#Sub Austin

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My Favorite Treat

Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, F-Dom/M-Sub, Precum eating, light bondage, fellatio, spanking, edging, unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!) jerking off, eating cum covered pussy, some praise kink More fucking

Summary: He confesses a fantasy that she is more than happy to deliver on, and why not make her dream come true as well. The hot session that follows combines them both.

A/N: Hello darlings! I started this twisty fic back in Feb. A submissive Austin Pet? I mean... yes please, any day of the week! It sat on the back burner due to life having me do all the things at once for a while! But now here it is, basted in juicy goodness. So please enjoy this tasty treat! As always let me know if you'd like to be added to the "Always tag me" list. And as ever, I love your feedback and comments! (hmm mmm, yours. Yes yours, please)

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My Favorite Treat:

They were lying curled up, it was their mutual day off and they were greedily languishing in bed. They had gotten up, eaten breakfast, then decided they wanted some skin to skin time with one another. 

“Can I tell you about my dream I had last night?” she ventures, curled up on his chest.

“Of course honey, what was it about,” he strokes her hair.

“You,” she says simply. 

“Me? Did I do something naughty?” he smiles, he loved her mind, both waking and dreaming. 

“Oh yes, you were eating me out, like you do,” she started. 

He growled softly and pulled her closer. 

“It turned you on so much that you made me spread my lips and pull back my clitoral hood, then you towered over me and jerked off onto my pussy. Your cum hit my exposed clit like a freight train and I came on the spot.” 

“Wow, we may have to try that,” his hips pushed forward and she felt him getting hard. 

“But, then you got between my legs and sucked on my cum covered clit. It was so hot I came again.” 

“Whoa, did you wake up wet?” he asks, feeling his insides tighten.

“Of course, are you kidding? I'm wet right now just laying next to you,” she wiggled her ass up against him.

“Mmm, that is hot, you know, you could have woken me up in the best way,” his hand cups her tit. 

“Would you do that?” she asks pointedly, if not specifically. 

“Fuck you in the middle of the night, 100% yes,” his hand slides down to cover her mound. 

“No, I mean lick your own cum off of me?” she clarifies.

“Oh, well, yeah, I think it’s only fair, you lick yourself off me all the time. Plus, If it would turn you on, I’d do it. I’d do anything for you.” 

Her heart melts at his words, Austin is just the most magical person she had ever been with. He was so kind, so giving, so thoughtful. He knew himself and was willing to ask for what he needed, but was always delving deeper.  Such a good blend of old school and healthy masculine energy. His outsides were gorgeous, but his heart was where the gold of him was. There was no way she was letting him get away.  “Is there anything that you fantasize about? Anything I can do for you?” 

He blushes slightly, “Well, I know we’ve not talked about it, but… I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be dominated.” He bites his lip, eyebrows raised in the hope that she won't react badly to his confession. 

She nods acceptingly.

“If it would turn you on, I’d do it,” she turns in his arms to face him, “I’d do anything for you.” Her mimicking of his words back at him softens his eyes. He loves her so much. She’s always supportive of him and his sometimes crazy schedule. Always willing to give him the space his introverted self needed. She always trusted him and was always up for adventure. This was true especially where sex was concerned, more so, at times, than he was. In fact it was her that suggested their first threesome with that brown skinned beauty, her that said they should hook up with Callum and Dua. She was a marvel. She made him feel so safe. He never wanted to let her go.  

“Tell me what you like about the idea of being dominated,” a spark of an idea lit her mind. 

“I like the idea of not being in control, I think it’d be sort of liberating,” he said a little nervously. 

“That makes sense. How do you want it? What would you want to happen? Ordered around, made to do menial things or is it all about sex? Do you want to be tied up somehow? Do you want a little pain? Or to have your orgasm controlled or denied?”

“Geeze babe, I’ve not even thought that far ahead!” he is rosy cheeked with embarrassment. 

“We are just talking here, I gotta know so I can make it good for you,” she smiles at him. 

He takes a big breath, trying to calm his sudden nerves. “Oh it’s all about sex. I think I would be ok with a little pain, like spanking, but nothing too crazy. I think being tied or restrained would be exhilarating too,” he confesses, “But like, I don’t want you to call me mean names, just tell me what to do. And I don’t like the idea of orgasm denial, get me off at least once, baby.”

“Can I call you ‘Pet’ and spank you while I play with your cock?” her mind whirred with ideas. 

