy to his weeping cock, rock hard and flushed rosy. He halts his movements, as if he’s pinned down by your appraising gaze.

‘For whom do you wait, husband?’

As he turns to get onto the bed, he’s a little too slow and you swat at his ass. A choked sound leaves him, and you laugh at the way his knees almost buckle. Feyd’s ears run red when he lies down on the mattress, and you straddle his thighs, sneering at the way he twists his fingers in the sheets, squirming beneath you.

‘Pathetic.’

You don’t give him time to respond, instead wrapping your fingers around his cock and pumping up and down fast, and he gasps at your rough touch, his back arching and his hands coming up to touch you - you wave them off you, meeting his eyes.

‘No touching,’ you intone, the hint of warning in your voice enough to render him obedient.

This time, you take his cock head in your mouth. He’s so fucking sensitive, reacting as if the sweep of your thumb down the underside of him and the slide of your tongue over him is mind shattering; it doesn’t take you long to get him teetering at the edge of his orgasm, just for you to pull away at the last moment.

His thigh jolts, weak pleas of your name leaving his lips, gripping the sheets so hard you wonder if they’ll rip. Again, you take him in your mouth, deeper, one hand dipping to play with his balls; you revel in the wretched sound that he makes when you hollow your cheeks around him, your teeth grazing up his length. You toy with him until you think he’s moments from breaking, until he’s writhing upon the sheets, face contorted in pleasure loaded with sweet, sweet agony.

‘Please let me come,’ he whimpers, voice cracking, the look in his eyes crazed, pitiful. ‘Please.’

You decide to give it to him, jerking him brutally fast until he comes; it hits him like a tidal wave - his eyes roll back in his skull, his body tensing, rigid and impossibly taut before he goes boneless, a broken cry of your name on his lips as he spills all over his stomach. A single, ecstatic tear slides down his cheek as his orgasm seizes him, snatching him up and shaking him like a ragdoll.

Lingering at his side, you wait until he’s come down from his high before getting up to retrieve a damp cloth from the bathroom, perching on the bed beside him and cleaning up his come, pressing kisses to the surprisingly soft skin of his hips. One wavering hand comes to rest in your hair, and you glance up at him, biting back a smug grin at the dazed look in his eyes.

‘Feeling okay?’

He nods.

‘Words,’ you chide.

‘Y - yes, na-Baroness. Better than okay.’

You raise a brow at that. You did not specify for him to call you anything, so this is all his doing; he fidgets beneath your gaze, and you note that he’s growing hard again, his cock stiffening between his thighs.

‘Can I…’ He begins, but trails off, thinking better of it.

‘No, little na-Baron,’ you reply coyly. ‘Tell me what you desire.’

His eyes scorch you with their yearning. ‘I want to taste you, na-Baroness.’

You smile. ‘As you wish.’

You lean back against the pillows, letting your legs fall open for him. It’s somewhat comical, the way his eyes widen as he sees your slick cunt, and he swallows harshly - you can almost sense his mouth watering. Carefully, reverently, almost, he nudges your knees over his wide shoulders, bringing his face close to your pussy, admiring you. It’s as if he’s testing himself, waiting to see how long it takes for him to break and taste you.

Lurching forward, Feyd groans, low and deep and right against your clit when he laps at your heat, quickly becoming insatiable as his tongue moves masterfully at the apex of your legs, laving over your clit and curving in and out of you. Bolts of pleasure spear through your body, fierce like crackling lightning at the eye of a storm - he is everything to you in this moment. He shatters you, breaking you and mending you anew.

As he brings you closer, your body begins to shake and your legs close around his head; you suffocate him with your thighs, and you can tell he lives for it from the way he fervently grips your ass in his large hands, kneading the flesh and moaning into your pussy.

Something pulls tight within you, deliciously so, and you cry his name in warning, fingers curling around the base of his neck to hold him still as your hips buck, rutting into his face. Dimly, you can see him grinding into the mattress as you fuck yourself on his tongue - the chafe of his nose against your clit makes you shatter, and you fall apart for him with a ragged cry, nails digging into his shoulders.

You’re still coming down from it when Feyd begins to lap at you again, dutifully cleaning you up, and you twitch with the slight overstimulation, hooking a finger under his chin to see his eyes: his gaze is loaded with the heat of a thousand suns, and yet somehow it is also bleary, drunk. A laugh escapes you, and you tug at his hand, encouraging him to lie beside you.

‘Good boy,’ you hum as he nuzzles into your touch. You can feel him achingly hard against your thigh, and you let yourself catch your breath before reaching down and wrapping your fingers around his cock. ‘Want to fuck me now, hm?’

He nods avidly. ‘Yes, na-Baroness.’

All it takes is for you to half spread your legs before he’s climbing eagerly between them, hesitating before looking up at you for permission. You dip your chin, smirking, and then he’s sinking into you, burying himself inside you.

Voice cracking, Feyd chokes out your name, and he shudders, gasping at the velvet vice of your cunt as it clenches, bearing down on him. Sharply, you rock your hips up to meet his, and this time, a soft, keening whine leaves him, and he squeezes his eyes shut, biting down hard on his lower lip.

He can barely keep himself from spilling inside you.

‘You can barely hold it, can’t you, my little na-Baron?’

His words come out jumbled, his speech scrambled, mind ground to a standstill by the all consuming heat of your cunt; he babbles out protests, saying that he can, desperate to prove he can, stammering that he wants to make you feel good.

Cruelly, you buck your hips up against his again, and a pained sound looses from his chest, but he thrusts to meet you, hips lurching forward, his arms almost buckling either side of your head. Panting, he pulls out slowly before slamming back in, unable to stifle the whimper that tears from the back of his throat when you rake your nails down his shoulder blades, claiming him, littering his shoulders and neck with bites.

‘That’s it,’ you sigh as he finds his pace. ‘Just like that, good boy.’

A strangled noise tears itself from him at your praise, and he fucks into you, frantic, almost feral. Eventually, his thrusts begin to turn sloppy, and you kiss him in order to steal his breath and taste his fervid moans of your name on your tongue as he comes deep inside you.

Pressing a palm to his lower back, you pin him there, buried snugly within your pussy as you reach down with your other hand and rub your clit hard - it takes but a moment for you to come, and he writhes at the cataclysmic feel of your walls fluttering around him, overstimulating him, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as he comes again with your cunt milking his cock.

Completely spent, Feyd goes limp, and you rub your hand over his back, smoothing circles on his skin with your lips to his forehead. The post orgasm clarity begins to hit him, and you feel him go rigid - slowly, he pulls out, his seed leaking out now that he’s not filling you, and he attempts to get up, but his legs are too weak and he collapses beside you instead, his chest heaving, his eyes still a little hazy, still fucked out, even as he fights for lucidity.

There’s something on his face that cuts at your heart - a look of expectancy, as if he’s waiting for you to get up and leave now that you’ve had your fill of him. Concerned, you reach out, and he leans away from your touch.

‘Feyd,’ you murmur. ‘It was not too much, was it?’

‘N - no,’ he replies. ‘I just…’

Sitting up slowly, you look him right in the eyes. He stares back, bewildered, but you press a finger to his lips, foregoing your own fumbling words to instead recite the pledge of allegiance of a Harkonnen soldier to their general; his eyes widen - you know you have hit home. You’d exchanged wedding vows, of course, but these have a different meaning: you see it in the respectful way it is uttered, a soldier acknowledging his superior’s presence.

You pledge to him not only your heart, but your sword - your service - too.

‘Wife,’ Feyd bites out. ‘Surely you do not mean - ’

‘I mean it,’ you cut in. ‘Every word.’

Again, you reach for him, and this time he does not flinch away, letting you tuck him close to you, his breath coming out shaky. Gently, you tip up his chin, planting a chaste kiss on his parted lips, and he returns it slowly, wondrously, no teeth or tongue, just the gentle brush of his mouth against yours: the innocence of it is bittersweet - has anyone ever kissed him this tenderly?

Carefully, you withdraw, wanting to see him, but he does not let you meet his eyes, instead hiding his face in your neck, his lips at the hollow of your throat. You grant him the privacy of not being seen when you feel wetness on your skin, his hot tears tracking down and pooling in your collarbone - his hands ball at his sides, and you pry open his fingers and lace yours with his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Tightly, you wrap your arms around him, holding him with a hand cupping the back of his head, cradling him to your chest.

Your voice is quiet in the still air, but it carries as if through an arena, a promise arcing through the air like a soaring arrow.

‘You no longer walk this world alone, Feyd-Rautha.’

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adoresbutlers · 2 years

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BE MY BABY.

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prompt : you baby austin after he’s had a hard day on set

warnings : M - smut. 18+. sub!austin. dom!reader. usage of ma’am / mommy. f!oral. m!oral. guiding. dry humping/thigh riding. this isn’t very kinky but aus is so, very cute.

special tag for @butlersxbirdy because they wanna see more sub!Austin on the tag !

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You had been so preoccupied in the kitchen making dinner that you hadn’t noticed the keys jiggle to the front door of your shared apartment. It was until you heard a rasped dragged out sigh from the living room that you caught on that Austin had come home earlier than you expected. He typically came home well into your dinner routine, and when he did - it was never a good day. You concluded that since you’ve known this fact and from the sigh that could be heard from a room away, that today was one of those days. A small smile crept on your face as you heard small clicks of his heels behind you, turning around at the noise. Even his footsteps sounded exhausted. You dragged your bottom lip out in the form of a pout, deciding to meet him halfway and wrapped your arms around his neck, his own wrapping around your waist in turn almost instantly.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” You whispered, cautious of being a little too loud for his senses. Your heart started to beat out of your chest as a silent tear rolled down his cheek, pulling him in closer for comfort alone. “It just- It’s too much.” He spoke back in the same tone as you, another tear running down his cheeks. A sight you hated seeing, and frankly wished you could never see again.

You hands rose up to sweep the fallout of hair off of his face, running your thumb over his cheeks to swipe at his tears. You unwrapped one arm from his neck, reaching behind you to turn off the stove. Dinner was only an idea moved in the back of your mind now. “How about you take a shower, get all this gunk off of you, and wait for me upstairs, yeah?” You ran a hand through his short hair, earning the cutest of mewls that slipped past his lips that made your heart soar. It was almost funny to you how your favorite boy has tried to act his hardest for the media - like he was this huge flirt when in all reality, he was just your shy baby. And he very much knew that. Even if he had been four years older.

“Yes, ma’am.” He mumbled through exhausted swollen lips, your hand reaching up to ruffle his hair before he stumbled off. You giggled softly to yourself, staring at him in awe and reached to throw your previous plans for dinner in the trash. It did happen to be his favorite. You assumed ahead of time he’d have a day like this, Austin was notorious for overworking himself. Digging so far into characters that sometimes you have to remind him he’s just your Aus. It took almost a week to convince him that he wasn’t the rock king himself - though, you did drink in the southern accent when you could. It wasn’t annoying, you were admittedly obsessed with Elvis ever since you were little, you just missed your boy. You were more than happy he hadn’t gotten too far into his character in Dune yet, but it was bound to happen. You soaked up your Aus moments while you could, even though his devotion was what you thought was the cutest thing about him. Besides, you know, being undeniably adorable.

When you heard the water squeak off from your bedroom, you had just gotten done cleaning the kitchen, deciding to rush into the room. You snuck into your closet to pull out a silky pink nightgown that had now gotten tighter from the last time you’ve worn it. That was on purpose, of course. It did happen to be his favorite color on you too - also on purpose. Your lace front black bra peaked through the gentle fabric. You hummed to yourself once you were satisfied with your appearance, making it out just in time for his iced out orbs to fall onto you. You slid the door closed, smirking softly in his direction as you saw him swallow a stolen breath that winded his lungs.

You sauntered over to his spot, fingers running along every curve of his toned arms, orbs scanning over his features with pure adoration. But he’s tense still - you could tell. You clicked your tongue, shaking your head as if to convince him you were disappointed when you were the exact opposite. “Relax, baby. I got you…” You whispered dangerously close to his lips, watching him flutter under your little touches as you pushed him back onto the silk sheets. It took him a while to come back to earth, a small nod of his head once he realized where he was, swallowing a sighed breath.

You swung your legs so they were around his lap entirely, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt as you ghosted your lips over his once more. “Good boy.” You smirked against him, feeling him squirm underneath your legs, grazing softly over your sweet spot around your inner thighs. You finally closed the gap between your lips as the agonizing minutes passed by, his soft lips addicting as they moved so effortlessly against yours. He kissed back with need, desperation to feel any part of you that you wanted to give him, his tongue curling around yours making your heart beat in places it shouldn’t.

You almost didn’t feel the need to pull away so you didn’t, but instead worked around the action at hand. Your hands slid up his body from underneath his shirt, grazing over every exhausted-out muscle, every spaced freckle that laid so neatly along his sides. You broke the now sloppy kiss, raising the material over his head and discarded it along the floor. “You’re so handsome, my prince.” Your lips curled into a smile as you took a moment to really admire him. You were the first dom he said he ever had, being reluctant at first but now there he was, withering underneath you at a kiss and a few praises. You couldn’t get enough of how much he trusted you to take over.

A tainted blush rose to his cheeks at the compliment, his lips shifted open slightly due to the loss of yours, just as shaded as his blush. He looked ravishing already - you never could control yourself for so long, it was damn near impossible when he knew by now what every action did to you. Every look to make. You lightly pushed at his chest back down on the bed, taking the time to sink to your knees in between his legs. You slightly shoved them open, fingers trailing their way to his belt. You took your sweet time to undo the loops, sliding the black leather out ever so slowly. His hips bucked up into your touch at this, a soft mewl heard above you of desperation.

“Please..” He managed to breathe out seconds later, your hands ghosting over his hips to hook your thumbs into his jeans, starting to pull them slowly past his legs and completely off his feet. You smirked up at him, repeating the same action with his boxers and let him finally spring free, his bulge angry due to your slow movements. He was leaking already, your poor boy.

As an unspoken response to his whine, you grabbed him by the base, watching him practically squirm under your touch. You could tell he’d been thinking about you way before he stepped foot back into the apartment, curious as to how his mind ran while on set. Sad that you weren’t there to relieve him earlier.

Your hand pumped up, using your thumb to gently swipe over the tip. “Been thinkin’ about me all day, huh?” You teased to only get a flushed out nod in return. Oh, he needed you. He needed you bad. Your smirk only grew, licking the small patch of pre-cum that was still seeping through, shaking your head softly. “That’s my good boy, hm?” You hummed lowly, leaning down to wrap your lips around his tip and sucked him in at an agonizing pace, stroking the rest of what you didn’t reach yet with your thumb making him jolt his hips up in his spot.

You pulled yourself off of him, purring as you gently rubbed his hip in slow circles. “I said let me take care of you..” You whispered in a harsher tone, letting him sit up so he was leaning on his shoulders to meet your gaze from the floor. He swallowed a needy sigh that reached the back of his throat, opening his lips slightly as if to speak, but he couldn’t find the words.

You took the warming silence as approval, dragging your hands back down his body. You wrapped your lips around him again, lowering your head so you could stretch your throat to take all of him, peering into his blown orbs, his hair perfectly falling on his face. How could you deny him any longer when he already looked this pretty?

So you didn’t. You moved so he was all the way in your mouth, hallowing out your cheeks as you started to move. He groaned from above as you moved, whines followed after tiny curses when your pace picked up, your tongue wrapped around him, swirling at his tip every time you moved up. You looked up at him through your lashes, never letting him dare break eye contact as his hips snapped at the feeling of you around him. You pulled him completely out of your mouth, making a sinful popping sound with your lips, your tongue flattening to run all up him before attaching yourself back in your spot. You repeated your movements, peering up at the sight of his back slightly lifted off the bed, his chest heaving every time your mouth pumped back and fourth, back and fourth onto him.

He cried out as he had no time to give warning of his release, shooting spurts into the back of your throat, humming at his taste. Usually, you punished him for such an act, especially when you never gave him the permission to but tonight - tonight was all about making your baby feel better, so you let it slide. You pulled your lips off of him again, waiting for his chest to stop falling and his muscles to relax under your touch. His body jolted awake again as he sat up, crystal eyes wide as he realized what he had done. You pressed your finger against his lips, purring as you pulled down your sheer gown in front of him. “You’re not in trouble, prince. Not tonight.” You stripped down the rest of the materials that were in your way, his eyes following every single movement and down your body. You smiled sly, slipping back into his lap and used his tip to lap at your folds, letting him feel how wet you were before pulling yourself back. “Tonight’s your night, baby..” You whispered against the shell of his ear, crawling in next to him, pulling him back down with you. You snaked your body so you were on top of him, fingers ghosting the shape of his collarbone, letting him catch his breath.

You hummed as you waited, running your hands up your thighs to spread them, giving him a full view of what he wanted the most as his eyes turned back to your attention. His pupils were blown making you purr near his spot, finger raising up to beckon him towards you to which he happily obliged. “Was my poor baby waiting for this all day?” You poked, a fake pout dawning your lips and a very real one spread against his own, his eyes trailing down to your pussy as it glistened in the light. His mouth began to water, but before he could fully drool, you snapped up to get his attention.

“Y.. yes, ma’am. All day.” He stuttered out, his eyes trailing back down your body again. You patted your inner thighs, spreading your legs wider for his view alone. Your fingers trailed down to your clit, matching his gaze when his reached up your neck. “Please..” he whimpered from his spot as you continued to wrap your inner thighs, his lungs caught in his throat.

“C’mere.” You cooed. He wasted no time to slip in between your legs, lips ghosting your core before you tugged softly on his hair. “So eager, prince.. can’t get enough, can you?” All he did in reply was nod his head, dipping fully in between your legs, your hands combing through his damp hair. He breathed against you before diving in like it would be his last, his tongue immediately latching onto your clit. You let out a high pitched sigh at his motions, his tongue tracing unsteady circles into your wet core. He used his hands to spread you further, his nose rubbing against your clit every time he went down to desperately lap at your juices, sweet moans buzzed against you.

You swept his hair from his face, moans slipping your lips as you watched him cling onto your thighs for dear life. “Such a good boy.. my sweet boy.” You purred out, bucking your hips up slowly onto his tongue to add that needed friction. He let you use his mouth, pushing his head more into you, his tongue flattening as you used him. You felt your stomach start to knot, your grip on his blonde locks gaining tighter. You swayed your hips against his tongue harder, breathless moans escaping your slightly parted lips, staring down into his eyes as you collapsed, releasing all over his tongue.