His breath hitches in his throat., “Oh god yes.” 

“And can I reward you by having you cum on my pussy then suck my clit until I cum on your face?” 

“Oh god,” he moans softly, ”that sounds amazing.” His now hard cock twitching in anticipation. 

“Ok, now, what is your safe word?” she asks, “in case you need me to stop.” 

“Can’t I just say ‘stop’?” he asks, with a nervous giggle.

“Well,” she runs her finger over his jaw line, “what if I want you to beg for me, I need a way to know when it’s too much and you need me to stop, especially if I’m paddling you or forcing you to cum.” 

His mouth drops open, he had no idea she would be so into this. Holy fuck she is hot. 

She reaches up and closes his mouth. 

“Why don’t we try the color system,” she suggests, “Green is good, Yellow is ease off, but keep going, Red is full stop. Will that work for you, Pet?” 

He just nods.  Precum drips onto his stomach as he arches his hips automatically towards her. The movement catches her attention. 

“Are you wasting my favorite treat?” she says suddenly and indignantly. She pulls his cock away from his stomach, watching the long line of fluid stretch from his belly to tip. “You know I love your pre-cum on my tongue.” 

His hips urge toward her, “I’m sorry, please, take it.” 

She wipes the clear fluid off his skin with a finger, then sucks it off.  

“Fuck I love that” she says, eyelids fluttering. “Letting this leak away without letting me suck that cock, that’s naughty Pet. I’m going to have to punish you.”

“Oh,” he picks up her message, “Yes, I’ve been bad.” 

“So, you submit to my punishment?” her eyes sparkle with excitement. 

“Yes mistress,” his desire spikes with her words.

“No, I am not your mistress, you can call me Goddess or Ma’am,” it’s like she’s thought this out ahead of time. 

“Yes Goddess,” he breathes the word out like a prayer, his voice quivering. He can feel himself getting more aroused by the minute.

“Get on your knees on the bed,” she tells him with a stern voice that brooks no quarrel.

His heart is pounding in his chest as he moves to obey her. He is nervous and excited all in one, he didn’t think she’d jump so quickly at fulfilling his fantasy. 

He looks at her, eyes filled with anticipation and submission. His cock is leaking more. She reaches out and with a forefinger and thumb, pinches his cock, pulling a little to squeeze out the precum. It drips all over her thumb as it comes out. He whimpers as she sucks it off her thumb, rubbing it along the roof of her mouth. God how he wishes it was his cock instead of her thumb. 

“Do you want me suck that right out of your cock?” she says, reading the open-mouthed look on his face.

“Yes Goddess, please,” he breathes, hips straining towards her.

“Then you’ll do as I say,” she runs her hand over his ass, “put your hands on the footboard, show me that gorgeous cake.” 

He moves to obey, feeling vulnerable in this bent over position. 

“I’m going to punish you for wasting my favorite treat,” her lips graze the shell of his ear, “and you will not move your hands, do you understand.”

“Yes Goddess.” he swallows a lump in his throat. He’s never done this before, and now that it’s happening he’s unsure. 

She gives him a few  experimental slaps with her hand, getting a feeling for striking him. 

“Please Goddess,” he begs, eyes closed. 

“Please what, Pet?” she asks. 

He actually isn’t sure. He grapples with the juxtaposition of pain and pleasure. The potential of coming torment and the excitement of it all wrapped up in one.

“Please punish me,” he ends up saying. 

She hits him harder, and with that first good smack on his ass, all hesitancy vanishes.

“Who’s precum is it?” she slaps him. 

“Yours,” he moans. “Who’s?” she hits him again. 

“Yours Goddess!” louder this time. 

“What’s mine?” she purrs, rubbing his ass.  

“It’s your pre-cum, all of it, only for you,” his voice is near begging, but for what he isn’t sure.

She slaps his ass hard, leaving an outline of her hand on one cheek. The sight of the red blossoming makes her burn unexpectedly with desire. 

“Color?” she asks before she lets herself go on.

It takes him a moment to remember what she is asking.

“Oh green, definitely green,” he looks over his shoulder at her with desire in his eyes. The smile that lifts her lip is nearly as intoxicating to him as the sting lingering on his ass.

“Good boy,” her sultry voice resonates directly into his ear. He hadn’t realized just how much he wanted to be good for her, nor how warmth would unfurl in his chest when she praised him for it. 