He tore away from you to catch his breath, staring up at you as you admired his face as it glistened in the light, covered in your juices. A sight you’ve seen countless times before, but still couldn’t get enough of. He looked relaxed, like he was at home. Of course you had other plans, it was hardly over - but you cherished the moments where you could just admire your work. You peered down his body, knowing he was satisfied by the way he still managed to mewl without you even touching him. His long eyelashes fluttered as you cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a gentle kiss. Your plans were soon thrown out the window, focusing on nothing but pampering your boy.

“Did such a good job, Aus.” You whispered against the shell of his ear, earning a contempt sigh of approval. You reached your arms up, letting him curl into your side, one of his hands rested on your boob while his mouth attached to your other one. Your fingers tangled in his hair, admiring the beauty next to you as your eyes drifted.

He might have been mere a few years older than you, but he was still your baby. Your little prince. Your Aus. You wouldn’t ask for anyone else to call your baby.

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cryingabtab · 5 months

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Louder

Put Them On

Liar

Baby Boy

Surprise

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starboybutler · 6 months

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Sweat (18+)

summary: after a few odd months of living with austin, he and the blonde decide to take their relationship to a whole new level.

word count: 5220

warnings: very brief mention of elvis' death, loss of virginity, outdated thoughts and feelings towards homosexuality, fingering, unprotected anal sex, daddy kink, biting, sub space, elvis slipping into littlespace, aftercare, etc.

notes: this was meant to just be a simple smut fic to piss off people that hate me for writinng gay elvis porn, but i ended up going allllll out. 5k words of smut, feelings, and an au i need fo flesh out. uhh enjoy. also shout out to my beta reader @dontbeecruel and @superbatson for the moodboard 🫶🏽

he felt like he was floating.

he always felt like he was floating when he was with austin. something about the blonde made him feel warm and tingly. it was a mix of things, really– his icy blue eyes, his tousled blonde locks, his soft, full-looking pink lips, his cologne, the deep, honeyed tones of his voice….

elvis found himself questioning a lot of things about himself since he began living with austin. he always knew he liked women, but he never even considered men. mainly because it was taboo then, to be gay, and extremely frowned upon by most people. nearing the 60s and 70s of course, it was starting to get more talked about and acknowledged, but elvis was far too busy at that point. and then he…

…nevermind that. now that he was forced to think about that part of himself, he was overwhelmed. whenever austin would wrap an arm around him, or hug him, or do little things for him- like make his breakfast or buy him something that he liked, his heart would skip a beat. austin seemed so casual about all the affection, like he was used to being this close with another man. elvis had never probed him about his dating history, but he had his suspicions about him being less than straight.

but did he have any room to judge? people have said the same about him. austin always said that his sexuality didn’t matter, and that he’d help him explore it if he wanted. elvis asked what he meant by that, and looking back at that conversation– he didn’t know how he didn’t see that austin was hitting on him.

now, here elvis was, his face all red and sweaty as he laid back on the plush mattress. he's never been this nervous about sex before– but then again he's never had sex with another man before. especially not one this beautiful. sure, when he was younger, he had thought about it in fits of curiosity, but he never went through with it at all.

and now here was austin, shuffling up to him on his knees with a downright predatory look in his eye. his large, cool hands were resting idly on elvis’ knees, holding his thighs apart so he could see all of him. it should have been humiliating, letting another man see the most forbidden parts of himself- but austin made him feel warm. appreciated.

“ready?” the blonde asked in that oddly gentle voice of his, his long middle finger idly tracing lines against his skin as he trailed further down. elvis could only nod stiffly, his body hot and tingling and tense as austin’s hand slowly made its way to the pink skin of his untouched rim.

he felt so ashamed and exposed in that single moment, like he was standing in a crowd of adoring fans completely nude. it was horribly mortifying, but somewhat exciting, oddly. austin made him feel so many things at once– it was dizzying.

elvis let out a whine that could only be described as pathetic. austin paused, and looked at him with an amused expression.

“i haven't even pushed in yet.” he laughed softly, tilting his head.

“shut up!” elvis grunted, draping an arm over his eyes. “god– jus’, get on with it.” he muttered, embarrassed.

austin continued his slow movements, his slick finger rubbing gentle circles around his now slick rim, warming up the once-cold lube. after elvis had relaxed a bit from his gentle ministrations- he slowly pressed his finger inside of his tight heat.

it felt weird, admittedly. his finger was long and cool, gently poking and prodding inside of him. austin felt around, like he was searching methodically for something, making elvis squirm around like a fish out of water.

“q-quit pokin’ around in me–!” he complained, his cheeks reddening, before getting cut off by his own gasp as austin pressed the pad of his finger against an oddly tender spot inside of him.

his pink cock gave a little twitch at the stimulation, a little pearl of precum drooling from the tip of his cock.

“there it is,” the blonde grinned somewhat mischievously, rubbing the pad of his finger against the spot slowly. “feel that? feels good, doesn't it?”

elvis all but whimpered, his thighd twitching as if he didn't know whether he wanted to spread them or close them. “wh-what the hell– what is tha–” he panted, unable to keep speaking as the sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure through his body.

“it’s your prostate,” austin hummed simply. “the male g-spot, basically. don't worry, i won't play with it too much.” he chuckled, rubbing at the spot a few more times before curling the digit. “don’t want you t’cum too quick.”

he thrust his finger deep inside of him, brushing past that sweet spot each time. one finger already had him whining and shaking, so when austin added a second finger…

“f-f-fuck!”

“relax,” austin says soothingly, petting his thigh. “just breathe– i know it's a lot. so sensitive, aren’t you?”

“austin–” the man whined, his face dark red as he let his thighs flop open, his pink cock leaking and twitching against the tense muscles of his tan stomach. “austin, i can’t– what’re you doin’ t’me?” he asked, voiced high-pitched and confused sounding, like he was witnessing some sort of scientific phenomenon for the first time. austin let out a little amused laugh.

“feels good huh?” he mumbles, rhythmically curling his fingers up into the tender spot. “i told you i’d take care of you. and we’re just getting started…”

“f-feels like i’m gonna pee–” he pants, thighs tensing up with each calculated jab against his spot– prostate. he was absolutely bewildered, brain scrambled by the new sensation of intense pleasure boiling low in his belly. he had felt pleasure before, when he jerked off on lonely nights, or when he got some eager roadie to blow him backstage– but it was never this intense. he felt a hot tingle from his head to his toes, a throbbing from the sensitive head of his cock to his taint, and he felt so, so full. he felt like he was gonna die.

his breath exited his chest in a loud, deep exhale as austin suddenly pulled his fingers free, bringing elvis back from the haze of pleasure he was lost in. his head snapped up, his eyes lidded and dazed as he looked up at the blonde.

“what–”

“easy.” austin soothed, petting his thigh while his other hand squeezed the bottle of lube, drizzling it over his hard, leaking cock. elvis’ eyes widened at the sight of it, pink and throbbing between his pale, toned thighs. “i’ll fill you back up soon. so eager for it, huh?”

“i-i–” he pants, mouth hung open dumbly.

“it’s okay. y’don’t have to answer.” austin coos, positioning himself between elvis’ thighs. “i know you need it baby.”

elvis’ world felt like it flipped upside down when he felt the hot, blunt tip of austin’s cock press against his hole. his legs locked around the blonde’s waist, his hands grasping at his biceps tightly just so he could ground himself. he was gonna die, right here, under this specimen of a man.

“relax, e, y’gotta relax for me.” austin purred, the dangerously low tones of his voice like music to elvis’ ears as his large, slender hands massaged at his tense shoulders. “it’s a lot, i know, but ya gotta relax for me, babydoll.”

babydoll. oh god. if that didn’t make him melt like butter, he didn’t know what could. with a little exhale and a flutter of his eyelashes, he let his muscles unwind and relax under the other man, allowing him a more easy entrance when he decided to push in.

he expected austin to proceed with his plan of breaking elvis in, but he just leaned over him slowly, pressing his soft lips to the pulse point of his neck and nipping at the taut skin there. elvis shuddered under him, his hands tightening on his biceps once more.

gently, austin grabbed his slender wrists and pinned them on the mattress beside his head as he continued kissing and biting softly at his neck. the dark-haired man whimpered in the back of his throat, his fingers furling and unfurling in fits of nervousness at the affection. the tip of austin’s cock was still poking at him insistently, rubbing at his slick, sensitive rim with each subtle buck of his slim hips.

“you ready for me?” he whispered lowly, nipping at his earlobe as he pressed more firmly at his entrance. the slight pressure made elvis gasp, his body tensing up slightly at the warmth. he could feel how hard austin was, twitching and leaking against him with need and desire, his hot breath picking up against elvis’ tan skin the more he ground against him. the thought that austin was losing his usually calm, collected demeanor due to his raw, carnal need for him was driving elvis insane. he did this to austin. he made him lose his cool. he made him want to become something wild– something feral, almost. the thought of his need for elvis consuming him and turning him into some kind of needy, possessive, demanding beast was so arousing to him for a reason he couldn’t pinpoint.

“uh huh,” elvis panted, already flushed and breathless as he stared up at the blonde. “i’m ready, austin.”

“okay,” the blonde exhaled, pressing his hips forward. “lemme know if it hurts, okay?”

“mhm,”

he began inching himself in. elvis hissed at the stretch immediately. austin was big. he had seen his cock before– and he knew he was large, but

feeling it press inside of him was giving him an idea of how big his cock truly was. the warm, throbbing length of him was making elvis’ head spin with pleasure and a little bit of pain from the sting. austin’s eyes were scrunched shut in what looked like concentration, but he couldn’t be sure. maybe he was trying to hold himself back from plunging into elvis immediately– or he was adjusting to the tight squeeze of his virgin hole. either way, he looked fucking gorgeous. his plump, pink lips were dropped open, sweat dripping down his flushed, pink face as his chest heaved with labored breaths.

elvis felt like he was on fire. the stretch, the friction, the warmth of their bodies slotted together so closely…he might just burn alive. he didn’t know if he could handle anymore of austin inside of him. he hardly had the head in, and he already felt stretched to his max. austin must have sensed or felt this, because he paused and sat still inside of him. elvis was panting heavily, gripping the bed sheets and trembling softly.

“a-a-a-aust–” he whined, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears as he spoke, wrecked and needy and breathless as austin’s eyes opened and gazed down at his face. “you’re s-s-s-so big, it’s– i can’t– it won’t fit–”

“it’ll fit,” he panted, petting at his side soothingly, like he was a dog, as he began to press into him again.

he felt so full, like he would explode if austin pressed into him anymore. he didn’t even think he could fit a finger inside of him before this– so for austin to be halfway inside of him seemed like a miracle in itself. he genuinely felt like he was going to explode with everything happening at the moment. austin’s shaft was putting an obscene amount of pressure on his prostate, making an odd heat climb up his abdomen.

“almost there, e,” austin breathed, voice strained and breathy as he leaned down and pressed his forehead to elvis’. “almost in ya. can y’feel it? feel how deep i am inside?”

“yes,” elvis choked out, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as his thick, leaking cock twitched needily against his soft stomach. “i-i dunno if i can take it all–” he whimpered, clenching around austin’s thick, straining cock. “but i want to– so bad, austin- please,”

“you can. look, i’m almost there. jus’ breathe– fuck, goddamn, you’re so fuckin’ tight, e. good boy, gorgeous boy wrapped so pretty around my cock. goddamn,” he grit out, panting.

he was making austin feel good. the thought and realization made him tremble and whine in the back of his throat as he rolled his hips down against austin’s, shifting his throbbing length inside of him.

“fuck–!” the blonde grunted, his hands flying to elvis’ hips and gripping at them tightly, biting his lip as they ground together sloppily. “goddamn, e, you– fuck, you need it bad, huh baby?”

elvis couldn’t even respond. the friction inside of him was melting his brain, rendering him completely speechless. he just grabbed at the bedsheets and rolled his hips, chasing that feeling he got deep in his belly whenever the head of austin’s cock rubbed against that oddly tender spot deep inside of him. the whole ordeal was oddly hypnotic– up and down and up and down and oh god he was gonna cum if he wasn’t careful.

“gonna cum,” he managed to brokenly choke out, his hips stuttering in their languid movements against austin. “f-fuck– please, ‘m already gon’--”

to his displeasure, or his relief, austin halted his hips. elvis was trembling, his whole body tingling and on fire from head to toe after having his orgasm ripped away from him so abruptly. austin was quick to make him feel good in other ways though, leaning down and using his plump lips to mouth and bite at his neck and jaw. he traced just under his neck, before latching onto a particularly sensitive spot and suckling harshly.

elvis had never been bitten before. he had always done the biting. the sting, the warmth of their mouth, the suction– it was all so amazing. when austin pulled away to look at his work, elvis whined and let his head fall back to expose more of his neck.

“again,” elvis begged, his voice unsteady.

austin kissed at his tense, straining neck again, nipping at his collarbones and the column of his throat before biting down once more. elvis’ hips stuttered again, shifting austin’s length inside of him once more. both men hissed, and little elvis gave a pathetic little spasm against their stomachs.

“ready for me to start movin’?” austin panted, hips twitching ever so slightly against elvis. “ready for me to fuck you?”

“uh huh,” elvis gasped, his face red and eyes lidded as he stared up at the blonde, who looked equally as disheveled as he did. “r-r-ready.”

he thought that he had a good idea of what was coming next, given their sloppy grinding together a few minutes prior. he expected to feel something similar– and he’d be ready this time– but no. when austin began to pull out of him, his entire body tensed up involuntarily. austin soothed him with gentle rubs on his side, making him relax ever so slightly– but all that tension came back when he was filled back up.

lord, it felt good. austin was going slow, so so slow, and yet elvis felt as if he were being dipped in a pool of hot magma with each drag of austin’s cock against his walls. he must have made a noise, or done something, because austin paused in his movements.

“too much?” he questioned, stroking elvis’ cheek gently and watching as the man below him panted and writhed, his muscles tensing rhythmically. “tell me if i need to slow down. i don’t wanna hurt you.”

“it feels– so good,” elvis sobs, his breath hitching and chest spasming with each frantic breath he took. he’s never felt like this in his life– he felt like he was melting and floating all at the same time– his body simultaneously limp and tense and hot and cold and and and– all he could see and feel was austin. he needed him– badly. “aus,”

his tone of voice got higher, tears spilling from his eyes as he stared up at the blonde angel. what would he do without him? he’d be so so lost, he’d probably be all alone, in some big scary town, not knowing what anything is. he was so grateful for austin taking care of him, even when he was being a damn idiot. he loved him. he needed him.

“e? hey, it’s okay, don’t cry.” austin purred, wiping away the hot trails of tears with his thumbs. “do we need to stop? is this too much? i’m sorry, i probably should have explained more about what it’d feel like– i’m so sorry e. let’s go bathe, hm?”

austin moved to pull free, but elvis managed to wrap his legs around austin’s slender waist. austin paused and hissed, looking down at elvis in a mix of shock and arousal.

“don’ go.” elvis sniffled. “need you. l-love you.” he stuttered, voice crackling and breathy as he pressed his wet, tear stained face into austin’s neck. “m-make me cum, please,”

austin hummed deep in his chest, low and possessive as he began his shallow thrusts once more. their quick, frantic little breaths mingled together, filling the air along with the sounds of skin on skin rhythmically smacking together with each thrust.

it was almost unbearable. elvis dug the ends of his blunt manicured nails into austin’s back and clawed down, leaving angry red scars in their wake. the small action made austin buck his hips up, hissing lowly and kissing at the shell of elvis’ ear.

“baby, keep doin’ that and i won’t last long,” austin warned, hips picking up in speed as elvis did his best to roll his hips back onto austin’s cock, all but throwing himself onto the other man.

his chest heaved and stomach spasmed as he fell victim to the sensation, his own cries silent to his ears, but he’s sure he was wailing and gasping something awful as austin sped up his hips.

the bed was creaking and bouncing, the headboard smacking against the wall with each powerful thrust of austin’s hips.

poor little elvis was weeping against his stomach, throbbing and red with neglect as he let his thighs relax in an attempt to stop squeezing the life out of austin. he wanted to stroke his cock– to at least touch it– but with all the sensations going on he didn’t know what would happen if he did.

the blonde must have felt elvis’ hands twitching on his back, or he must have sensed it, because his long, nimble fingers moved from gripping the bed sheets to grazing elvis’ tender erection.

“fuck!” elvis all but yelled, trembling like a leaf in the wind as austin continued to graze his poor neglected member with the pads of his fingers. it was too much, but not enough, and oh god he was gonna–

“hold on baby,” austin grunted, his thrusts becoming more shallow as he gently gripped elvis’ cock in his hand. “i’m sorry, been neglectin’ poor little elvis, haven’t i?” he croons, squeezing the poor pink little thing in his palm. “you needs it bad, huh?”

“y-yes–” elvis sobs, his cock drooling and spasming, confused and tortured by the way austin was able to tear his orgasm away from him with just a few simple movements. he was teetering on the edge of an amazing, mind altering orgasm, but austin would change the speed of his thrusts, or stop his teasing touches against his needy cock, tearing his ecstacy away from him once more. his brain felt all fuzzy and warm, like he was falling into some kind of daze. “n-needs it real bad, aus, needs it–”

“its okay baby, i’ll give it to ya,” he promises, kissing his jaw sweetly and speeding up his hips once more. “i’ll let my little baby cum, give him that nice feelin’ in his tummy. that what you want?”

elvis could only nod weakly. then, it hit him that austin knew exactly how to press his buttons– and that’s exactly what he was doing. the baby-talk, the teasing, the praise– he was toying with elvis, making him come closer to the edge of his orgasm and ripping it away like an owner playing with his cat. he was evil. absolutely evil.

“p-please, austin– d-daddy,” elvis stammered, his hand coming up to his chest and scratching at the tanned flesh almost desperately. “n-n-need t’cum, n-n-need– i need it, please lemme have it, i’ve b-be-en so good,”

“i know, i know you have.” austin said breathlessly, his cock spasming within elvis. “i jus’ want you to hold on a lil longer baby, j-jus’ a lil more for daddy. we’re gon’ cum together, okay? jus’ wait for daddy–”

“i can’t, i can’t wait–” elvis cries, his voice climbing higher in pitch as his body decides he can’t handle the sensations assaulting him anymore. the feeling of austin’s cock stabbing into his prostate, his limber hands squeezing his sensitive cock, the way his skin is so so warm against his– it’s all too much.

little elvis jerks in austin’s palm, his cockhead squirting out thick, milky ropes of spend against both of their chests and stomachs thickly. he’s never cum so much– it didn’t seem to want to stop shooting out of him.

more spend was urged from him with each demanding thrust against his prostate and pull of austin’s hand, prolonging his sinful high for more than he could handle. when he started coming down, he was immediately overwhelmed by it all.

“oh– w-w-wai-”

“almost there,” austin grit out, and the way his eyes were scrunched shut, body wound tight seemed to prove it. “gonna cum, babydoll, gonna fill you up nice and good–”

“a-a-a-austin–!”

then, a hot, wet warmth, like nothing he’s ever felt, filled him to what felt like the brim. a hot little streak of it even dribbled out of him, and pooled onto the bed sheets below.

austin’s twitching cock was still stimulating him within, making elvis whine and sob as his cock gave another little twitch, cum bubbling out of his slit in weak little spurts. austin was too caught up in his own haze of pleasure to notice elvis’ second orgasm– opting to press his plush, bitten lips against elvis’ in a fit of desperation. the older man had to tap for mercy when austin started doing quick little aborted thrusts– fucking him like he was a bunny– making his whole body feel like it was on fire.

“e-enough–enough–!” he gasped, his mouth agape as he pulled away from the kiss, begging for austin to still his hips. “c-can’t take n’more, c-can’t–”

the blonde halted immediately, his breath heavy and labored as he stared down at elvis. he was an absolute mess. his hair and face were damp, his cheeks a deep, embarrassed red. his chest and stomach were filthy with his own spend, as well as sweat and precum. it was a sight to behold. if austin really wanted to, he could get his phone and take a million pictures– but he wouldn’t embarrass him like that.

“you okay?” he questioned breathlessly, eyes lidded and pupils blown as he stared down at the disheveled, sweaty man beneath him. “you hurtin’? sore? did i bite you too hard?”

elvis shook his head weakly, his voice failing him. he just stretched out his arms, making weak little grabby hands at austin. the blonde laughed, pulling elvis into his arms and rubbing his large hands up and down his back soothingly. “oh, okay baby. let’s get in the tub, yeah? how’s that sound?”

elvis just nodded weakly, his world nothing but a warm, blurry haze in his eyes at the moment. austin hoisted him into his arms with ease, and elvis wrapped his legs around austin’s slim waist on instinct. he laid on his shoulder limply, swaying with the gentle movement of each step austin took. the whole situation felt oddly nostalgic, honestly. elvis, dazed or inebriated, resting on someone’s shoulder or lap as they soothed him like he was a child that had scraped their knee.

ever since he had come to modern times, he had seen every little comment made about him. how he was nothing but a no good man who loved to take advantage of girls by acting like he was a child, making them pity him. except it wasn’t an act. sometimes, elvis just…acted that way. he always heard that people took care of one another in relationships, but whenever he expressed the need to be taken care of, he was labeled as weird. maybe most men wouldn’t baby talk, or refer to themselves as a ‘little one’, or any of that, but so what? that didn’t make him bad, did it?

he was jerked out of his mind as he was placed in warm, bubbly water. the warm, moist air smelled like lavender and cherries. he let out an involuntary purr as he settled into the water, letting himself relax and melt into the warmth. he heard a rustle behind him, and felt a familiar warmth.

“hey baby.”

“hi,” elvis said meekly, shame washing over him as he remembered everything he had done in the bed. maybe people were right to think he was weird. he idly swished his hands in the water to distract himself from the thought.

“how you feel? down there, i mean,” austin clarified, eyes darting down.

“fine,” the older man mumbled, avoiding eye contact with austin out of shame. “just…stings a little.”

it went quiet, save for the steady running of the faucet into the tub. elvis had found a particularly interesting cluster of foam bubbles, shaping them into funny shapes with his hands. austin’s eyes were still trained on him, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at him. not after all that.

“elvis,” the low, seductive tones of austin’s voice sliced through the thick silence like a hot knife. “do you remember what happened in bed? like, all of it?”

“mhm.”

“you called me daddy,” he supplied helpfully, making elvis visibly prickle at the reminder. “y’wanna talk about that?”

“no,” elvis hissed, his cheeks flushing darkly in shame. “it was a slip up, that’s it.”

“e, baby, please talk to me.” austin begged, gently grabbing and holding his hand that was fiddling with the suds around them. “i’m not here to judge, baby. i jus’ wanna know what’s going on.”

elvis went quiet, enjoying how his hand kind of felt small in austin’s. he really didn’t have an answer, if he was being honest. it really was a slip up, from somewhere deep in his mind. austin was just talking to him in that tone he uses– like when he’s talking to a younger fan or a dog. “you were taking good care of me.” elvis blurted out before he could stop himself. “i-i…really liked that.”

austin’s kind gaze didn’t falter. he held onto elvis’ hand tighter, grazing over his knuckles with the pad of his thumb rhythmically. “well then, i guess i shouldn’t stop, huh?” he smiles, bringing a wet hand to elvis’ matted locks. “turn around baby. let’s give your hair a good wash.”

“aus, you don’t gotta–” he protested, but his words died on his tongue as austin’s nimble fingers began massaging at his scalp gently, wetting it thoroughly. then, he drizzled some honey-scented shampoo onto his head. it smelled like him.

austin began scratching at his scalp all over, humming a little tune to himself as he watched the shampoo turn into foamy suds. all the attention was making elvis hot and bothered. he didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he really liked austin’s hands. those nimble, warm, large hands of his always made him feel some type of way. feeling them roam his sensitive scalp, massaging him…

“you okay?” the blonde asked, head tilted in curiosity as he slowed his movements. “you’re squirmin’ a lot. you sure i didn’t hurt you?”

“i’m sure,” elvis mumbles, face flushed as he presses his thighs together. “jus’....got excited again.” he admits, embarrassed. “sorry.”

“oh,” austin hums. “want me to…”

“no way,” the older man huffs. “i’m so goddamn tired, another orgasm would probably kill me.”

austin chuckles in that low, delightful way of his, continuing his gentle massage and lathering of elvis’ scalp. “okay. just relax then.”

he allows himself to lean back onto austin, closing his eyes and humming lowly to himself. the warmth of the blonde’s bare chest against his back was so comforting to him. he noticed that they were almost in sync whenever they took a breath, the rise and fall almost lulling him to sleep.

“c’mon, wake up sleepy head.” austin teased, nudging him with his bare shoulder. “gotta dry you off before we climb into bed.”

“wha?” elvis hums, his eyes lidded and droopy as he groggily sits up, blinking rapidly. “oh, yeah. ‘mkay,”

elvis stood, rubbing his eyes with wet hands and yawning loudly, humming in his chest as austin began drying him off with a warm towel. he focussed on his thick, wet hair, mussing it about and patting it dry as he smiled at elvis softly.

that warm, fuzzy feeling was engulfing him again. he felt so small in this moment, sitting naked and damp on a counter and letting another person dress him, and dote on him. it was a strangely nice sensation. he complied with austin as the blonde lifted his arms to better dry him off and slide his arms into a fuzzy, warm robe, adding onto that haziness he felt.

as austin tied up the front, the soft fabric rubbed against his soft cock gently and made him squirm around bashfully as austin cooed to him.

“hey now, what’s all this squirmin’ about?”

“th’ robe.” elvis mumbles, gently taking austin’s outstretched hand and leaning onto him as they walk towards the bed. “it’s…rubbin’ on me.”

“does it feel nice?”

“mhm.” elvis admits, blushing softly. “feels nice. but ‘m tired, papa.”

austin smiles gently and guides him to lay down, wrapping his arms around his slim waist and pulling him into his chest gently. “yeah? well, if you’re good, daddy will let you cum tomorrow, okay?”

“t-tomorrow?” elvis asked in a bit of a daze, pressing his nose into austin’s chest sleepily. “w-we’re gonna play again t’morrow?” he inquired, his voice high and hopeful as he gazed up at the blonde through his eyelashes.

“of course, baby.” austin smiles, pressing his nose into elvis’ still damp locks, smiling and rubbing his back softly. “that’s what daddy’s do. they take care of their babies. play with them and make them feel all nice and fuzzy. you like when i do that, right?”

“uh huh,” elvis mumbles, his eyes beginning to drift closed. “you’re a good daddy. the best.”

“thank you prince. you get some rest, now. we’re gonna play a lot more tomorrow. want you to he nice and rested for that, okay?” austin purrs, hugging him tightly and kissing his scalp. “love you, pretty prince.”

“mm…daddy..” elvis drawled, his vision fading into a pleasant, warm darkness, his head full of nothing but austin’s deep, warm voice and steady heartbeat. “love you too.”

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Happy fuckin’ Birthday

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 3194

Warning(s): smut, kind of public handjob (m. receiving), getting caught, 50s!Elvis, sub!Elvis, soft dom!reader, strong language, alcohol consumption, inaccurate timelines in Elvis’ life.

Requested: yesss, by anon! hope this finds its way back to you, love <3

Summary: Elvis is needy during his birthday dinner and wants your attention, not caring about anyone else in the room.

Author’s note: slightly different than requested, but ofcourse my brain has a mind on its own, as usual. it’s kinda short, but hope you’ll still enjoy, my luvies <3

read part 2 here!

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The cold January air was nipping harshly at your cheeks as you made your way past Audubon Park, making you wrap your thick coat around you firmer as a chill ran down your spine. You made sure not to look at the dark park beside you despite it only being 6 o’clock in the evening, quickening your step. Elvis wasn’t able to pick you up tonight, which you completely understood seeing it was his birthday and he had been entertaining visiting family and friends since the afternoon. Unfortunately, you were the last one to arrive at the gathering because of work, but as soon as you turned the corner onto Audubon Drive and saw the Presley house, excitement bubbled in your stomach.

It was your boyfriend’s 21st birthday, which you and him have been looking forward to for a while now. You were a year older than him and he hated how you were able to sip on a drink when he’d take you out to dinner and he wasn’t. The fact that you often ordered an alcoholic beverage just to tease him didn’t help either─the only time he ever drank was in secret with people he was close with, or when he was over at your house and your parents weren’t there. You were pretty sure neither his or your parents would care if he would’ve had a beer before the age of 21 at dinner, but it was him who felt uncomfortable drinking in their presence. You didn’t argue him on the topic.

Not even ten seconds after you rang the doorbell, the door already swung open, revealing a smiling Scotty who immediately took a step aside for you. You greeted him with a quick hug before you took off your coat, greeting some other people before you made your way into the dining room with the gift bag that hung on your fingertips.

‘‘Oh, Y/N dear, you’re here!’’ Gladys cheered happily as she put another plate of food on the table which was already full of all kinds of dishes and drinks, walking over to you to engulf you in the warmth of a motherly embrace. You giggled softly, kissing her cheek. You were just about to ask where Elvis was, but he already appeared in the opening in between the dining room and the kitchen, holding a bottled beer in his hand.

‘‘Mama, I think the dumplings are burnin’, I don’t know what I’m doin’,’’ he laughed as Gladys rolled her eyes, quickly making her way back in the kitchen as she let go of you to hopefully save some of those dumplings. You looked at Elvis and made your way over to him, grinning.

‘‘There’s my girl,’’ he smiled brightly, reaching out his hand to you which you took, allowing him to pull you into his chest. ‘‘Happy birthday, baby,’’ you smiled, pecking his lips before you handed him the gift bag, nodding to the beer in his hand. ‘‘I see you’re finally taking advantage of your coming of age moment,’’ you teased him, looking over your shoulder at Vernon who was already sitting at the head of the table, raising his own beer at his son. Elvis laughed and returned the gesture before you looked back at each other, Elvis taking an extra big sip from his drink on purpose. You laughed and rolled your eyes, ushering him over to the table so he could open his present. He put the bottle down along with the bag and reached his hands into it, his eyes twinkling cutely with excitement as he tore the wrapping paper off of the gift─when he saw the first picture that was ever taken of you two together framed in dark wooden frame, he immediately pulled you into his side and kissed your temple.

‘‘There’s more,’’ you giggled, taking another wrapped gift out of the bag which you handed to him. He kept his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he unwrapped it, squeezing you against his chest in the process. He smiled brightly at the box of cologne you knew he liked so much. Honestly, he was one of the most difficult people to gift something to, because he already had everything and he never gave you any hints of what he’d like. To him, it didn’t matter what you’d give him because he loved everything. Just your presence was enough for him already. ‘‘Thank you, sweetness. I love it, I’m gon’ take the picture on the road with me and put it next to my bed every night,’’ he grinned, looking at the picture before he kissed your cheek a few times, hugging you tightly. You laughed softly and nodded, hugging him back until Gladys came back into the dining room, with the dumplings that somehow survived whatever Elvis had done to them.

Bill and Scotty sat down at the table alongside some of Elvis’ other friends and cousins. Gladys sat down at the other end of the table and when Elvis came back from the kitchen with a drink for you, he sat down next to you opposite Bill and Scotty. You thanked him with a smile and placed your hand in his, your other in Vernon’s while closing your eyes. As soon as Vernon was done with saying grace, everyone released hands and the volume was raised immediately again as everyone was making conversation and starting on their meals.

‘‘So, how does it feel to finally be twenty one?’’ You grinned at your boyfriend as you took a bite of Gladys’ perfectly made green bean casserole. He let out a laugh, one arm hung over the back of your chair as he popped a dumpling in his mouth, chewing it down quickly to not show you how hot they were. They tasted so good that he could barely wait─worth burning his tongue over.

‘‘It feels good, but.. the same,’’ he chuckled, taking a sip of his drink to cool down his tongue. You hummed as you nodded, swallowing your food down. ‘‘The only difference is that from now on, I’ll be getting drunk in front of my parents more often,’’ he whispered jokingly and you laughed, nudging his arm with your elbow as you took another bite of your food. You saw Gladys looking at you two with a big smile on her face which you returned before you made her son focus back on his birthday dinner, instead of giving you all the attention.

While Elvis liked having everyone over and he was happy to be home, his attention kept being drawn back to you. He hadn’t seen you for the entire day and although he did see you yesterday and you were there to wish him a happy birthday precisely as the clock struck twelve, he missed you every second of the day. As everyone was pretty much done with dinner and dessert was served, the music got a little louder and more drinks were nursed by everyone in the room. Everyone was sharing stories, whether about Elvis or about themselves and what they had been doing recently, and you tried to listen to all of them and engage in conversations, but Elvis was demanding. He wanted your attention and he wanted it now.

‘‘Let’s go to my room,’’ he whispered in your ear as he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers as he kept your hand under the table in his lap, kissing the shell of your ear. You laughed softly and looked at him, shaking your head. ‘‘This is your birthday and you haven’t even finished your dessert,’’ you whispered back, looking at his half eaten cake on his plate. He just shrugged and grinned against your skin, lips still against your ear. ‘‘I’m sleepin’ over, El. Let’s just stay down here for a bit longer,’’ you quickly whispered to him before you took a bite of your own dessert, smiling and nodding at something Scotty was saying─he was in the middle of a story, but honestly, you had no idea what it was about because your boyfriend was still clinging to your side like a koala. And it was especially hard for you to focus on whatever Scotty was saying when Elvis pulled his hand out of yours but before you even had the chance to put your back above the table, he pressed it down on the very prominent bulge he was currently sporting. You nearly choked on the birthday cake, quickly taking a sip of your drink before you’d have a coughing fit right in front of everyone.

‘‘Elvis!’’ You hissed softly at him, giving him a warning look but he just looked at you with innocent eyes, a grin tugging at his lips. He had expected you to keep your hand right where it was and right where he wanted it, but as he removed his own hands, so did you. You placed your hands back on the table, wrapping both of them around your drink as a smile fell over your own face when you noticed him gasping softly at your actions. He pulled his chair closer into the table and leaned against your side, whispering in your ear again. ‘‘Please, baby.. I need you so bad,’’

You bit your lip, turning your head slightly into his direction to look at him. ‘‘You won’t be able to keep quiet. Stop it,’’ you whispered back, laughing softly as you took a sip of your drink again. He had never been silent when being intimate with you and honestly, you were very good at making him a whining and moaning mess. You’d often have to cover his mouth with your hand or he’d cover his face with a pillow, because you both still lived at home and car sex was too cold this time of the year. If your or his parents ever heard you go at it, they had never mentioned it and you were more than grateful for that.

‘‘I’ll be good and keep quiet, I promise,’’ he spoke in your ear, sneaking his hand over to yours on the table, grabbing it. You bit your tongue not to laugh, letting him pull your hand back under the table and place it back on his hard on─you did your best not to look suspicious and looked back at Scotty who was still in the middle of his story, trying to understand what it was about. You just laughed along as everyone else did, squeezing Elvis in your palm softly and he nearly let out a moan. You heard the soft grunt that did sneak out of his mouth and he quickly bit his tongue, busying himself with the cake he had left on his plate. It didn’t take him long before he was bucking his hips, creating more friction with your hand through the fabric of his white pants─he was playing a very dangerous game here. You both knew it, but he couldn’t get himself to stop and when you saw how he was nibbling at his lip and lifting his beer from the table with a shaky hand, you couldn’t either. You always loved every reaction he gave you when you were making him feel good and you had to try real hard not to pull him to his room and have your way with him.

You felt his hand creep onto your knee under the table, fingertips crawling underneath your skirt which was a little shorter than usual─easy access, he figured. You trapped his hand in between your legs before his fingers could reach your panties, giving him a knowing look. Those dominant eyes of yours nearly made him cum right into his pants, but it also made him quickly pull back his hand, cheeks flushed as he gave you a goofy smile. The dynamics in your relationship were quite amusing really─outside, he was the ‘dominant’ type, the one who wore the pants so to speak and everyone knew it. But behind closed doors, he just loved when you’d pamper him and he would pretty much do anything you wanted him to. He loved not having to be in control all the time and letting you take over whenever you pleased and it seemed like tonight was one of those nights. He did not mind at all, already excited for what you had planned for him when you’d finally take him out of this damn dining room.

‘‘How is your fathers’ business going, Y/N?’’ Vernon suddenly asked you, drawing your attention to him. You looked at your father in law and put on your brightest smile. You could feel Elvis sneakily and silently opening his belt and pulling down his zipper, trying to get your hand into his pants. ‘‘Oh, just great! It’s actually the store’s 5th anniversary next week,’’ you said excitedly and Vernon smiled, taking a sip of his drink as he leaned his elbows on the table, looking at you. He seemed clueless as to what was happening under the table─your hand wrapped around his son’s bare cock now, him trying to fuck himself into your fist as slowly as he could. Elvis’ cheeks were flushed and his eyes a little dazed, but he figured the beers he nursed throughout the evening would be a good excuse for his current state.