She slaps him a few more times.  He leans back into it, a perfect mix of sting and pleasure. Just as a moan is about to escape his throat, she wallops him hard, leaving a matching handprint. His hips jerk, making his cock bounce and tap his stomach. Her appreciative groan is in tandem with the odd little barking whine that his moan turns into.  She loves it, knowing he’d never voluntarily make that sound. She rubs his skin with both hands, leaning down to plant kisses on her handprints. “I love this ass, Pet, let's see just how red we can make it.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he breathes.

She begins with upwards, grazing slaps, being sure to spread them out across his cheeks and upper thighs. She rubs his skin, feeling the warmth there.  She hits him harder a few times, her hand stinging too. 

He grunts in pleasure.  

“Mmm, that’s so pretty,” she murmurs to herself, rubbing soothing circles on the curve of his ass. 

“Color?” She leans over him, her body pressed to his side as her hand slips lower to his balls. 

“Yellow,” he whispers, head down and watching her precum emerge again.  

“Hands behind your back,” she instructs, tapping his spine. Better to change tactics a little than to push him into a red answer.

He quickly obeys, pushing back to his knees. His cock is jutting out from his lean hips. His glutes are tight, like he is quietly begging for her touch. She maneuvers in front of him.

“I’m going to enjoy my precum, you are not going to move,” she looks him in the eyes. He nearly groans at her wicked little look. 

She lowers her tongue, flicking across his tip. Her fingers pinch and pull, a large dollop emerges from his little hole. Then she is enveloping his head, sucking, pulling, slurping at his tiny hole.  

Little bursts of “uh-huh” tumble from his open mouth as he watches her work his cock. It takes all of his willpower to not grab her head, to not stuff his cock deep into her mouth, but to let her take him bit by bit. 

“MMM,” she licks her lips, “that is delicious.” She sits back, running her thumb up and over his tip as he holds in a groan. “Look at you being so good.” 

“Lie down on your back.” she orders him, “hands on the corner post.” 

He immediately complies, legs naturally wide, his cock hard along his belly. 

She grabs the belt from his jeans.  The soft  thwap- thwap- thwap of her pulling it out makes his dick twitch. 

He watches as she wraps it around her fist. He has no idea what she plans to do with it like that. Images of his dick being slapped and pummeled with the belt flash into his mind. No, no, he shakes his head, he can’t take that. The word ‘red’ curls, ready to spring from his tongue. 

“Aww, scared of a widdle belt, Pet?” she drags the metal end of it along his leg and across his balls. She can see the shiver of fear in his eyes. She leans down and plants a reassuring kiss on his shaft then licks at an errant drop of precum. 

He shudders and moans. 

Her look up to him is positively devilish. She climbs on top of him, her pussy dragging along his hard cock just before she mounts his chest. They were both surprised at how wet she was.

“Give me your hands,” she winds the belt around his wrists, then secures it to the wooden headboard. Her taste for antique furniture is really coming in handy.

He pulls experimentally, grateful she didn’t want to abuse his cock, that he didn’t have to shout out ‘red’.  As he anticipated, he finds the restraints exciting. 

“You are so pretty, pet, all trussed and ready for me.” she coos at him, sliding down his body leaving his chest cooling with her arousal. His cock is jutting between her bent knees. She strokes the length of him with a finger. 

“I’m going to ride this gorgeous cock, little plaything. And no, you may not cum.  Tell me if you are getting close. If you don’t, I will be very, very angry with you and I will use this belt to punish your cock. I don’t want to, but you have to be good.” 

She wouldn’t, she knows this, but the look in his eye says that he isn’t sure what she would actually do at this point. 

“Yes Goddess, I’ll be good,” his voice shakes. 

She holds him steady as she slides down over him. His eyes flutter in pleasure. 

She slowly starts to move back and forth on him. 

He arches his back, his deep groan filled with raw lust and need. His biceps flex and bulge, pulling at his bonds. His hips are subtle, the rhythm matching hers with every thrust. 

“God don’t stop” he pleads, his voice hoarse with desire. 

“Oh I probably will,” she purrs, ”Can you control yourself if we go slow?” 

“Slow?” He chokes out, his eyes rolling back in his head. “I think so,” he gasps, the heat of his orgasm sparking inside him. All he wants is to thrust into her in a fury. 

She nestles him deep, grips with her pelvic muscles and pulls herself up his length slowly, then pushes down again. Over and over. 

“You like that, Pet? You want more?” Her fingers play lightly with the nibs of his nipples. 

“Yes, please fuck me slow Goddess,” he begs hoarsely. His body tensing as he feels the pressure build inside him. 

“More” he moans.  His hips buck and thrust involuntarily into her harder, unable to resist the mounting pleasure that threatens to consume him. 

“Ah ah ah,” she admonishes, lifting nearly off him. “We aren’t going hard, just slow, naughty pet.”

“Please,” he begs, his eyes pleading at her to give him what he needs. His breathing is nothing more than ragged gasps as he tries to control himself. The ache in him growing more intense even though she isn’t moving an inch. “Please, fuck me hard.” 

“No,” she says in a low voice. She grabs his chin, forcing him to look at her, “you are mine right now and I want to watch you seethe in tortured pleasure. Your orgasm belongs to me. Say it.” 

“My orgasm is yours, Goddess,” his body is trembling with need. His hands gripping the belt as he tries to find some semblance of control. Failing miserably as his hips move erratically, desperate for friction. 

“Tch, tch, tch,” her tongue clicks, her head shakes, “clearly you need a reminder of how to follow directions, Pet.” She undoes the buckle at his wrists, “Up, back on your knees and forehead on the wall.”

He moves quickly to obey her, turning around and pressing his head above the headboard. He is staring at his twitching cock. He had no idea she would be this good at dominating him. 

“Hands,” is all she says, tapping his back after climbing onto the bed behind him. She captures his wrists at his low back with the belt. She presses her breasts against his back and trapping his hands against her belly.  She can feel his breath catch and the shiver run up his spine as she reaches around and grips his cock lightly. 

“Goddess,” again the word drips from his beautiful lips like a silver prayer. His back arches slightly to give her better access. 

She can’t help but kiss his neck, wanting to taste his skin. Her hand grips a little tighter.

“Whose are you right now?”

“I am yours, your plaything, Goddess,” he whispers, his voice filled with submission and desire. He leans into her touch. Once again his hips  move of their own accord, seeking sensation against her hand. 

She lets go immediately. 

“No no, naughty boy, no thrusting,” she climbs off the bed, “...hmmmm something more.” She leaves the room. 

He takes deep inhales, willing his body to stay in position.  

She comes back moments later with her wooden hairbrush. “Maybe this will teach you.” She runs the bristles of the brush over his thighs, letting him see what he was about to get.  

His eyes widen minutely in fear, then in excitement. 

She goes behind him pulling the tail of the belt up, slapping him lightly, experimentally. Then she brings the back of the brush down on him with a loud crack. 

He lets out a soft cry of pleasure mixed with pain. It’s not terribly hard, but it stings. His cock bounces with the movement. 

“OOO, I like that,” She smacks him a few more times, rubbing his gorgeous ass with her hand between impacts, soothing his heated flesh with her cool hand. 

“Do you want more pet, harder?” she says close to his ear, subtly checking in with him, expecting him to say no. 

“Yes,” he breathes out, ”please… Goddess.” 

“Oh look at my little plaything,” she grabs his nipple, squeezing it just enough to make him breath in sharply, “enjoying a bit of pain.” 

The crack of the brush is louder still and he jerks. 

“Color?” 

“Yellow” his voice strained. 

Again and again she beats him with the brush, though not as hard, until his skin is red and hot and his moans fade into whimpers of submission.  She lets the tail of his restraint fall, tickling his ass crack as it swings back and forth.  She brings her free hand up to his mouth.

“Spit,” she says. 

He hesitates for a moment, not sure what is happening. Then he lets a long dribble of saliva fall into her hand. Excitement, shame and arousal battle on his face. 

“Oh, look at you being all good for me now,” she gives him a series of little taps with the brush all over his ass. Then she does it, coats his cock in his own spit. 

“Oh hoh hoh,” he moans softly at the wetness, the sensation intensifying his arousal. 

“Does my pretty plaything like that?” she asks in his ear just before bringing the brush down on his ass again. 

He hisses in pain and lets out a sigh of pleasure, unable to answer more than that. 

“Do you?”  she asks impatiently, smacking him again. “Yes Goddess,” he says quickly, “It’s everything I’ve wanted and more.” His hips are shaking, begging for release. A release she is unwilling to give him, not yet anyway. 

“You want to cum?” she asks.