‘‘That’s great. Tell your father I will swing by,’’ Vernon smiled at you and you nodded, looking at Bill who then spoke to you. ‘‘Do you have some free time soon, Y/N? If you do, you should definitely join us on the road,’’ he said as he leaned back in his chair, his arm hung around the back of Scotty’s seat. Scotty immediately agreed, nodding excitedly. ‘‘You should! I think Elvis would be more than happy to let you tag along, right, EP?’’ the guitarist said, looking at your boyfriend. Elvis widened his eyes a little, looking at the two men across from him as he had his elbows perched on the table, hiding his mouth behind his knuckles. ‘‘Hmm?’’ He managed to bring out and you laughed softly, biting your lip as you looked at him. You tilted your head a little, putting on an innocent smile as you squeezed his cock a little harder, circling your thumb around the tip, spreading some of his precum around. He groaned softly in the back of his throat, his pleading eyes finding yours as he sped up the movements of his hips a little, making sure he didn’t draw any attention to what was going on.

‘‘Bill said that I should come along on the road for a few days,’’ you told him and he just smiled and nodded, quickly grabbing his drink again so he wouldn’t have to speak. You turned back to the other men and shrugged your shoulders, smiling brightly. ‘‘I’ll make sure to take some days off, so count me in,’’ you told them and Elvis snuck one hand under the table again, grabbing yours to speed up your movements as he held his hips still this time. You gave his cock a warning squeeze and although he knew you’d punish him for it, he didn’t care in this moment─he wanted you so bad, it was nearly becoming unbearable. He should feel ashamed with his Mama and Daddy right there at the table, but his arousal was clouding any rational thought he should have in this situation. Scotty put up his thumb as he smiled and as he accidentally dropped his lighter to the floor, you knew exactly where this was going. Elvis knew it too.

As soon as Scotty bend down to the floor, you wanted to pull your hand back but Elvis wrapped his hand around your wrist, keeping you right in your place. You widened your eyes at him a little and he just grinned, biting his lip as he leaned closer to you, kissing your cheek.

‘‘Are you gon’ punish me for this?’’ He whispered in your ear, his voice deep and hoarse, making your own arousal grow. He wanted your answer to be yes so bad─wanted you to punish him for putting you in a situation like this in front of his family. ‘‘You just wait and see,’’ you hissed softly at him, looking at Scotty who hit his head against the table as he came back up with flushed cheeks, lighter in hand. The guitarist rubbed the top of his head, clearing his throat a little before he quickly lit his cigarette and looked at you and Elvis for a second before he quickly turned back to Billy, falling right back into conversation as if nothing happened. You were glad he did, not knowing what you’d do if he would’ve exposed you right there at the dinner table.

You could tell Elvis was shamelessly getting close to his climax─he was kissing your cheek and breathing in your ear every chance he got and he could barely talk to anyone anymore. He was thrusting into your fist again, his hips starting to pick up their pace, making the table cloth move a little with his movements. When Gladys got up to clean, you took your chance and suddenly pulled your hand out of your boyfriends’ pants.

‘‘I’ll help you, mrs. Presley,’’ you smiled at your mother in law, grabbing your napkin tha laid next to your plate as you got up, wiping your hands on it before you pulled your skirt down. ‘‘Thank you, dear. And get that beer away from him, he’s lookin’ a lil drunk already,’’ she giggled as she nodded at Elvis, bright red cheeks, eyes wide as he looked up at you. It wasn’t because of the beer, but because of what you had just done and how you were just going to leave him hanging like that. You laughed and nodded, picking up some plates and his half empty bottle of beer. Leaning down to him to kiss his cheek, you quickly whispered in his ear.

‘‘This is your punishment,’’

He gasped softly, hands under the table to quickly make himself decent again─the tightness of his boxershorts and pants making him want to cry with how uncomfortable it felt. He needed his release so badly, but as you looked over your shoulder and shot him a wink and playful smile, he knew that there wasn’t anything he could do other than wait for everyone to leave and you were finally ready to go to his room. Tease or not, he was sure you had a lot more planned for him this evening and just thinking about that, only made it harder for him to calm down and for his hard on to go away. Scotty looked at him from across the table, wide knowing grin on his face.

‘‘Happy fuckin’ Birthday,’’ the guitarist laughed, throwing his head back as Elvis blushed and rolled his eyes, throwing a piece of bread in his direction. Bill just looked at the interaction with frowned eyebrows─Elvis was sure Scotty would tell him all about it later, but as long as his parents would be kept in the dark on the matter, he didn’t give a damn.

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Candy Hearts ♡

pairing: sub!austin x fem-dom!reader | word count: 7.6k-ish

warnings: FLUFF, smut, stuttering, subby shy giggly artist!austin, handjob, praise kink, oral (f receiving), squirting, humiliation kink, straight sadism lol, name calling, forced o, multiple o’s, overstimulation, little-esque?, 18+ MDNI

summary: you decide to give your shy, artsy chemistry partner a chance when he asks you to be his valentine. after his creative date surprised you, you invite him over for a movie and… snacks.

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disclaimer: for vday i wanted to challenge myself because as most of you know, fluff is not my forte lol so not only was writing with NO angst a challenge but also one shots aren’t my favorite to write & so i feel as though it is not my best work 😅 pls keep that in mind & don’t judge too harshly 😅👉🏻👈🏻 hope you enjoy anyway! (also late, kinda rushed, didn't use my thesaurus for this one lol sorry 😅)

vibes: candy hearts playlist ♡

⋆⁺₊⋆ i’d be your stars,

and you’d be my little moon ☾

-little moon - mackenzie bourg

You tapped a gel pen against the tall wooden desk you were sat at, waiting for class to start. Your cheek rested in your palm propped up by your elbow and your eyes threatened to doze off at the monotony of the 7 pm Thursday chemistry class.

The small, shy boy who had been assigned as your partner for semester was the only highlight of the horrendous class. He was quite entertaining, both because of how endearing his timid fumbling was and how easily you could fluster him. You knew he had a thing for you, but you never pursued anything, even though he was exactly your type. You simply didn’t think he could handle you, he seemed too inexperienced.

The slender boy finally rushed in just minutes before class was supposed to start. His paint-covered baby yellow Kanken backpack was busting with supplies, art brushes, sketchbooks, colored pencils in metal containers, even a small canvas or two. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell he was an art major – hell just looking at him told you he was an art major. The curly haired blonde wore a striped long sleeved shirt with the cuffs covering his hands.

“Hi y/n.” He said shyly, plopping his backpack on the ground.

“Hey Austin.” You smiled a little at the scene in front of you, you couldn’t help but find him absolutely adorable.

“So- uh-“ His voice carrying a nervous tremble and fidgeted slightly with his thumbs, “Um, I was wondering if I could show you something after class?”

You propped up a brow, “Oh? What is it that you have to show me?”

“Well- uh, I- um,” He fumbled, “I kinda need an opinion on something.” He ended quickly.

You eyed him but before you were able to question him further your professor began and he was a hardass about anyone interrupting class, he’d even lock the door if you were late.

Class ended around 9 pm and the impromptu plans with Austin had nearly escaped your mind, until his anxious voice informed you, “It’s uh, in the art lab, if you wanna follow me?”

“Sure.” You nodded lightly, curious as to what he’d possibly want your opinion on. You were a communications major and hadn’t ever taken an art class. You barely even knew where the art wing was.

He led you through hallways and courtyards, barely saying a word to you, just very determined to reach his destination. You followed him cautiously observing him, the way his fingers would play with the tail of the backpack strap, a hand in his pocket then out, tugging at the hem of his shirt. Whatever he was showing you was definitely making him nervous.

He walked you into an empty room, littered with half-finished canvases, drying clay pots, mannequins, prop fruits and the air was heavy with paint fumes.

“Wow, it’s really cool in here.” You commented gazing over the mesmerizing room.

He didn’t reply and just kept walking towards the back of the room where it seemed to be the pottery section. When he reached the second shelf of finished pottery projects, he stood in front of it. “So- um- I’m sorry in advance if this is weird.”

Your brows curved at his words, silently praying it wasn’t going to be something gross. He swiveled around, picked something up, held it for a second before turning around. Rosy flush filled his cheeks as he handed you a short but wide heart-shaped cylindrical container. It was a light lavender color, resembling the color of a candy heart.

You carefully took the cup-like sculpture, giving him a questioning look.

“I uh- um, look inside.” He said shyly, bringing sweater-covered hand to his mouth chewing on his thumbnail.

You peered inside the cup and in candy heart-font said, ‘Be mine?’

“I was w-wondering if you’d maybe, want to be, ya know, my v-valentine?” He stuttered out, “I know it’s kinda lame and you probably hate valentine’s day-“

“Yes.” You said simply with a gentle smile.

“It’s okay I underst- wait, yes?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, this is the cutest thing anyone’s ever given me.”

“Oh,” He blushed and went to bring his covered hand to block his face but stopped himself, bringing it down to fidget, “Um, it’s a pen holder.” He clarified.

“A pen holder?” You questioned with a little laugh.

“Yeah, well I noticed you use a lot of colored pens in class so… I thought you might need something to keep them on your desk.” He bit down on his lip to hide a smile.

A wide grin tugged at your lips, maybe this one had potential afterall. “Well, that’s quite thoughtful of you Austin.” You continued inspecting the inside of the cup, noticing some extra sketches inside, “What are those?” You tilted the pot to him, the sight intensifying the redness in his cheeks.

“O-Oh, um, they’re beakers…because you know we’re in chemistry class…” He trailed off, “I know it’s really lame I’m sorry I just thought-“

You giggled and placed a finger to his lips, “Sh, I think it’s cute.”

“You do?” He looked at you with the bluest, cutest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen.

“Yeah,” Your lips curling into a beam. “Well, what are we doing for the date then Valentine?” Emphasizing the name thinking he’d probably like the reassurance.

“O-Oh well- I,” He fumbled to swing his full backpack off his one shoulder, unzipping the pouch and digging around until he found what he searched for. He held out two voucher type papers, “I thought maybe we could go to this pottery class? It’s like a w-wine and pottery type thing… I don’t k-know if you even drink b-but yeah, in case you did, I don’t know I thought you m-might like it.” His nerves clear in his increased stutter. The stuttering wasn’t new, he had one even when he was calm. But it got worse when he was nervous, like before a quiz or an experiment, and especially during presentations. You often had to take over explaining the slides for him since it got so bad. You didn’t mind though, science wasn’t his strong suit. Makes sense for a right-brain artsy individual.

“Sure, it sounds like fun.” You held the glazed clay close to your chest, knowing you it was in danger of getting dropped and you didn’t wanna risk breaking it. “I look forward to it.” You leaned over and pressed a tiny kiss to his cheek.

He bit down on his lip and nodded, “Cool.”

Valentine’s Day came and you arrived to the pottery place that was hidden away in a quaint part of town you’d never been before. You waited outside, leaning against the wall. There was a bit of a buzz in your tummy, maybe you were more excited for this date than you thought. There was a gift hidden behind you to surprise him with.

Finally, you noticed the small boy making his way to you – curled up cuffed jeans, black converse, and a slightly nicer blue sweater with a white collar peeking out beneath it. “Hi y/n.” He smiled shyly, even shier than normal. You questioned whether he’d even been on a date before. He pulled his arms from behind his back, holding out a single rose and a large box of luxurious looking chocolates. “I-I didn’t know what kinda chocolates you liked s-so I got you a variety pack.”

The sight of him was so endearing, his long shaggy blonde hair, his nervously restrained smile and pink freckly cheeks, it sent a flutter in your chest. “That’s very sweet of you Austin.” A toothy grin laid claim across your face, “I got you something too.” Bringing your arm out from behind your back, offering a teddy bear wearing a sweater that resembled many that he wore.

His face lit up, “O-Oh my goodness!” He beamed. You took the presents he got you so that he could take the bear he so evidently wanted to scoop up. He immediately stole the bear and squeezed it, “Thank you so much! He’s so cute, I love him.”

You chuckled, “I’m glad you like him. I wasn’t sure you would.”

“Oh oh, I do I do I do!”

Once inside the glaring white art studio, you both were separated. At first this seemed odd as it was valentine’s day, you figured you’d be working together. But the instructor explained this was to give you the opportunity to make something unique for each other. So, you threw on the provided smock and were placed across the room from each other.

As you looked around the room you noticed the room was filled with couples significantly older than you both. People your age were probably out clubbing trying to get laid or having “anti-valentine’s day” parties. But when you searched across all the middle-aged pairs, you spotted your date – your 21 year old shy chemistry partner – laughing it up with the grandma-esque art instructor.

A smile tugged at your lips watching the interaction, the normally fairly quiet boy was the most comfortable and animated that you’d ever seen him. You were too far to hear what they were talking about but just from his focused mannerisms and confident demeanor, he was definitely consulting with the sweet old lady about whatever project he was planning. The familiarity between them made it clear that he was a regular there. She was so gentle with him, just like a grandma.

When he caught you watching him, you expected him to blush or hide but instead gave you a raised brow, ‘I caught ya’ look. You didn’t know why but you immediately felt a fuzzy feeling in your tummy mimicking embarrassment and pretended you weren’t actually looking at him. There was a slight uptick in your heartbeat when you realized he was walking towards you and you hadn’t even touched the lump of clay in front of you.

“How ya doin’?” He asked and you swore you could almost hear a tease in his tone. He caught you- clay handed.

You let out a nervous chuckle, “I uh- I don’t really know where to get started.”

“Well, I could help.” He beamed, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his arms covered in clay marks.

“Sure.” You nodded with a tightlipped smile. “I just, I can’t do art like- at all.”

He waved away the notion and rounded your seat, “Everyone’s an artist.” He stated before his hands finding your own and guiding them to the mass of clay. His touch sparked an electricity on your skin and made you hyperaware of every place your bodies intersected. His arms molded around you from behind placing them on the medium, “Okay so, step on the pedal a little.” He instructed and the confidence in his voice erupted goosebumps across your body.

The tabletop began to rotate when you barely tapped on the pedal, his hands gently pressing yours into the wet clay. “I um, I think I wanna make something small.” You said just low enough for him to hear.

“Okay sure.” He moved his thumbs into yours, shaving the edges off the clay to size it down. “You just gotta remember to keep it wet.” You didn’t even think he caught on, but blood was rushing to your cheeks.

He stepped away from you, wiping the gray excess off on his smock, “You think you got it?”

“Oh- Oh yeah, I got it. Thank you.” You gave him a little smile and he replied with a wide one before he shuffled away back to his project.

You followed his instructions and kept withering the lump down until it was a tiny mound. You scraped it off the plate shaped it into a small heart with a tiny loop at the top. The pad of your thumb curved a divot into the heart and painted it a dark brown. The clay was fast air drying so that you’d be able to take your creations home the same day.

For the finishing touch, you dug into your pocket to find a crystal you snuck in and carefully pressed it into the groove. Before the date you had visited your favorite crystal shop searching for a gem that reminded you of him. In the search you stumbled across a stone called Larimar, that did just that. It had varying shades of light blue with cracking white stripes throughout that made it look like the clear blue ocean waters you only ever see in postcards from exotic islands.

You didn’t realize the class was ending until you heard the clamor of people cleaning up, suddenly relieved that you had rushed through the beginning.

When you noticed him walking towards you, you promptly hid the pendant behind your back. He was doing the same, hiding his creation behind him. Before you could even argue at who was going first he brought his out.

Your eyes widened when you saw a sculpted bear about the size of a cell phone. It was almost identical to the stuffed bear you had given him earlier, only the sweater this one wore matched the blue striped one Austin was wearing. He blushed and offered it up to you, “I didn’t want you to go bear-less, I’m sure he kept you company before you gave him to me.”

The gesture softened you in ways you didn’t even know was possible. Nobody had ever made you feel that way, no one had ever been so thoughtful.

“Oh my gosh, thank you.” Letting out a tiny gasp when you took it with your freehand, bringing up to your eyeline to appreciate the detail. Every little hair was carved, every weave of the sweater pattern, even the teeny curves of its eyes all so precise and perfect. “How did you do this in such a short amount of time?”

He looked down and kicked his feet a little, “Well I, I been kinda working on it all week.” Mumbling down with his hand linked behind him, “Um,” He turned his shoulders a bit behind him to gesture to the older instructer, “Ethel was helping me with it. I wanted it to be perfect.” He shrugged.

Your brows curved together, “But I just gave you the bear today?”

He chuckled, “Yeah, that’s why I was so excited when you gave it to me – well besides that it was cute, and I love stuffies. But I was already working on a bear for you. I just added the sweater today though, because yours had one. It inspired me.” His teeth tugging his lip resisting a smile.

“Well, this just isn’t fair.” You huffed dramatically and his eyes instantly filled with worry that you didn’t like it. “I didn’t have a whole week, and all I could come up was this.” Bringing your hand out keeping the heart hidden in your hand before opening it up for him. “It’s not nearly as good – I, like I said me and art we just-“

He stole the pendant from your hand and looked at it in awe, “I love it.” He said softly, gently running his thumb over the stone. “Where did you get this crystal? It’s so pretty.”

“I well- I picked it out at a crystal shop. It made me think of you.” Bringing your shoulders to a shrug and your free hand to scratch your other arm. “It reminded me of your eyes, I guess.”

The corners of his lips couldn’t have gotten wider as he held the charm against his chest, “Ah y/n, this is so nice.” He pulled it out to look at it again then looking up at you with big bright blues, the same ones that resembled the stone. “Really, really nice. I love it.”

You chuckled, “Well, I’m glad you like it. I really love my bear.”

He pressed his lips together, “Really!”

“Yeah, you know, I was really gonna miss him.” You smiled sweetly at him.

A tiny excited squeak escaped him, “Oh I’m so happy you like him!”

You were lingering outside your cars making small talk trying to prolong your time together when you figured you might as well take the plunge. “Well, would you like to come over to my dorm?” You asked, not really expecting anything out of him but the night had gone so well you didn’t want it to end.

“I uh- yeah sure!” He tugged at his lip and nodded.

You twisted the key to your home and pushed it open, revealing the messy single dorm. “Sorry for the mess, I uh- didn’t expect anyone over.”

He chuckled looking around, like he was genuinely curious at your living area, “It’s okay, my dorm is covered in canvases always so, I get it.” He walked around then you heard a small squeak from him.