“Oh Goddess yes, yes please.” his hips start pumping in her hand. 

She quickly lets go, “well you have to earn it, Pet.” 

Austin whimpers at her words, his cock throbbing in frustration. 

“I'll do anything, please Goddess,” he begs, tears threatening in his eyes, “Just please, please let me cum.” He can’t believe how much he wants it, how desperate he has let himself become. It’s wholly unlike him and deep down he finds that he loves the lack of responsibility, the lack of control over the situation. He loves the way she is utterly dominating him. 

“Oh no, not yet,” she backs away to give him a moment to collect himself in big huffing breaths. 

“Now,” she gathers the end of the belt in her hand, fingertips reaching farther to graze against his balls. The mattress shifts under her weight as she climbs up behind him, “who’s play-thing are you?”

“I’m your plaything, Goddess,” his voice trembles with submission and longing. 

She taps his inner thighs with the brush. He spreads his legs, again hoping to god that she won’t abuse his balls. 

“Good pet. Open those fingers,” she palms him, rolling his balls gently. 

He obeys the command, pointing his fingers toward her. His cock threatens to leak even more precum onto the bedclothes beneath him. 

She presses close to his back, now that he is lower, the slick of her pussy slides on his fingers. 

“I’m going to pleasure myself on your fingers and nothing gets to touch that pretty cock, not yet.” She purrs, slowly rutting over his hands. The warmth from his red ass radiating to her thighs. 

He trembles as he feels her juices covering his hands. He had no idea this was turning her on so much. His breath hitches at the thought. As much as he wants to thrust forward into nothing, he refrains. Her moans in his ear spiral him further into needing, wanting. He watches, forehead still glued to the wall, as a drip of clear fluid runs down his distended cock. He’s never seen himself so purple. 

She pulls the skin of his neck and shoulders into her mouth, digging her top teeth down, needing something in her mouth as she thrusts over the protrusion of his fingers. 

Goosebumps radiate down his shoulders and arms. The slapping of her hips causes him to brace his abdomen tight in order to stay upright. Her arms wrap around him, hands landing on his rippled belly. She groans. Holy Mother of god, he is an Adonis of a man. An Adonis that belongs to her right now. 

Her hips snap over his digits, she pants, head to the back of his neck.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moans, her walls constricting on nothing. It’s not a big orgasm, just a little appetizer. 

He found himself sinking into this wildly erotic moment. With her hot breath on his neck and his hands soaked in her, it takes everything in him not to spin with a roar and rail her into the mattress. 

“What a good boy you are, staying so still when I know you want to fuck me into next week,” she murmurs in his ear, “I think you deserve a reward.” 

He growls at her words. Then his hands are free and she is sliding between him and the wall. Casually she strokes his cock with a loose hand.

“Are you ready, my pet?” she says with a wicked look in her eye. 

He just nods, not trusting his own voice. He is so heady with need and her hand, although dry is driving him wild

“You get a choice,” she pulls her legs to the outside of his, her pussy wide and open. “You can stroke that cock, or I can. Either way I want that cum hot and fresh right here.” She pats her lips and clit. 

“I’ll do it,” he says gruffly, He needs to finish and is unsure if she’ll play stop and go games with him. “Please Goddess,” he adds as an afterthought. 

“Just know that after you paint this pussy,” she pulls her lips apart, her cunt glistening. “I still won’t be done with you,” she says cryptically. He doesn’t care, his cock is about to burst, It almost hurts, it's so tight. 

“You can sink it in here to get it wet,” she gives him this, slipping a finger inside herself.

“Oh yes Goddess, please,” he is shaking at the thought, but dares not move. 

“You get three strokes, Pet.” She isn’t sure he’ll make it three strokes in reality. Hell, she might not either, this has been so fucking hot. 

In one desperate movement, he plunges his cock into her. 

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” he chants, his face a mask of immense pleasure. 

“One” she says sternly, to remind him of his limited time in her pussy.  

He pulls nearly out and slides into her again to the hilt. 

“Unhg, Two,” her voice moaning in pleasure. 

Again he impales her. 

“Three,” she looks up at him and he down at her. They both have the same thought ‘what if we just keep fucking, it feels so good.’  The image of him holding her down and fucking her until she is hoarse flashes in both their minds. But he pulls out and sits back on his heels, his cock wet. He wants to be a good boy for her, a good plaything.  

His hand glides over his shaft, he’s never felt himself this hard, she has worked him up into a freaking lather. He pauses, looking at her for permission. She nods. 

 He dribbles spit into his open hand. He aims perfectly, like he’s done it a thousand times. It’s fucking hot. 

“That’s it, be a good Pet for me,” her voice is one part praise, one part sultry, “Show me that cum, give it all to me, right here,” she uses two fingers to spread her labia. 

God she is hot as hell. 

She watches as his eyebrows knit together and his breath pants from between his lips. His chest rises and falls as his arm pumps back and forth. His hips thrust forward, his thighs tight. Every muscle he has is taut. He is fucking gorgeous and she can’t stop herself from rubbing her clit, then diving two fingers into her wet cunt.

When she starts finger fucking herself, that’s it for him, He can feel the immense pressure rising from his pelvic floor. His balls hug fast to his body, his hips thrust into his fist and he barely has time to pant out, “It’s coming,”  before the din of his orgasm overtakes him.

Insanely satisfying streamers of cum launch from his tip onto her lips, her clit, her belly. He watches as it runs, across her sensitive flesh.

The heat of his seed splatters over her.  One well aimed spurt jets right onto her naked clit and nearly makes her cum right there. 

He gives himself one or two last strokes, pushing the last of the viscous white fluid out his teeny hole. His mouth hangs open, his whole body shuddering in a final release. His breath is huffing from him. He wants to collapse on her, kiss her mouth softly, murmur sweet nothings into her ear. 

“Good boy,” she pets his leg, “Now, lick it.” 

His post-orgasm brain is foggy and he doesn't comprehend right away. He sees her hips are rocking back and forth.  His face scrunches slightly in confusion. 

“C’mon plaything” her voice isn’t insistent but sultry and sexy. “Eat that pussy, then I expect you to be hard enough for me to fuck the hell out of you.” 

He lowers himself between her legs, he feels a little trepidation in licking his cum from her. However, he watches her swallow his cum all the time and  he swallows her juices greedily when she cums on his mouth, ‘how is this any different?’ he asks himself.  Besides, he’d do anything to pleasure her, especially right now. 

His cum is spattered along her lips. He takes a long swipe with his tongue. He is tangy and a little bitter. He closes his lips close over hers, his tongue dipping into her. His fingers glide through the cream and into her. 

God she is so fucking wet. Suddenly it doesn’t matter what’s on her, in her. His love of burying his face in her cunt clicks into place. This right here, this he knows how to fucking do. So he does it. 

“Oh my fucking god, yes,” she moans loudly. His fingers curl inside her, hooking onto the spongy tissue just behind her pubis.  Her juices start to flow freely as he pleasures her pussy.  

He is like a man starved. He slurps up the mix of them, finding himself moaning into her. The flat of his tongue pushes and rubs in short little strokes at her sweet spot just under her clit. His fingers squelch in and out of her. 

Her glutes bunch up under her, thrusting her hips against his gorgeous face. She doesn’t register that her fingers are digging into his scalp with fistfulls of hair. 

“Eat that pussy,” she moans at him, “lick that cum up like a good little pet,” she accentuates the last three words with little hip thrusts into his mouth.

Part of him wants to say ‘Yes Ma’am,’ but his tongue is too preoccupied with winding its way around her clit. He knows just what she needs and hastens to do it right.

“That’s it, make me cum all over your fa-ayce,” the last word a moan.  

He does what he knows will make her cum, especially as worked up as she is, as wet as she is. He keeps steadily fingering her as he opens his mouth wide, pulling her clit and upper lips into the vacuum of his mouth, tongue flicking its way between to her clit. 

“Fuck yes! Fuck yes! FUCK YES!” she bucks against his face. Pleasure rising in her spine and bursting out the top. 

When she wails out her orgasm above him, he sticks his tongue out flat, letting her grind herself against it.  His reward is her spine tingling moans and the kneading of her hands in his hair. He slows and he changes to long slow licks to gently prolong her pleasure. 

She suddenly changes to pushing him away, “Stop! stop!” she moans.

Usually, when she got to this point, he would wrap his arms around her legs in refusal. He would have kept up his pleasurable torture, increasing the pace until he forced her into another orgasm. 

But he’s her little obedient pet right now, and he’ll do whatever she says. He suddenly wishes he was collared, the leash of which would be wrapped around her tightening fist. 