“You okay?” You asked from across the room, thinking something was wrong but he looked at you with a giant grin, “You put my pen holder on your desk!” He gushed. “That’s nice. Really nice.” Bringing his sleeved hand to his mouth, biting down on his thumbnail.

“Oh, yeah of course. I love it.” You gave him a sweet smile, “Which reminds me,” walking over to where you placed your purse down, and pulling out the heavily wrapped gift. You precariously unwrapped the packing paper and placed the clay bear next to the pencil holder, “I had to put him out.” You beamed and leaned over to his grinning face, placing a quick peck on his cheek. It seemed as though he might explode, not knowing how to respond.

You began walking to the kitchenette, “You want something to drink?”

“W-water if you got it?”

“Yeah of course I have water you weirdo.” You teased, opening your mini fridge and taking out two water bottles. Walking over and handing him one, “You wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Sure!” He replied, accepting the water bottle and cracking the cap off, “What kinda movies do you like?” He inquired, bringing the bottle to his lips and taking a quick sip. It wasn’t until then that you noticed just how plump his lips were.

“I like scary movies!” Then realizing he didn’t seem like the type to like them, he was much too skittish. The immediate widened eyes confirmed that theory.

“Oh uh-“ He forced a smile, “I like scary movies, we can watch a scary movie if you want.”

You raised a brow at him, “You sure?”

He pressed his lips together and nodded, “Mhm!”

“Okay…” You analyzed him. Normally, if your relationship was deeper, you’d know to pick up on his obvious hesitation and choose another option. But, you thought this would be a good test. Part of your hesitancy of pursuing him first was the idea that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you. You had a preference of dating subbier-type men and he read that way but you didn’t know much about him yet, you had no knowledge about his past experiences or interests, or if he even was a ‘sub’, or if he was just a shy inexperienced man.

So, this scary movie would be a test to see where he stood, how he’d react. You weren’t cruel though, you would pick a pretty calm slasher film and of course you’d turn it off he really didn’t enjoy it.

You plopped onto your grey suede couch and noticed he just stood there, like he was unsure of what he was supposed to do. You chuckled and patted the seat next to you, “Well are ya gonna come sit down silly?”

“Oh-Oh yeah of course!” He quickly shuffled over to you and gently sat beside you, further than you would’ve liked.

You flipped through the options on Netflix and chose one of the later, less good Halloween movies. You felt him tense up even in the opening scenes but as the movie progressed, you inched closer to him. There was a blanket slung over the back of the couch and draped it over the two of you. It was appropriately themed pink with hearts. You figured if he was afraid, he could use it to hide in.

The blanket plan worked, not only did it give him some comfort, but it also allowed him to discretely scoot closer to you. His hip now flush against yours as he curled the blanket close to his chest, his eyes glued to the screen horrified. It was kind of adorable his reactions were, gripping the blanket and jolting a bit during intense scenes.

In a particularly frightening jump scare scene, he covered his face with the blanket and jumped so far up he landed partially in your lap. Deep red filled his cheeks when you curled your arm around his waist pulling him completely into your lap. “You okay? We can turn it off if you want?”

He brought his sleeve up to cover his mouth, “Um…m-maybe we take a break?” He suggested even though you knew the answer was yes.

“Okay, that’s fine.” You replied calmly and paused the movie behind him. “Would you like to stay here for a bit?” Referencing his spot in your lap.

“Y-Yeah, is that okay?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah sure, of course.” Curling your hand around his waist and pulling him closer, “Would you like me to play some music? Is there something that is calming for you?”

“Uh- You can’t make fun of me.” He dug his teeth into his bottom lip.

“I would never.” You reassured.

“Okay, um, I like classical music? Like Beethoven?”

“What! Why would make fun of you for that?”

He shrugged, “I dunno, because it’s not, ya know popular now.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “C’mon now.” Picking up your phone and connecting to your Alexa to play a classical mix playlist. You could physically feel the immediate relief the music brought him.

“So, classical huh?” You softly reached around him to bring the fallen blanket back around his shoulders.

“Thanks,” He gave you the tiniest smile and took the edges to fully cocoon him, “Yeah, I listen to it while I’m painting… it kinda-“ He shook his head, “Nevermind it’s really stupid.” Pulling the blanket tighter around him.

“No, no c’mon, you can tell me?” You pressed in a delicate tone.

“It’s just- When I listen to classical music when I paint, I guess it inspires me? It makes me feel like one of the greats ya know?” His baby blue eyes were brighter than you’d ever seen them before. His voice was clear and excited, not stuttery and shy like normal. “Like what was Van Gogh listening to when he painted ‘Starry Night’?” Once he picked up on his evident excitement he backtracked, waving away the words he’d just said, “Sorry- Sorry I know it’s lame.”

A wide smile tugged at your lips, “No, it’s not.” Gently finding his wrist over the blanket and gave him a tiny squeeze, “I think it’s really cool that you’re so connected to your art like that, I just, yeah. I really like hearing you talk about it.”

He pressed his lips together, wrapping one arm around himself and keeping the one you held still under your touch.

“You’re pretty cute you know that?” You tugged you lip between your teeth, almost excited to see his reaction.

As expected, he turned tomato red, “Oh- thank you.” He said shyly, “You’re really pretty.”

The words returned the flutter from earlier, you didn’t expect this date to go anywhere but you really weren’t prepared for the churning in your tummy from the tiny things he did.

“Thanks darlin’” You took a leap and grazed the back of your hand against his cheek. The slight nerves of thinking he would retract faded when he just blushed and nudged his face a bit against your touch. You followed the natural inclination to tangle your fingers into his blonde curls and scratched his head lightly. He only leaned into your touch more, closing his eyes and letting out a small happy noise.

“Hey, I forgot I got some valentine’s day candy if you want some?” You asked, pulling your hand from his hair.

He seemed disappointed at first, then quickly perked back up at the mention of candy. “Sure!”

“Okay,” You brought your tongue between your lips as you strained to stretch across the couch to the side table with Austin still in your lap. He only giggled at your difficulty but didn’t intend to move his comfortable position. Amidst your struggle, you were finally able to pick up the glass bowl that held a mix of holiday candy. “Here, take your pick.” You offered the bowl to him.

He used his finger to careful move the candy around, very seriously focused on finding the perfect choice. Finally, he plucked a small baggie of candy conversation hearts and gave you a little smile to indicate he’d made his choice.

You chuckled at the precision of his extraction then mimicked his actions, finding a red heart-shaped lollipop. While Austin was distracted by his delicate opening of the teeny clear envelope of his candy hearts, you were carefully freeing the red lolli from it’s plastic covering.

He popped a lavender heart into his mouth and looked up at you appearing content with the flavor, the edges of his mouth curled in a way that accentuated his cheekbones. The moment he saw you drawing the candy from your lips, his demeanor changed. His gaze stayed on the lolly each time you slid it out through your closed lips.

You noticed this and took it as an opportunity to see just how flustered you could make the shy boy. When you opened your mouth, you slowly glided the sugary confection down your tongue, then using the tip to swirl around it. He visibly gulped and pulled the blanket around him fully, shifting a bit in your lap.

You smirked knowing the power you held over him over something as small as a candy. Dragging the lolly down the length of your tongue again, you held it out to him, “Want a taste?”

His eyes widened and cheeks burning red realizing he’d been caught, “I-I um, I just, uh-“

You leaned forward slightly and tapped the candy on his bottom lip, “Open up for me?”

He stilled completely, looking at you wide eyed and hesitated before obeying. He hesitantly took the lolly in his mouth, wrapping his lips around the base. You kept hold of the stem and could feel his tongue move around it, the feeling alone was enough fill your core with butterflies. He pulled off the candy and looked at you as if asking for further direction.

“Good boy.” You said softly and kept eye contact with him as you took the heart back in your mouth, sucking all of his saliva off of it. He began to squirm again. Your fingers followed the edge of the blanket and attempted to tug it open, but he tightened his grip on it. “C’mon baby let me see you.”

He shook his head vehemently, “No-no.” His hand found yours though and guided it up his thigh beneath the blanket. “Only under- if-if you want.” He whispered.

“Okay.” You nodded and followed up his thigh to find a bulge covered by his jeans.

He writhed the moment you landed on the bulge he’d been hiding from you. You pulled him closer in your lap and began peppering kisses along his neck while palming him over his jeans, “Is this what you’re squirmin’ about?” Whispering just under his ear.

“Sh.” He whined, hips slowly rutting against your hand, “Needy.”

You let out a low chuckle at his choice of words, “I see that.”

A sharp gasp escaped him once you pulled his skin into your mouth beginning to form a dark bruise. “You’re so hard for me baby.” Quietly against the darkened mark. “You’re this hard over a piece of candy?”

“M-mhm.” He whimpered softly.

“Mmm.” You hummed against his neck, beginning to unzip his pants and slipping your hand over his boxers. “You wish that lolly was your cock?”

He let out a loud whine and rolled his hips against your hand even faster desperate for friction. “Please.”

“Please what darlin?” Your motion on his stiff member agonizingly slow.

He whimpered and you already felt precum seeping through his underwear. “C’mon use your words for me?”

He kept speechless but he was writhing under your touch and tiny quiet sobs fell from his lips.

“Hmm.” You dragged your hand up to the band of his boxers, slipping a finger beneath it, “Don’t you wanna be a good boy for me?” You whispered under his ear.

“Y-yes!” He squeaked immediately, “I um- please touch me.”

You smirked, “See? That wasn’t so hard.” Pulling the band over his hard member, it already twitching from your proximity. You began leaving sloppy kisses over his neck while dragging a finger up his length.

He whined, “Please.” Begging again and bucking a bit into your hand.

You chuckled against his neck, “You really are so needy huh?”

“Mhm.” He hummed, letting out a tiny moan when you began sucking marks into his skin.

“I’m gonna mark you up, so everyone in class can know how big of a slut you are.” You mumbled against his skin beginning to pump his cock slowly in your hand.

Whines started pouring from his lips, “Ah! No-no I don’t want them to know! I’ll be so embarrassed.”

“Hmm,” Working on an even darker hickey, “You know what’s even more embarrassing?” Your hand picking up speed on his member, driving him crazy in your lap. “That they’ll know who gave them to you, who you belong to.”

“B-Belong?” He asked you wide eyed and innocent.

“Mhm.” Hooking your index under his chin and pressing your lips into his, “Mine. You like the sound of that?”

His cheeks reddened more than you thought possible and you’d never seen anyone look so cute while getting jacked off. “Mhm. Yeah, I like that.” He nodded cutely.

“Good,” Placing another quick kiss on his lips, “Now be a good boy and spit for me.” You brought your hand up to his mouth. He obeyed and spit into your palm, the sight of him with drool dripping from his plump lip was enough to pool wetness into your panties. “Fuck you’re so pretty.”

“Sh.” He hushed, shifting in your lap so that each knee was around your hips then hiding in your neck. “You’re making me all… I dunno.” He nuzzled his nose into the curve of your shoulder.

Your heart fluttered at his reaction to your praise and only fueled your work on him. “Such a good boy.” Your hand having a better rhythm with the help of his spit. His hips were bucking into your hand wildly, letting sobs fill your ears.

He decided to copy you and start trailing kisses up your neck, cause you to suck in a breath not expecting the sensation that his lips burned into your skin. He swirled his tongue just under your ear, growing the pulsing in your clit. You needed his tongue on you.

He whined loudly, “I-I’m close.”

In preparation you brought your shirt up to just under your bust, to make sure he wouldn’t spill on it. “Okay, cum for me?” It earned you some even louder moans, but then remembered his reaction from earlier, “My pretty baby, won’t you be a good boy and give me your cum?”

His rutting in your fist became sloppy and erratic, his whines filling your living room completely. Then one final thrust did him over, shooting milky stripes across your stomach. His head lulled against your shoulder, his breathing rapid obviously spent by the endeavor.

You smiled down at him and kissed his cheek, “You were so good for me.” You whispered and he gave you a lazy smile. Your hand tangled in his hair giving his head a little scratch and as predicted, his eyes fluttered closed with a content tightlipped smile.

Once he came back down from his high, a light pink filled his cheeks when he noticed the mess he made. “I’m sorry I… did that on you.”

“It’s alright.” You said calmly, “But I want you to clean up your mess.”

His eyes widened, “I um- I can get some paper towels or-“

“No baby, I meant with your tongue.” You clarified with a mischievous sneer.

“Oh- um okay.” He nodded but before he could move off of you, you cupped his chin, “The mess on my tummy is not the only one you caused. I want you to clean that one up too.”

His breath hitched looking stunned but nodded obediently. He dismounted from you while you slid your shorts off and shifted to lay sideways on the couch facing him then spreading your legs in front of him. “Well what are ya waitin for darlin?”

He eyed the mess on your stomach seemingly hesitant but surprised you when he leaned down beginning to swipe up his own cum with his tongue. The feeling of his tongue just inches above your core set a rampant buzzing in your clit.

When he was done, he sat back on his legs and stared at your core in awe, like it was some gourmet meal. You noticed that he was hard again in his boxers. “Aw, are you hard again?”

He nodded, “Yes. I’m sorry.” Hanging his head in embarrassment.

“Come here.” You instructed with a curled index towards you. When he move over you at your command, you cupped his cheek. “You wanna tell me what made you hard again?”

He shook his head but kept his cheek glued to your hand. “Was it just from looking at my pussy?”

“A little, yeah.” He said tugging at his lip and keep his eyes diverted, indicating there was something else.

You perked a brow up trying to think of what it could be before a devious smirk spread across your lips, “Was it because I made you clean up your mess?”

Deep rouge returned to his cheeks, “U-uh… Embarrassed.” He muttered into your palm.

“Hmm. Does that happen a lot when you’re embarrassed?” By the way he nuzzled and hid his face in your palm and his cock noticeably twitch in his boxers answered your question.

“I’m sorry just- I can’t help it.” He mumbled.

“You don’t gotta be sorry baby.” You said softly, “Here’s the deal, if you make me cum, I might let you cum again.”

His eyes lit up, “You’d let me cum again?”

“Mhm, if you’re a good boy. But I have some rules.”

“Okay?”

“Rule #1, you can’t cum without my permission.” He nodded, “Rule #2, this time, if I let you cum, it has to be without your hands.”

His look mixed with fear and confusion, “Huh?”

“If you’re gonna cum again, you’re gonna have to do it while humping the couch. In your boxers.” You stated

“W-What?”

“You heard me. Now do you wanna cum or not?”

He nodded quickly, “Yes ma’am.” Then beginning to shift down but you caught his jaw with your hand, forcing him to meet your eyes.

“Are you okay with this? You like when I tell you what to do?” Realizing maybe you got carried away and wanted to check in to make sure you were on the same page.

He gave you an excited and reassuring smile, coming back up to meet your lips. “Mhm. Like it a lot.” Nudging your nose with his. You felt him about to pull away but something in you wanted just a bit more of it, bringing your hands up to his cheeks drawing him into a deeper kiss.

His kiss was gentle but not stiff, tenderly danced his lips against yours. You swiped his bottom lip for entrance, and he obliged opening for you. You tangled your fingers into his long blonde hair and wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer. You strategically tightened your legs around him so that his covered tip would tease at your entrance causing a sharp gasp from him. “Fuck.” He moaned against your lips.

You giggled in satisfaction, holding his face in your hands, “If at any point you want to stop or you’re uncomfortable just say…” Trying to think of something to use as a safe word but he answered for you.

“Candy heart!” He perked up with a little giggle which made your heart soar at how cute he was, even when you were about to torture him. “That way I can show you one or point if… I can’t talk or something.” It made you wonder if that was some shy way of hinting at some other kink.

You smiled wide, “Okay, Candy Heart it is then.” Lifting up to kiss him again, “Now be a good boy and eat my pussy will you?”

His eyes widened a bit and quickly moved down between your legs, lying flat against the sofa. He spread your lips apart then leaned down to kitten lick at your swollen nub and it felt like heaven. “Fuck,” You breathed out, tangling your fingers into his shaggy hair, pushing him further into you. He let out a moan at your taste.

It didn’t take long for him to start rutting against the couch, which reminded you of another condition. “Oh yeah, there’s another rule.” You smirked when he looked up at you, fear in his eyes. “You’re not allowed to stop until I say so – that includes your humping.”

His eyes widened at your words, pulling away from you, “B-but, I-I’m gonna get close.”

“That’s not my problem. If you cum without permission, there’ll be a price to pay.” He hesitantly nodded.

His whines increased as he lapped up your juices trying his best to get you to finish, his ruts against the couch a bit too slow for your liking.

“Faster.” You demanded and he sped up on your clit. You firmly grasped his hair, “Not on me.”

He whimpered, pulling away from you, your juices slathered all over his mouth and chin. “But I-I’m close.” He sobbed.

“Not my problem.” Shoving his face back into your core needing his tongue back. His rutting increased slightly accompanied by small desperate cries.

“Faster.”

He whined loudly, “I can’t! I’ll cum!”

His absolute desperation was driving you towards your climax, you loved seeing him like that. “You cum, you’ll regret it. That’s a promise. Now faster.”

He fucked himself against the couch, whines and whimpers vibrating against your clit and it was driving you fucking crazy. “Such a pretty little slut.” Combing through his hair to see him better. His eyes scrunching closed obviously struggling to keep it together.

“Faster.”

“I can’t! I can’t! I’m gonna cum!”

“You’re gonna disobey me? Or you’re gonna be a good boy?”

He listened, fucking himself faster against the cushion. His entire body was trembling teetering on the edge of his precipice. You were right there too, just at the edge. The sight of him struggling turned you on in ways you never even know you could reach.

“Faster.” You breathed out, your chest heaving.

“I c-can’t!” He cried into your core.

“I didn’t fucking ask.”

He sped up, “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Hold it.” You warned.

“I’m gonna cum!”

“Hold it.” You growled through your teeth.

“I-I can’t i’m gonna- i’m gonna cum, I-I-“ Loud moans poured against you and his body tensed up, releasing once more into his boxers. But his tongue never stopped working on you.

The absolute pure desperation of him drove you into your own climax, your moans matching his, rolling your hips into his mouth. His incessant swirling of his tongue pushed you even further, just from how much the entire scene turned you on. Euphoria washed over you, sending tingles even down to your toes. But he still didn’t stop.

“What a good boy.” You groaned, keeping a tight fist in his hair with your thighs clamped around his head. “You don’t stop til I say so.” He was completely in your control, obviously making up for his mistake. His tongue felt so good on you, which answered your question from before – if he’d ever been on a date. There was no way this was the first time he’d ever done anything, his tongue was too fucking skilled to be an amateur. And the way he obeyed you? Listened to you? Begged? He was an expert.

He kept eating you, not too fast and not too slow, just right. Just enough to edge you towards another orgasm. “Fuck.” You practically growled out feeling the buzzing build in your clit again. He looked up at you with round, submissive blue eyes – another indicator that he was no novice. He had picked up on your weaknesses and he knew just how to use them on someone dominant like you. Those big puppy dog eyes and the small curve of his brows that communicated, ‘I’m sorry, I’m all yours to do what you want with, I want to make you feel good’. And it worked, the sight of him at your mercy did you in. The knot in your stomach unraveled and you felt your own cum release all over his face, but he didn’t stop, just like you said. “Fuck!” You cried, arching your back off the couch sharply. He kept devouring you and it was like your orgasm didn’t end, just prolonged. You cum kept flowing out of you like a fountain, more than you’d ever came before. Your chest heaved and when you knew you were finished, you gently patted his head. “You can stop now.” Breathing out weakly.

He pulled from your core with your cum all over his face, dripping off his chin. The sight of him, dripping in your cum and his underwear filled with his own made you ravenous. It reminded you of his disobedience.

You gathered all your strength to pull yourself up and onto all fours crawling over to him. “You didn’t listen to me.” You taunted.

He looked at you terrified, “I-I’m sorry I couldn’t help it!” Scooting away from you to the opposite side of the couch.

You backed him into the corner of the sofa, “I told you there’d be a price to pay.”

“I’m sorry I just-“ You swiftly slipped the soaked boxers off of him, crumbling them up in your hand.

“Open.” Gesturing at his mouth. You could tell he wanted to resist but was too scared. He nodded and opened for you. He whined when you shoved the most drenched part into his mouth.

You spit into your hand and found his cock again, it had softened a bit but quickly hardened again when you started pumping it in your hand. It was dark burgundy red and swollen from all the stimulation. Pained sobs came from behind the underwear lodged in his mouth. He shook his head profusely as your hand sped up. “Oh you wanna be a little slut and cum without permission? Well, if you wanna cum so fucking bad why don’t you cum again hm?”

Tears pooled in his eyes as he wriggled around in overstimulated agony. “Oh, what’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t that why you came all over me? And your underwear? And my couch?” You hissed through a smirk, getting off on his suffering.

He scrunched his eyes closed, tears being forced out, every muscle in his body contracting from the anguish. His fingers digging into the suede couch looking for anything to possibly ease the overstimulation. Sweat covered his forehead as he struggled beneath you.

“Aw look at you.” Your hand moving even faster on his cock, causing his eyes to widen, “Struggling so much. But even with this, I bet you’ll still cum like the little slut you are.” Taunting in a low voice, now hovering over his face. “Isn’t that right my pretty little one?”

His pained whines increased making the edges of your mouth curl into a leer, “Ah that’s right. Oh, you’re gonna cum aren’t you? You gonna cum like a little whore?”

He whined, still squirming wildly under you. You brushed a stray hair from his forehead, “C’mon baby, you’re so soo pretty like this. Be a good boy for me? Show me how much of a pretty little slut you are?”

All of a sudden, he bucked his hips harshly up into your hand, thick ribbons of cum erupting from his swollen tip. You palmed him til he rode out the high without over stimulating him again, gently pulling the underwear from his mouth. He looked at you through hooded lids, “I- You- We- Wow.” Was all he could muster, making you giggle.

You swiped the pad of your thumb across his cheek bone looking at him in awe, “You were so good.” Softly placing a kiss on his forehead.

“Yeah?” He squeaked only widening your smile.

“Mhm. And you’re so fucking pretty.” You tucked a tuft of hair behind his ear.

His cheeks peeked pink again, “Thanks… You’re really fucking hot.” He blurted out.

You busted out laughing not expecting that out of him, “Thanks babydoll.” Pressing a kiss to his cheek. “How about we get you cleaned up and then we can watch a not scary movie?”

“I’d like that lots.” He nodded excitedly, “Maybe we could watch 'Home'? I really like the little alien guy.” He giggled.

You chuckled and pressed your lips against his, “Sure baby, we can do that.”

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Why aren’t you laughing anymore? | a.b

pairing: yandere!dom!austin x sub!reader

warnings: smut, mention of edging, dacryphilia, chocking

w/c: 0.6k

summary: You loved fucking with Austin while he’s trying so hard to make you cum, and he loves winning, seeing your tears and the realisation that you’ve lost.

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“Say it again.” Austin muttered, brows furrowed while watching your face, closely.

You looked up at the slightly older men with a tiny smirk painted on your lips, fingers gripping the sheets in the tightest grip that’s even possible.

As an answer, you were shaking your head, refusing to do what he wants from you for already 5 minutes. You bit your lip, gaze not leaving his angry and dark eyes as you watched him biting his cheek and releasing a chuckle.

And you could already tell that your decision wasn’t the smartest.

“C'mon.” He whispered, nodding his head in your direction, eyes holding eye-contact with you while you looked up at him.

Your legs were trembling underneath his body, one hand balancing his weight above you while the other one was edging your pussy like a maniac, not showing any mercy.

“Just say it angel, it will help you.” He changed his position so that he was now balancing himself on his elbow while the back of his fingers caressed your heated cheek.

His quiet and reassuring tone made you almost obey.

Almost.

But Austin should have known better, he knows you long enough to know that you are the definition of a rebellion, not listening to anybody, especially not men.

You choked back a moan and tiny whine, “N-No, don’t feel l-like it.” You stubbornly answered him, eyes still staying on his dark ones.

Austin knew it was a lie, you were never that desperate before, you really wanted to cum but you also really wanted to win this little argument.

His fingers slowly left your throbbing clit, sliding down your wet slit while he was glancing down at your pussy, head then quickly raising again to look at your facial expressions.

He entered you, finger’s quickly getting to work and moving in and out of you, the back of his fingers still stroking your cheek as tears left your eyes, breathing getting heavier and heavier.

What Austin didn’t expect, is to suddenly see and hear you chuckling.

He looked down at you, tilted his head and kindly smiled. “What’s so funny, huh?” He asked you quietly, smile still covering his lips.

“Y-Your trying so h-hard and f-for what, hmm?” You said. “F-For what.” Whispering the last part to sound a bit more terrifying even though you both knew that you were genuinely scared of him right now.

And you knew that your regretted saying that as soon as Austin's fingers got faster, moving in and out of your pussy in the fastest pace you’ve ever experienced.

You gazed up at him, your glassy eyes looked right into his dark ones, mouth opening wide as you felt yourself oh so perfectly close to cumming.

He watched how your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You moaned, but while moaning you still tried to laugh, or at least smile. But you couldn’t really succeed when his other hand suddenly squeezed your throat.

Your laughing immediately stopped, you started to struggle a bit with breathing, both hands now holding onto the soft bedsheets like your life depended on it. You barely noticed Austin’s chuckle,

“Now we’re not laughing anymore, huh?”

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The Agreement (Austin Butler x Producer!Reader)

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

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

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

Word Count: 3806

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

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

Three Years Ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really? How old are you?”

“26″

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

“The youngest ever at Warner.”

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

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

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

“Wh-what kind of agreement, ma’am?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes ma’am.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you touch yourself, baby?”

“No ma’am”

“Good boy”

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

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

“Pleaaaase,” he whined.

“Please what baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hnghhh aahh,”

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

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

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

“Yes ma’am please wanna cum so bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He broke the silence, “Wow”

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

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

“Oh no I’m alright.”

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

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

“Shut up”

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

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

So Part 2 anyone?

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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eros

summary: he was a frat boy. you were not a sorority girl. could i make it any more obvious. or how you fall for a frat boy and you two finally actually get it on but not necessarily in the way both of you intended. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 1716 warnings: talking shit on fraternities and sororities. mild insecurity. talk of disastrous dates. coming untouched. coming in pants. handjobs. implied p in v sex. a touch ( okay maybe a bit more than a touch ) of sub austin. impatient horny college people. author’s note: so as @blurredcolour can attest to i meant for this to be a touching little piece about how these two had sex for the first time and he sort of defied her expectations and all this nice romantic stuff. it's why i called this piece eros. yeah, then i started writing it and well, it's still romantic and sweet? but i also had the three people who saw bits before i posted forget how to breathe so oopsies. as always comments and reblogs and hearing your thoughts are my lifeblood so feel free to scream at me in dms or asks or in the comments. i'll eat it up and write like a woman possessed i swear. beyond that, if you want to be on my taglist fill out the form here. i might just make a tumblr post for it too but we'll see.

If anyone were to have told you half a year ago that you'd be head over heels with a boy who's in a fraternity, you'd have laughed. You'd have told them that they really should brush up on their comedy skills because there was no way you would do that. Not after every aggravation you had with them. Not after every class where one of them popped up with some stupid remark that had you wanting to deck them in the face and not after knowing that just because they had gotten into some exclusive club they got a leg up on other people. Maybe it's true that's how the world worked but it didn't mean you'd have to like it. Then you properly met Austin. You got to know this stupid premed who minors in theater of all things and cares so deeply for his friends and for other people that it threatens to choke you sometimes when you think about it.

He's not perfect and he makes stupid jokes that you swat him on the arm for and spreads himself just a little too thin but he's yours and heaven help you, you're his. It's too early to be thinking about forever, you think, but the idea doesn't terrify you as much as it should. The idea of being with him as he goes through med school and as you complete your own schooling and go into the workforce is almost comforting. The idea of seeing him with a child that's a small mix of the two of you doesn't immediately make you run for the hills. The idea of him in your life, in your bed and in your apartment feels like an inevitability that comforts you more than anything else.

Of course, all of this—you like to think— might depend on whether or not Austin feels the same way. It depends on whether or not maybe tonight you can convince him that you'd honestly like to have sex with him. The circumstances are right, your roommate won't be home tonight at all and the house is fine and in capable hands. The two of you even have a date where for once Austin plans on cleaning up for something other than a frat function or a school related function. There's no reason he shouldn't want to unless he doesn't actually want you that way.

In hindsight, you don't know why you were ever concerned as you find yourself up against your bedroom door, head tapping it lightly as Austin's hands move up your sides while his lips attack your neck.

"Austin-" you whine, as one of his hands moves to your chest, trying to free your breasts from your dress and instead just managing to squeeze them. "You— The dress, we gotta undo the dress."

Your words are clearer and said with more clarity that you thought was possible given Austin's wandering hands. Someone— one of the two of you has to keep a clear head— if only so that you can both enjoy this. So that Austin doesn't try and rip your dress or your panties or god forbid your bra to get at your body in his impatience.

Austin forces his face away from your neck and groans a little at how there's already a bruise forming from his lips, how your skin is just that little bit darker where his lips had sucked and where his teeth had nipped. You were his girlfriend and you loved him. You loved every single part of him— the part that had to work so hard in classes and at work, the part that missed his mom in the middle of the night and would call you tearing up, the part that cared about his people so deeply that he'd murder for him— they were all what made him the person you wanted to be with and that was a heady thing to know. It set a fire ablaze inside of him that threatened to overtake him and bring you with him. You were his girlfriend and here you were in a gorgeous dress still with him after what was hands down the most disastrous date he's ever had with another person. The reservation was at the wrong time, the restaurant ran out of half the food to make their dishes and there was not one but two couples breaking up next to you. Not to mention the way the uber had broken down mid trip and how the wine had spilled on his jacket ruining it until he could manage to get it dry cleaned.

Yet you were still here and in his arms and willing and wanting to have sex with him. No— you were willing to make love to him the same way he wanted to make love to you. He wants to take his time laying you out across your bed, watching your face as he enters you and watching how your face contorts when he plays with your clit while he's inside of you. He wants to see your face in ecstasy and hear your mewls of pleasure in his ear. Your nails would mark him up, drag lines down his back from how overwhelmed you are and he could see just what he does to you.

"I love you," he whispers with a reverence you weren't prepared to hear in contrast to his hands trailing fire across your skin. "I know we say it all the time but— I— I'm so thankful you gave me that shot, babe. So thankful you let me clean your car. You could have told me no—" His words are cut off with a low groan as he feels your hand undoing his belt and sticking your hand in his pants with a speed that startles him. "Babe I'm—"

"You're being—ah— very romantic, Aus. I love it— but I'm ruining my underwear and I want to see you come right now." The words that come out of your mouth have both you and Austin pausing for just a moment because while you can be startlingly blunt that particular combination of words is a bit much for even you.

"O-Okay," he manages to stutter out in response, the blues of his eyes completely overwhelmed by his pupil. "In my pants?"

Your chest heaves at the idea, at the implication that Austin would let you bring him off like this and come in his pants. It's a rush of power you aren't expecting and that you figure no one would expect. You bite at your lip, watching as Austin's eyes are glued to them before you finally answer. "Would you?"

It's Austin's turn to have his head tilt back, exposing the long length of his neck to you as you move to nip and kiss at it. You pray that he bruises there, that there's a hickey or two for everyone to see he's yours. Against your lips you feel the rumble of his voice, rough as a gravel road. "For you? Yeah. Do anything for you."

A smirk crosses your lips as you finally pull away from his neck, noting the red bit of his skin and giggling softly. Your hand twists and your thumb brushes against the tip of his cock as you just look at Austin, marveling at how he keeps ahold of you, keeps you pinned to the door even as his breathing shifts and as he bites his lips to keep quiet. "Austin," you croon, "wanna hear it. Want everyone to know I got the hottest frat boy in my apartment. That he's gonna come undone because I'm jerking him off. Want everyone to know you're all mine. That you're so—"

Austin's lips slam against yours, causing a messy kiss of clattering teeth and bitten lips in order to get you to stop talking. Even with the distraction your hand picks up the pace, moving in a way you're pretty sure Austin enjoys as he whines and whimpers into your kiss. You could die happy hearing these noises. You want to hear these noises every second you can if he'll let you. He pulls away, trying to put some distance between you two because he meant to come during sex on your bed and not like this. Not like a horny little teenager. You deserved more.

"Babe— gotta— I'm gonna—" He can't finish off the thoughts though and your hand keeps moving as you clench your thighs together the best you can.

"Austin, baby please. Do it for me?" You flutter your eyelashes and pout in what is one of— if not the dirtiest trick you could use before you feel his body curl just so and tense up just enough that you know he's gone before you feel the warmth of his come covering your hand. If you're honest with yourself you can feel your pussy clenching around nothing and you wonder if perhaps you're in the same boat without being touched in the same way.

It takes you and Austin a moment to catch your breath, staring at each other in a bit of shock before he finally says something, moving to make it so he isn't pinning you against the door. "That— I was supposed to have sex with you not—"

You cut him off with a nuzzle to his nose, watching as his face scrunches up just a little. "You still can. I still want you to. Might have gotten off last night to the idea. Was hoping you would tonight actually."

Austin swallows and watches how you shift in place, still wanting more friction. "Yeah? Want me to lay you out on the bed and make you come till you cry?" He licks his lips at the picture he's inadvertently painting and you can't help but mirror him.

"I'd like to see you try, Butler," you answer with a smile, teasing him with the old name you used to call him in anger. "It'll take a while."

"I've got all night," he shrugs before his eyes move and catch on the yoga mat by the door. "And you're pretty flexible. Lead the way to your fate, babe."

You get a call about a noise complaint from your landlord the next day.

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mrsniallhoran505 · 2 years

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Good Morning Austin Girls!

Smutty Sunday theme two: Sub austin

Austin’s day on set was just horrid. He had a hard time remembering his lines, he missed his mark a few times, and to top it off they ran way later so he had to cancel his dinner plans with his sister. By the time he got home he just wanted to curl up with you and forget today happened. Maybe play a bit to help him relax.

When he got home he found you in bed reading a book. From the looks of it, it was one from his bookshelf. He kicked his shoes off, pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, then climbed in bed with you. He laid his head on your chest and just clung to you, reading the words on the page you were on.

You can feel how tense he was so you used the hand that wasn’t holding the book to play with his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. It usually relaxes him enough, but not today. He started to whine softly and paw at your chest. When he exposed your chest he started to kiss and suck on any part of your breast he could reach. You let him, knowing it was a form of self soothing he does at times.

Eventually he gets bored of that and hooks his leg over yours, pulling you close so he can wrap his lips around your now exposed nipple. You could feel how hard he was and you planned to help him but you wanted to at least finish your chapter.

"Mama it hurts. Mama make it better." He starts to grind against your thigh, moaning and whimpering since mama won't do anything, you’re too into your book

"You want it that bad you can't wait, you're gonna ride Mama's thigh till she's done with her chapter." You finally speak but keep your eyes on your book.

"Yes mama." He whines knowing he's being punished for being such a needy brat. He positions himself to grind on your thigh without hurting himself and starts to roll his hips. Moaning in your ear how much he wants you, how much he thought about you all day.

"Wanna be a good boy for mama, wanna make mama feel good." He slips his hand into your panties and starts to tease your clit as he grinds more against your thigh. The thought of his cock inside you has him whining more. "Mama please, mama I'll be good."

"Good boys wait till mama gives them permission." Is your only response as you turn the page, completely ignoring the whimpery man beside you, grinding on your thigh like his life depends on it.

"M'sorry mama, just need you so bad. Just need to be inside you." He slips his finger into you and pumps it slowly, moaning at how wet you are. "Please mama." He looks up at you with tears in his eyes. He's wanted this all day. He needs this.

You let out a heavy sigh and finally you look at him. “Strip.” You command before going back to reading your book. He was quick to comply, kicking his pants and boxers off before gripping his aching cock.

“Please mama,” He moans.

“Did I say you can touch?” You asked.

“No,” He whined. “Sorry mama.”

You stood up and slipped your panties off before climbing over him. “I have four pages left, if you can last that long without moving, mama will make you feel really good. If you move an inch, mama will make you wear the cock ring all night. Understood?”

You could see him visibly swallow. Most times he likes the cock ring, helps him last longer, but with the way he feels tonight… It would be pure torture and not the fun kind.

“Yes mama, I understand.” He answered while grabbing your hips. You nod and lift up just enough to grip his cock and line him up. You sink down on him slowly, biting your tongue to keep from moaning. Austin’s grip on your hips tighten and his eyes squeeze shut.

“Mama!” He moans and tenses up to keep from moving and being punished further.

“Be a good boy.” You hum and pick up your book again. You start to read, not too slow but not rushing either. The man beneath you was a whimpering mess as he tried to keep from just fucking you wildly.