He sits back on his heels, face messy,

When he actually sits back, she is slightly stunned that he did, in fact, stop.

The fact that her dream had become reality then hits her and drives her wild with lust.  In a flash she has him shoved back onto the bed and is climbing on top of him like a wildcat pouncing on its prey. 

“I want that cock in me,” it comes out as a savage growl as she mounts him. 

He was so hard before plus the ecstasy of eating her out and his dick never really went soft. He barely has time to think before she is plunging herself hard and hot down on him.

“Oh my fucking Goddess,” his eyes roll back in his head. Her heat engulfs him, sucking him in. There is nothing like it, nothing in the world. 

“I’m gonna ride you like the plaything you are,” she growls. Her hands dig into his shoulders as her ass bounces up and down on his long hardness. 

“Yes.. M- M- M- Ma’am,” he stutters in pleasure.  

“Who’s pet are you?” her hips snap back and forth along his length. 

“Yours, yours, yours, your pet, I’m all yours,” he chants. She feels so fucking good, so wet, so tight, so hot. He’s not sure he can last much longer.

She sees his face, his forehead crinkle and his mouth start to drop open. His hips start to jerk up into her.

“Don’t you fucking cum until I say,” her nails make little half moons in his shoulders as she fucks him. 

“Ok, yes… fuck, Ma’am,”  he barely stutters out through now gritted teeth. 

She rides him hard and fast chasing headlong into her next orgasm. One hand ends up on his neck. Images of the collar flash in his mind and fuel him into near frantic craving. 

“Please, please please,” is all he can get out. His fingers dig into her flesh.

“NownowNOW!” she screams. Her hips falter and her glutes tighten as she impales herself deep onto him, shivering and shaking.

He bends his knees and he flies up into her at a staggering pace. 

Her pussy is a deluge and tightens yet more. They both roar into a gratification that feels so damn good it nearly hurts. His cum thunders into her as she thrashes on the end of his dick. 

She comes down slowly, still moving on him. The overstimulation makes him near mad with jerking and twitching. 

Finally, she collapses on top of him. Both utterly spent. 

Panting he cradles her in his arms as she nestles into his chest, still full of his cock. 

They doze. 

He softens and slips out, it rouses her.  

She sits up slightly, looking at his beautiful face.  Feeling her stir, he blinks his eyes open. 

“Hey baby,” her voice is soft and gentle, all hints of dominatrix gone, ” You ok? Was that ok for you, not too much?” 

“Mmm, Hmmm,” he nods, “Baby that was amazing, ten out of ten. Holy fuck, how did you do that? Know to do all that?” 

She smiles at him with a little shrug, “I’ve sorta played a little before, but that was so hot. You did so good. Maybe we should get you a collar, Pet.”

His only response is to gather her up in his strong arms and kiss her long and hard. The deep kiss was so passionate, that before she knew it, she was on her back and his cock was buried in her again. 

[elvisabutler]

whorever you like to with reader where he comes with that daddy kink thing, than reader says "i'm not your fucking little girl" and fucks him so hard that makes him cry (of pleasure) because she's a fucking dominatrix

every lover's got a little dagger in their hand

summary: austin has a minor daddy kink. you do not. what you have is a domination kink. one of you gets the exact thing you want. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: austin butler x plus sized female reader word count: 2524 warnings: dom reader. p in v sex ( protected ). sub austin. sudden dom/sub dynamics being introduced during sex. brief mention of daddy kink. use of the word ma'am to refer to the reader. a bit of crying during sex? slight miscommunications. author’s note: thank you for the request anon! this one was actually kind of fascinating for me to write. toyed with doing this for an austin elvis piece and honestly might do something similar sometime in the future but i've been feeling like i've lacked in austin pieces lately so austin it was who won out! also did a plus size reader because it felt right in a way that made this honestly flow really well. hope you enjoy this darling!

The thing about relationships, especially in the beginning is that they involve a bit of trial and error. Sure, you can discuss with your new partner your preferences and desires and kinks but thinks can get lost in translation more often that not. Or more accurately things are glossed over sometimes in order to seem cooler or more put together or to give the proper impression. You like to pretend you and Austin aren't like that, because of what you do for a living and how you feel as if you're open with him much like he's open with you. It's refreshing having a relationship like this, where you feel as if you don't have to hide that much- if anything from Austin. He knows what your job is and while there is a part of him that worries sometimes about the scandal he knows people will want to make with it, he's fine with it. Enjoys knowing that his girlfriend is that secure in their relationship and her sexuality that she can do what you do for other people.