He had been thinking about you since he had to leave before you woke up. You had slept with no clothes on since you both enjoyed a night of sensual love making. So the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was your beautiful naked body. He wanted to take you right then and there but the director called and said they needed him on set.

The second he was out of bed your body had been on his mind all day. At this point he was an expert at hiding his erection since he did it almost every shot of the day. Which is why his performance was so bad today. His mind was at home, exploring your body in the most sinful ways.

“Breathe baby, you don’t want to pass out.” You ran your nails up and down his torso, smirking when you feel his abs flex under your touch.

“Feels so good mama, please, can I move?” He whines and you feel his thighs tense to keep his hips from bucking up into you.

“Not yet.” You reply and go back to reading the book.

“Read to me, mama?” He asks hoping it’ll distract him.

“Vera took the phone. She kept her back to him and she talked. Then she turned to him and said, I’ll take this call in the bedroom. So would you please hang up after I’ve picked it up in there? I can tell, so hang up when I say.” You read to him from the page you were on.

He tried to concentrate on the words that you were saying but it was so hard with the way you were clenching around him every other word. He knew you were doing it on purpose, testing him, trying to make him break the rules. But he was determined to be a good boy tonight.

“He stepped around the pie in the driveway and got back into his car. He started the car and put it into reverse. It was hard managing until he put the ashtray down.” You finished the story and placed the book on the bedside table.

“How do you feel, baby boy?” You ask softly, running your hand up and down his body slowly.

“Mama it hurts. Please, can I move now? I was a good boy wasn’t I?” He whines and looks at you with unshed tears in his eyes.

“Oh baby,” You coo. “You were a very good boy.” You lean down to kiss him softly, running your hands down his arms to his hand on your hips. “Give me your hands baby.”

He was quick to take your hands and lace your fingers together. His grip would be painful if you weren’t used to it.

“Just breathe baby, and let mama take care of you.” You kissed him softly as you started to move your hips. The choked moan that slipped past his lips made you grin. You got a rush from making the beautiful man under you turn to putty in your hands. Nothing turned you on more than watching him crumble for you.

“Feels so good mama.” He whines and squeezes your hands again.

“Yes you do baby.” You hum and start to lift up and drop down in a slow rhythm, finally letting out moans of your own.

“Wanna make mama feel good. Please, can I?” He looks up at you with pleading eyes.

“No baby, mama is gonna take care of you.” You remind him as you pick up speed. He nodded in response before pressing his head back into the pillows.

You couldn’t get over the sight under you. His plump lips were wet and slightly parted, letting the most beautiful sounds slip past. His eyes were squeezed shut, making his forehead crease adorably.

“You tell mama if you’re gonna cum.” You warn before switching to squating over him to bounce better on him. Using his hands to help you balance and take some strain off your thighs.

“Yes mama.” He cried out feeling his cock push deep each time you dropped down.

You could always tell when he got close. His breathing got faster and more shallow, and the vein on his neck always popped out. You watched for those signs as you rode him, keeping yourself from cumming too soon.

“I’m gonna cum… Mama, can I? Please?” He whined as he tensed up to hold off.

“Oh baby, you’ll get to cum.” You smirked before getting off of him. You started to stroke his cock looking up at him to see he was watching you with wide eyes.

“Mama, no please, I wanna cum.” He practically cries when he realizes what you’re gonna do.

“You should have thought about that before you decided to be a needy, impatient, brat.” You smirked and just before he was about to cum you gently squeezed his cock where the head meets the shaft. Effectively cutting off his ejactulation but letting him experience an orgasm.

He whines and squirms on the bed as he climaxes. When you let him go you give him a few to catch his breath then you climb on him again, sinking down on his cock slowly. He whines and grips your hips tight.

“Please mama, can I make you feel good now?”

“One condition.” You hold up one finger.

“Anything!” He pants.

“You stop when you’re gonna cum and let mama handle it.” You said.

“I promise.” He says before rolling you both over. He moves till he’s kneeling between your legs. “Hips up mama.” He taps your hip softly. When you lift your hips he puts his pillow under you. He then grabs your legs and puts them over his shoulders before pushing his cock into you.

“Oh baby, you feel so good.” You moan and relax back to let him have this small amount of control. He grunts in response. He pulls out slowly before slamming back in, reaching down to palm your breasts.

“So tight on my cock mama.” He groans and kisses the side of your calf. He finds a steady rhythm, letting him fuck you hard but not too fast. You reach up to grip the pillow under your head, pulling on it as you feel your orgasm build.

“Want to make you cum. Need to feel you cum on my cock.” He says reaching down to your lower abdomen and pressing his palm firmly. He can feel his cock pushing into you and it makes him pick up speed. The angle his cock was pushing into you rubbed your gspot with each thrust and his hand pressed it firmly to his cock from the outside. You were starting to see bright colors.

“Don’t stop baby, mama’s so close.” You cry letting go and giving him what he wants.

“Cum mama, cum on my cock.” He grunts and uses his thumb to rub your clit. That’s all you needed. You cried out his name as you came, feeling it in every nerve in your body. He didn’t want to stop, he wanted to cum with you but he knew that would make him a bad boy.

Just as he felt his own climax approach he stopped and pulled out. “Mama, m’gonna cum.” He tells you hopefully.

“Good boy.” You sat up and started to stroke him, once again letting him climax but stopping his ejaculation. He looks close to tears as he shakes through the climax. You cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly. “You gonna be a good boy next time?” You ask, stroking his cheek softly.

“Yes mama, promise.” He whines and leans into your hand.

“Make mama cum one more time and you can cum.” You instructed before getting to your hands and knees, one of Austin’s favorite positions.

“Yes mama, but can I taste you first?” Now that he was looking at you presented for him, his mouth watered. He didn’t really care about cumming now.

“Yes baby,” You moaned. That’s all he needed. He leaned down, palming your ass cheeks before dragging his tongue from your clit to your entrance. He moaned loudly against you,

He used his thumbs to spread you open from him before lapping at you. His tongue pushing into your and wiggling around to taste everything you had to offer.

“Fuck, just like that baby.” You reached back to grip his hair and pull him closer. He moaned and moved to suck on your clit. He couldn’t get enough of your sweet taste. His favorite taste in the whole world. Better than dark chocolate, according to him.

“Thank you mama, taste so sweet.” He moans against you before pushing his tongue into you again. He was sloppy in his excitement but it just made it hotter. He pushed his tongue as deep as he could before pushing two fingers in as well. He worked them in and out slowly, pressing against your gspot. His tongue teasing you as much as he could.

“Fucking hell!” You cried out as you came on his fingers and tongue. He pulled his fingers out and lapped at you, moaning like he was the one cumming.

“Thank you… m’gonna fuck you now mama.” He gets to his knees again and grips his cock. He taps it against your cunt before slowly pushing in, one hand on your hip pulling you into him. When he was fully in you he leaned forward and kissed the side of you neck. “Love you mama.”

You didn’t get a chance to reply before he was fucking you, pulling out half way before pushing in again. Picking up speed every couple of thrusts. You gripped the duvet under you till your knuckles turned white. His hands were gripping your hips, tight enough to bruise, pulling you back each time he thrusted forward.

He remembered your words about making you cum again and he’d get to cum. He did that with his mouth so now he was focused on his own climax.

“Can I mama?” He gasped. “Can I cum in you?” He practically whimpered the request, the idea helping him get closer.

“Yes baby, cum in me.” You moaned and reached between your legs to rub your clit. Normally this would make Austin slap your hand away and do it himself but right now he was too focused on his own pleasure.

“Thank you mama!” He cried out as his thrusts got sloppy. He was now pushing deeper into you and pulling back less. “Mama!” He whined when he finally hit his peak. His whole body went stiff with the orgasm that wracked his body. It was more intense since you stopped it twice before.

When he could move and breathe again he pulled out and sat back on his legs. You quickly rolled over and pulled him down to lay on you. He was still shaking and covered in sweat but you didn’t care. Your baby boy needed you.

“Feel better baby?” You asked as you combed your fingers through his hair. “Baby?” You looked down to see he was already asleep with a smile on his face.

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dreamingofep · 1 year

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Trying to Get to You✨

A sub!Elvis fic coming soon💕

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mattpresleybutler · 1 year

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The blindfold

Matt wanted to try something new. Now he has usually been open with things and will tell you all if the things that he likes especially when in bed but he had been holding off on this one. 😏

You are sitting on the edge of the bed and matt is standing in from to you. You feel so nervous right now. He starts to say

“Before we get started I need you to do a few things for me.”

“Ok” you say in a quiet shakey voice

“You will need a scarf or some length of fabric to use as a blindfold. And I want you naked and lying down on your bed, headphones on.”

You get off the bed and go into your drawer and grab a red piece of silk fabric and walk over to him. You look at him with your doe (your eye color) eyes and start to strip in front of him. And yes you know that he is blind but he can still see and sense everything you are doing.

“Mmhh” he lets out a low hum. He can already smell your arousal

Once you are naked, you lie down on the bed holding your blindfold

“Now let's get started. Just lie down and relax.” he said. Your heartbeat is picking up in speed. You are feeling very nervous but excited. He senses your heartbeat going up and cocks his head to the side. This just turns you on even more.

“ The first thing I want you to do is tie the scarf around your head. I don't want you distracted by anything.”

You tie the scarf around your head obeying his orders.

“Just focus on the sound of my voice. Feel everything around you slip away and disappear.... Just relax..... Feel yourself breathing.....Slowly inhale..... Hold it and then slowly let it out..... I want you to feel every part of your body.”

As you breathe in you feel calm and relaxed. The sound of his voice is so calming its like a trance. As you exhale, you let go of all the tension in your body. You feel the outside world getting farther and farther away, each time you take a breath.

“Inhale... And exhale... Slow... Calmly... Keep breathing as you listen to my voice... Inhale... And exhale.”

You keep doing as he says.

“Now I want you to bend your knees and draw your feet up until your legs are open for me.”

You bring your feet up getting even more nervous and aroused than you were before.

“Nice and wide.” he says “Feel how open and exposed you are... Feel everything around you... The temperature of the room... The sensation of any drafts or breezes washing over you.”

As you sink deeper and deeper into what he's saying you don't even notice that he has gotten closer to you.

“Keep your hands to your side, Resting, And breathe.”

Ask he keeps talking you are slowly feeling the need to be touched. You squirm a bit. You feel your body growing more sensitive.

“Your being such a good girl for me. Open and needy.”

You can feel it inside In your belly A small tingling sensation, desire, you need him so bad, Wanting to feel his touch.

You can feel him over your body shifting on the bed. The feeling is growing even deeper now.

“Please Matty” you whine. Spreading your legs even further. You can feel it in your thighs. Getting more and more sensitive.

“ I know baby but you need to hold back for a little while longer.”

He keeps teasing you and telling you all the things he wants to do to you but still won't touch you. You feel the desire Slowly consuming you.

You think about How good it would feel to be touched. But you keep your hands at your side. Just feeling the need, and The desire.

The tingling and sensitivity is now moving to your clit now.

“ please I can't take more. I need you so bad” you plead.

“Breathe. Slowly. Listen to my voice. Feel it in your belly. My words now inside you. Spreading to your thighs. And to your clit. Feel how much you want to be touched. Teased. Played with.” he says

You let out little moans and whimpers underneath him. He has some effect on you and he knows it. I mean he's making you feel all of this with just his words.

“Try to hold still and listen to my words and feel yourself getting wet for me.” he says

You let out more small moans and are a writhing mess under him.

“Open your legs wider. Knees apart. Spread for me. Place your right hand on your belly. Gently. Just let it sit for a moment.”

You do as he says but you feel the need to tough your self more. You want to rub your clit so bad.

“Feel my touch. My words. In your head. In your body. In your pussy.” he lets out a groan and you don't even have to see him to know that he is hard right now.

You slowly slide your hand up along your naked body. Over your chest To your throat And finally, touching your cheek. You Gently trace your fingertips over your cheek. Touching it gently. You imagine that that is matts touch.

“ that's it, good girl, feel my touch, my words, caressing you, so gentle” he says in a low voice.

You touch yourself so desperatelyad needy. Feel your hunger. Desire. It's like Every part of your body is now connected to your clit and you can feel every sensation between your legs.

“Now take the tip of your finger and trace it over your lips. Slowly. Think of pressing your lips to mine. Kissing me. The pressure of my lips against yours.”

As you touch your lips you kiss the tip of your finger. And keep tracing it over your lips. You can Feel your need growing.

“My touch. My caress. Playing with your lips. Now with your left hand, reach up and touch your throat. Wrap your hand around it, and imagine my fingers gently squeezing, pressing into your tender flesh.”

You Play with your lips and touch your throat. You keep moaning which is just turning matt in even more.

“Mmmhh Matty, I need you so bad.” you whimper

“Feel me starting to consume you. Your need starting to boil inside you. Feel yourself growing wetter for me. Your pussy feeling everything. My touch. My words.” he says.

You can hear him breathing now. You can Feel it on your skin. He is close to you now. Watching you writhe and squirm under him.

“Each sensation now slowly tracing a line to your wet pussy. Making your clit tingle. Think about how good it would feel to be touched there. Touched. Teased.” he says

You bring your hand down you your clit. Now playing with your clit. Feeling it starting to swell. Throb.

“Open your legs wider for me. Touch yourself. Feel it deep inside. Touch your throat. Trace your finger over it.” he says

You let out one of the most unholy moans ever finally being able to tough yourself. But he stops you.

“ ah ah I'm not done with you yet, you can keep going can't you? Come on be a good girl for me.” he says as you whine and retract your fingers from your needy clit.

You Feel your pussy growing more and more needy. Feel how much you want to touch yourself. How much you need it.

“Can you feel How much is it is starting to ache for me?” he says

“ y- yes please matty I want you so bad” you whine

“Not yet” he says sternly. “Now slowly move your hands down to your breasts. Touch your nipples. Play with them. Tease them. Feel them connected to your clit. Each touch making your hunger grow. They are connected now. Pinch them and pull them.”

You Tug at them and twist them and feel every sensation between your legs.

“ Think of me watching as your face changes and you become more and more lost. I want you to feel desperate for me. Needy. Slutty. Horny.” he says

You really need to touch your pussy. So much. But he won't let you. Not yet.

“I want you to feel the connection between your nipples and your clit. Just trace your fingers over them.”

You do as he says Barely touching them. Feel them stiffen.

“Tease them for me. I want to see you squirm for me. I want to hear you whimper and moan. Becoming my desperate, needy girl.” he says.

You feel yourself getting wetter and a moaning mess indeed him

“Keep playing with your nipples with your left hand. Touching them and teasing them. And with your right hand, slowly slide it down to your belly. Touch yourself there. Trace your fingers back and forth.”

Deep inside, you can feel your desire starting to overwhelm you. An orgasm starting to grow. Even without touching your clit or your pussy. Every sensation is connected. Everything makes your pussy swell and your clit tingle. Like an itch you can't scratch. So many feelings building. Growing. Frustration. Desire. You Raise your hips and trace your fingertip along your pussy lips. You Feel your wetness.

“Just one time. No more.” he says

You press your wet finger tip to your lips and wipe your wetness on your mouth.

“Feel the desire and need. Taste yourself. Now slowly touch your inner thighs. Draw your fingers inside your legs, just up to your pussy. But no touching. Not yet. Slower. Tease yourself for me. I want to see how wet and desperate I can make you.” he says

You keep playing with your nipples and touching your inner thighs.

“Feel how much you want to be touched.Your clit is so swollen and needy. Just like you. Every part of you. Your mind. Your body. Your soul. All of you is now centered there. Feel it. Tingling. So desperate for my touch.” he says

His words have so much effect on you, you don't know how he does it. You just need him so bad.

“Place your hands back to your sides. No more touching.” he says

“Matty please I can't do it anymore. I need you so bad! I'll do anything PLEASE mmhhhh” you moan

“I'll let you touch yourself again soon, Just listen to my voice.”he says

You resentfully do as he says

“I want to caress your cheek. Touch you so gently.” he says

“Please, please do it. Touch me Matty” you moan

He Traces his fingers over your lips, making you hunger for his kiss. He wraps his hands around your throat, completely surrounding you. Pressing into you. His other hand now playing with your nipples, feeling them grow stiff at his touch. His hands exploring you. Touching you. Teasing you.

He senses your every reaction. His lips now on you. Kissing. Sucking your nipples. Kissing your belly. Gently pressing against the tender skin of your thighs. Raising his head up and pressing myself closer between your legs. Close. But not touching you.

You can feel his breath on your pussy. And he blows softly, right on your clit. Watching you and listening to you. Knowing how much you need his touch.

“Mmhh please matty please please pleaseeee” you plead

As you are begging you feel the tip of his tongue barely make contact with you. It lingers for what feels like forever and then it is gone.

It makes the aching worse. More swollen. More needy.

Then he does it again. Shorter this time. His hot breath mixing with short kisses and licking. Teasing you more.

you feel him take hold of your wrist and guide your hand between your legs.

He whispers into your ear. "I want to watch you touch yourself."

You take no time in doing that. He is watching you now as you do just that.

“I want to see you masturbate. For me. But I don't want you to cum until I tell you to. I want to watch you edge for me. I want you close. Needy. Desperate.” he says

You slowly rub your clit trying not to cum on the spot with how he is talking to you.

“Touch your pussy for me. Show me how desperate you are. Let my words fill you up. Show me your desire. Find that edge and hold yourself there for me.” he says

You feel your self getting closer and closer

“Your orgasm isn't for you. It is for me. And I want to make you earn it. I want every single part of you focused on your clit. On your pussy. On the touch that I am giving you. And now. I want you to cum for me.” he says

You rub your clit and feel that familiar coil building in your stomach

“Now. Cum.”

You feel the overwhelming sensation. You are writhing and squirming under him. A moaning mess just for him. As soon as you start to come down from your high he says,

“And listen. Because I want you to know. You are my toy. My slut. My treasure. My needy, desperate girl. My whore. My pet. But most of all. You are mine.” he says

You feel him shift on the bed and take the red silk blindfold off your head. You are so tired that you could fall asleep right then an there. He gets up and grabs a wash cloth from the bathroom and soaks it in warm water and beings it back out to you.

He starts to clean you up and brings you your favorite pair of pajamas. He gets in the bed with you and snuggles up into you.

“ was that to harsh?” he says

No, that was amazing, you were amazing” you said you worry a but because he didn't get to feel good yet and you asked

“Do you want me to help you? I can if you want me to!” you say in a sleepy voice

“No it's ok you just read and get some sleep!” he says

“ I love you so much y/n” he says quietly sensing you heartbeat getting slower as you are falling asleep

“I love you too Matty.” you say quietly as you drift off to sleep. Matt soon falls asleep to the sound of your heart beat.

A/N: this is my first smut and I hope this is good. I hope it's not too cringe. I tried my best. 😂 if you guys have any requests you can let me know through messages or through the inbox.

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cryingabtab · 1 year

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Baby Boy (18+)

This is part 4 to my "Louder" series.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), sub!Austin, fratboy!Austin, dom!reader, use of "Mama", nipple play, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, slight choking

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It was a gloomy Saturday afternoon. Grey storm clouds moved through the sky as large drops of rain hit the windows. You were sitting on your couch with a cup of tea, a cozy blanket draped over your legs, and a novel in your hand. Suddenly a roaring clap of thunder rumbled through the sky, seemingly shaking your windows and a flash of light illuminated the room as the power went out. You sighed deeply before setting down your book and turning on your phone’s flashlight in order to navigate to the kitchen to grab your matches. As you lit the candles that were perched on the counters and tables, there was a loud knock at your door. “One second!” You called out as you finished lighting the last candle. You set your matches down and opened the door, seeing Austin with a very worried expression on his face. You slightly tilted your head as you looked at him, “You okay?”

He shakily exhaled, “Can I come in?” He asked quietly, fidgeting with the strings on his hoodie. You shrugged as you opened the door wider and moved to the side to allow him to walk inside. You hadn’t missed how he avoided your question. Once he was inside and you had closed the door, you walked over to stand in front of him. You placed your hands on his biceps, gently caressing his arms, “Are you okay, Aus?”

Another clap of thunder boomed out and he nearly jumped out of his skin, wrapping his arms around you and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You could feel him trembling in your arms. “Oh baby,” You mumbled as you began to rub his back, “Come on let’s go sit down.” He didn’t loosen his grip on you, whining in protest as he didn’t want to move. You didn’t take him for the type to be scared of thunderstorms but you weren’t going to judge him either. He clearly came to you in a moment of need, meaning that for some reason, he trusted you to be able to give him comfort. You were unsure as to why, since you were so mean to him during your sexcapades. Maybe it was because of the few times you had been nice. Or maybe he just didn’t have anyone else. Either way, you were going to be here for him.

You managed to shuffle the two of you over to the couch while he held onto you. “Okay baby, we’re gonna sit down okay?”

He hummed softly into your neck and you guided the both of you to sit. The moment you two were on the couch he adjusted himself to curl into you, letting out another soft whine as he looked up at you. “Ma-” he cleared his throat, “Mistress, please hold me.”

You raised an eyebrow at him as you brought your hand up to run your fingers through his hair. Again, you hadn’t missed the fact that he almost called you something else. “Baby, what were you gonna say at first?” you gently scratched his scalp as you looked down at him. His face started to redden before your eyes and he looked down, staying quiet. You moved your fingers under his chin and tilted his head up towards you, “Ah ah, look at me please. You can tell me, it’s okay.” you cooed.

Austin pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth before he answered you, “I-I was gonna say Mama.” he whispered, “I’m sorry.” His eyes began to fill with tears. You were certainly surprised by this, you didn’t think you were nearly caring enough to be called that, but if he wanted to call you that, you didn’t see the harm in it.

“Hey hey hey,” you cupped his cheeks, “Don’t be sorry baby. You can call me Mama, it’s okay.” You used your thumb to wipe one of the tears that had slipped. “You wanna use your words, honey? Tell Mama what's wrong?”

He sniffled, “I don’t like storms.” he admitted, clearly feeling ashamed, “Just want you to hold me.” Another crack of thunder sounded and he instantly hid his face in your lap. You rubbed his back softly, “I’ve got you baby, you’re okay.” You whispered, “Is there anything else I can do to help you?”

He didn’t respond, instead just putting his head under your shirt and hiding there, nuzzling his head into you. You couldn’t help but smile a little bit, finding it adorable that he was hiding under your shirt. You weren’t wearing a bra, but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. Suddenly, you felt his soft lips wrap around your left nipple. You let out a soft gasp as he started to suck, his warm, wet tongue slowly circling as your nipples began to harden. You lifted your shirt up in order to look at him.

The warm candle light highlighted his features in the best way. His eyes were closed as he sucked on your nipple, soft whimpers leaving his throat. He looked and sounded angelic. You took your shirt off to give him better access. You moaned softly as he contently sucked, “Baby you look so pretty like this.” You moved some hair away from his forehead and ran your fingers through his hair. He let out another whimper, this one louder than the soft sounds he’d previously been making. He seemingly enjoyed the praise.

Austin’s hips started to roll into the couch as he mewled around your breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Your hand that wasn’t in his hair slipped down to his ass and kneaded it through the soft material of his sweatpants. You watched him as he moved over to your other nipple, giving it the same attention. The obscene sucking sounds and whines went straight to your core, as did the euphoric feeling of his lips, tongue, and teeth attacking your sensitive nipples.

His eyes opened and he looked at you, eyes half lidded, already looking fucked out even though nothing had really happened yet. “M-Mama please,” he begged, “Need you…need you so bad, please.”

It took all of your strength to not moan just at his pleas. “What do you need from me baby boy?” you whispered, your hand that was in his hair tugging softly at his blonde locks.

A moan erupted from his throat as his lips latched onto your nipple once more. You squeezed his ass particularly hard, “Use your words like a good boy.”

He pulled off with a loud pop and nuzzled his face between your breasts, a shuddering breath leaving his swollen lips. “Wanna make you cum,” he mumbled into your cleavage, “Want Mama to make me cum.”

“Fuck.” you sighed, voice trembling, “Okay sweet boy, let’s go to the bedroom.” As you moved to get up, Austin gripped your waist tight.

“N-No. Mama stay here.” He whined, looking up at you with the biggest, neediest, puppy dog eyes.

Your chest tightened slightly at how sweet and innocent he looked and you sat back down. “Okay, okay. We’ll stay right here.” You assured, cupping his face in your hands.

He slowly sat up and climbed into your lap, pressing his lips to yours in a needy, passionate kiss. Your hands moved to his back and you slid them down into his sweatpants, grabbing his ass. He moaned into the kiss and you took advantage of the opening to shove your tongue into his mouth. Austin started rolling his hips into your lap. You pinched his ass, resulting in a whine from him, “Sit still, baby boy.” you mumbled against his lips, “Gonna get there without me if you don’t stop.”

“Sorry Mama” he whimpered into the kiss, doing his best to still his hips as he sucked on your tongue. When he realized he wouldn’t be able to keep still for long, he pulled away and slipped off of your lap, onto the floor and on his knees. You watched him as he worked your leggings and panties off of you, you lifted your hips to help him out. He didn’t say a word as he leaned in to kitten lick your clit. He inhaled deeply through his nose before fully diving in, his lips latching onto your clit and sucking like his life depended on it.

Your hand shot out to grip onto the arm of the couch as you threw your head back in ecstasy, a shuddering moan fell from your lips. He looked up at you though lidded eyes and long eyelashes before flattening his tongue and shaking his head back and forth. Your back arched off the couch as you let out a high pitched gasp and you moved one of your hands to grab a fistful of his hair. You tugged at his blonde locks to pull him further into you, eliciting a groan that sent blissful vibrations rushing through your body.

“Fuck baby just like that.” you breathed, “Don’t fucking stop.” You rolled your hips up into Austin’s face, chasing every bit of pleasure he was giving you while also taking control. As you felt your orgasm approaching, you pushed him away from you. He looked up at you with needy, glassy eyes, your slick covered his flushed face. “Get undressed and sit down.”

Austin didn’t need to be told twice as he quickly stripped and took a seat on the couch. His cock looked painfully hard, red and weeping with precum. You swung your leg over his lap, straddling him before reaching down to align him at your entrance. He whimpered in anticipation, “P-Please Mama…need to feel you.”

With that you slowly sunk down, pausing once he was all the way inside of you. His head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut as he let out a deep moan at the feeling of your tight, wet heat engulfing him. You began to slowly bounce as you wrapped a hand around his throat, “I need you to look at me, baby boy.”

He slowly lifted his head and forced his eyes open, groans and whimpers slipping past his parted lips. You squeezed his throat slightly and leaned in to kiss him gently as you slowly rode him. He whined into the kiss as your tongues caressed each other. You placed your other hand on his shoulder, slowly running it down his arm to grab his hand and guide it to your clit. His thumb immediately found it and started to rub in tight circles. You pulled away from his lips to let out a soft moan, rolling and grinding your hips on his cock.

“I-I’m close.” Austin whimpered, “C-Can I please cum, Mama?” His breathing was slightly labored as he bit his lip and awaited your permission.

“Y-Yeah baby, cum for me. Fill me up.” You moaned out, pressing your forehead to his. He let out a loud groan and his hips rutted up as he spilled his seed into you. The warm, full feeling of his cum along with his thumb pressing into your clit sent you over the edge and your pussy fluttered and clenched around him as you orgasmed.

Once you both rode out your highs, you got off of him, some of his cum leaking out of you onto your thighs. You sat beside him and he collapsed into you. “Thank you.” he said quietly.

You smiled softly at him, reaching to scratch his scalp softly. “No. Thank you for being good. I don’t like to be mean all the time.”

Austin giggled softly as he snuggled into you. If this is what he was like when he’s not being a brat, you were most certainly in trouble.

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Underneath the tree [Austin x GN reader]

18+ only. minors dni.

Summary: Santa seems to have left you a pretty little gift under your christmas tree. It gets a little messy while you're unwrapping it.

Word count: 1807

Warnings: sub!austin, bondage, teasing, dirty talk, allusions to sounding, dollification/objectification, dacryphilia, fingering (m receiving), inappropriate use of christmas decorations, mommy used as a gender neutral term (let me know if i missed any!)

Notes: i've only written for austin maybe twice, but i wanted to fix that. ever since i saw that snl bumper of him in the lights, i've wanted to write something where he's all tied up and at the reader's mercy, so here we are! i hope you all enjoy this fic, as filthy as it is. merry christmas to all of you! 🫶🏽

“that okay baby?”

you give a small tug at the bright red ribbon, testing its strength as you look at austin tenderly. the blonde nods, his face flushed a sweet red as you take a step back, admiring him as he squirms in the restraints. “y-yeah, it’s good.”

“god, you look gorgeous.” you muse, smirking as his cock twitches up in interest at the praise. “it's a shame you're all tied up…poor thing. can't touch me or anything…”

he pouts softly at your fake sympathy, running his tongue over his lips as he stares at you with wide, needy eyes. “you aren't gonna unwrap your gift?” he asks, his voice soft with such a submissive undercurrent. you've never heard him speak like that before, and it drives you wild. you hum lowly, your fingers coming up to your chin and stroking it as you pretend to mull over austin’s words.

“well…santa did work awful hard to bring you to me, didn't he?” you ask, watching as austin’s eyes grow glassy from neglect of his needy cock. “maybe i can just take a peek at my pretty little gift…”

austin watches with baited breath as you slink towards him, hands gently resting on his thighs as you try and decide which parts to untie.

your eyes land on his needy cock, twitching and leaking against the satin material. slowly, you trail a hand up his smooth thigh, dragging your fingertip down to the neat bow at the base of his ribbon-clad cock.

“i think i’ll unwrap this first…” you coo, tugging at the bow and watching it drag over the sensitive skin of his cock. he moans softly as the fabric constricts his cock slightly, tightening around it and making his hips cant up. you tug again, and the neat little bow comes undone, letting the ribbon fall freely over his length.

“o-oh, god–”

“oh…this is all sticky..” you tsk, holding up the dripping, soaked ribbon in front of austin’s eyes, dangling it teasingly. “such a mess…”

austin blushes at the sight of his own precum staining the pretty red fabric, averting his eyes as you drop the ribbon with a faint, wet noise. he whimpers again, closing his eyes and tensing up as you push his thighs apart. he bites his lip as you trace your thumb over the head of his cock, pressing your fingertip against his slit.

he almost screams at the pressure, and you bite back a smirk as you pull your hand away.

“my, such a noisy thing.” you mutter, shaking your head. “that won't do…i can't unwrap you if you're making such a fuss…”

your eyes scan for something in the room to use as a gag. an ornament crosses your mind, but you really don't want it to shatter in austin’s mouth. the lights were a little too dangerous as well.

finally, your eyes landed on the previously discarded ribbon that was wrapped around austin’s length. it was still sticky and absolutely drenched in his precum, glistening in the white lights from your christmas tree.

slowly, you pull it up from it’s resting place on the floor, letting it dangle from your pointer finger. austin’s eyes widen as he realizes your intentions with the stained fabric, a tainted red blush rising high on his cheekbones. before he could utter anything out, you ball up the ribbon and snap your fingers with your free hand.

“open.”

his mouth falls open embarrassingly fast, allowing you to press the balled up satin against his tongue. he chokes out a desperate little moan as he tastes himself, his breath hitching as tears threaten to spill down his cheeks. he was so turned on, and you weren't giving him what he needed most– it was killing him.

you gently approach him, rubbing at the back of his neck as he looks up at you, looking absolutely pitiful as a single tear falls down his red cheek. you wipe it away gently, moving to cup the head of his cock with your hand gently. he moaned wantonly, muffled by the sodden fabric as you moved your wrist in a circle, grinding your palm against his swollen, pink flesh. he tries to thrust up into the touch, his slit leaking copious amounts of sticky, clear precum.

austin started to tremble, his tears falling faster down his cheeks at the stimulation. his cockhead was especially sensitive, and he didn't know if he could last with all of the rubbing you were doing. his orgasm drew near, his breath stuttering and making him gag against the ribbon as he tried to mumble something around the fabric.

“i think i know what this gift is…” you coo, pulling back so your finger is circling his slit once more, urging more precum out. “it's a pretty little dolly.”

a shocked noise escapes austin at your words, his cock jerking against your hand. his eyes clouding over with arousal as you smirk coyly.

“yeah…a dolly alllll for me to use.” you croon. “for me to ride and stick all kinds of things in– ain't that nice?”

your blunt fingertip presses to his slit, testing how much pressure you can add before his body begins to tremble at the thought of your finger entering him. you press a hand to his chest, leading him to lay down on the plush tree skirt. the way he's tied up leaves everything exposed to you– from the pink head of his cock to his twitching rim.

using your finger that was just teasing his tip, you gently rub at the tight ring of muscle. austin looks like he's going to explode as you lube him up using his own precum.

“this is such a pretty little thing…” you muse as your finger begins to sink into him, making him whine and arch up in response. he jerks against the ribbons restricting his arms, his cheek pressed into the soft material of the tree skirt. you waste no time thristing your finger in and out of his tight heat, loving the way he twitches and spasms around your digit needily. his precum does the job of keeping your finger slicked up, making it easy to slip another digit in beside the first.

austin squirms helplessly, struggling to keep the gag in his mouth as you curl your fingers upwards, stroking at his sweet spot skillfully. a particularly firm press against his prostate makes him gasp hard, letting the fabric fall from his lips as he sobs out.

“mgh– fuck, please, mommy–”

the words slip past his lips so naturally that you're a bit taken aback. you feel your stomach tighten with arousal, taking in the sight of him drooling and panting against the tree skirt– lights illuminating his flushed face and sharp features.

he was too far gone to feel any embarrassment at his outburst, but you didn't miss the shame flash in his eyes. you never knew that this was a thing for him.

“oh, this dolly can talk,” you purr, curling your fingers once again and watching him spasm, his face contorting in pleasure. your other hand wraps around his cock, working his cockhead with your hand as your fingers pump in and out of him at a steady pace. “what else can you say, pretty little thing?”

he shudders deeply, his flush traveling down to his neck and chest as he feels himself on the edge of orgasm. “mommy, please– i need to– i’m so close,” he begs, thighs trembling as you shove your digits deep inside of him, your knuckles piercing his rim. you still your thrusts, still wriggling your fingers and humming as a low whine leaves him. you squeeze his cock firmly, your fingers rubbing circles along his tip gently. his body jerks as your finger runs over his oozing slit, silently begging for something–

“ohh, does this pretty little doll want me to finger his poor little cock?” you croon, finger running along the tip. “what a filthy little thing. already full of my fingers and you want more?”

“o-oh god, mommy, i’m–” he gasps, pressing his hips back for friction as he babbles helplessly, his face almost scarlet. “please, fill me more, i can’t–”

he looks so pathetic under you, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. you lean down and press a tender kiss to his lips, quieting him down as you curl your fingers into his prostate and press down on his slit, humming into his mouth.

his cock gives one final jerk as he cums, your finger making it shoot out in all directions as his whole body quivers, spasming as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm.

the whole house falls quiet afterwards, save for the sound of your heavy breathing. you pull back from the blonde’s pillowy lips, and smile as you see him stare up at you, dazed. he smiles back lazily, his eyes heavily lidded and almost pure black– the blues of his iris gone.

“hi baby.”

“hi,” he croaks, his voice rough from the moaning he had been doing. “c’n you untie me mommy?” he asks softly, squirming in the restraints.

“didn’t know you had a mommy kink,” you tease, moving to untie the ribbon around his wrists. “you're such a sub. who would have thought, pretty boy aus with a mommy fetish,”

“does mommy not work for you?” he mutters, a small smirk playing on his lips as his arms are freed. “how ‘bout daddy instead?” he teases. “master? mistress? your highness?”

you undo the large bow tied in the middle of his chest, leaning in to kiss him gently with a smile on your lips. “baby boy, you can call me anything you want.” you mutter, pinching his cheek teasingly. “all you need to know is you belong to me.”

austin blushes, the submissive air to him coming back as he nods. “okay,”

“c’mon,” you hum, standing and hauling him up with you, inwardly chuckling as his legs shake slightly. “bath time. we can use the christmas scents.”

“and we'll watch a movie after?” he asks, eyes large as he speaks in a begging tone.

“yes, austin. we can watch a movie.”

“i love you so much.” he purrs, pressing his nose into your hair and sighing. “i wanna have your babies.”

you burst out laughing, shoving him towards the bathroom. “get in the tub already!”

he blows you a lazy kiss and you roll your eyes, trailing behind him slowly. you sit back for a moment and sigh, shaking your head as you think about him. he was so ridiculous and amazing and just…austin. you were so lucky to be able to spend christmas with him.

you heard him whine something from the restroom, and you sigh loudly. “i’m coming, aus!”

he was yours. all yours.

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