In your own bed though, in your own bed Austin and you have never really done anything involving dominance and submission and truly had been rather vanilla all things considered. Not that it was an issue, indeed more than anything it helped to know you had Austin as a palate cleanser so to speak after everything that would happen at work. Sometimes though, sometimes you find yourself wondering what it would be like to have Austin beneath you begging to cum and begging to touch you. You usually shake away the ideas but sometimes they linger, sometimes you find yourself dwelling on them just a little. Today is one of those days. You don't tell Austin, not because you're worried about his reaction but because not all fantasies need to be shared at every given time. Besides, when the greeting you get when he comes home after a long day on set to see you curled up in a robe that would likely swallow him whole width wise is as good as it is, well you can push aside fantasies rather easy.

In fact, Austin manages to charm you like it was your first date again with how he decides to cook dinner as he shoos you away to take a bath to relax completely. Truthfully it felt like he was pampering you, trying to treat you like a princess or a queen even more than he already would. Over dinner he asks if you could wear your favorite piece of lingerie to bed and you oblige thinking nothing of Austin's actions- no part of your brain thinking that perhaps he is trying to take on a more dominant role, a more controlling role. After all, that wasn't necessarily yours and his style, was it?

When he finishes with the dishes, riding himself of his wet shirt with ease he's greeted by you on your shared bed, your breasts- your full breasts he likens to the greatest pillows known to man are encased in a lace black bra with the matching panties laying dangerously low on your hips as they tend to do when you opt for a more cheeky sort of cut. His eyes roam your body like a predator before he growls low in his chest, taking off his pants in record time, his body stalking over yours as if he was a predator and you were his prey. You can't help but giggle as you pull him close, the look on his face delighting you in such a way that you can't help it. It's nice having someone look at you like that beyond your job. It's nice knowing that you invoke the same sort of reaction in Austin that he invokes in you. His hand moves to your lace covered pussy, his fingers pressing into you ruining the fabric even more than it already was. Making it even more drenched in your arousal than it already was.

"Baby." He murmurs into your ear as he moves your panties just slightly out of the way to sink his fingers in between your folds. "This all for daddy? Been wet since I took care of you?"

Daddy. Now- that was new, indeed, that was something you weren't actually the biggest fan of, partially because far too many of your male clients felt more comfortable with the word mommy versus any other title. Maybe Austin was just testing it out. Your lips move down to his neck as he curls his fingers, earning a hiss from you as he does so even as you nip at his neck. "Aus-"

"That's not my name, baby girl. You know it's Daddy." Austin cuts you off with a smirk as he kisses you, continuing to pump his fingers into you.

Oh. He was being serious with this. You freeze and Austin notices, pulling away with a bit of concern coloring his features. "You alright?"

There's a moment where you consider telling him that yes everything's fine, you're completely alright but then you realize fairly quickly that won't help you at all. He'll continue on this daddy kink track he seems to want to indulge in and you're- it's not doing anything for you. It's making you lose your arousal the more he says it. You tilt your head and snake your hand up his torso and grasp at his chin, angling it so that he has to look directly at you. "I'm- Austin, baby boy. My sweet lovable baby boy. I'm not your fucking little girl."

One of his hands had been against your hip, squeezing the flesh and enjoying how his fingers would sink in just that little bit. Every part of you was so soft, he just wanted to take care of you the way he thinks you needed to be taken care of, the way he could as a great daddy, not just as Austin. That hand though, that hand moves up your body before you capture his wrist in your own hand. "Where do you think you're going with that hand, Daddy?

"To your chest?" Austin's voice when he speaks sounds almost pitched an octave higher than it should be. It's as if he knows he's in trouble and he's unsure if he's willing to accept the punishment. "I just want to touch-"

You cut him off with a kiss. "Oh no baby boy, you don't get to touch anything unless I say so. Do you understand?"

Austin gulps almost against his will but nods. "Yes."

You shake your head and tighten your grip on his chin. "Yes, ma'am."

Austin's fantastic at following directions but when he repeats the phrase back to you so easily it sends another rush of arousal coursing through your veins and straight to between your legs. "Good boy. Now, get up so I can straddle you. Would you like that, baby boy?"

A shudder rips through him as he practically trips over himself in his haste to stand up. You try to not laugh, keeping your face as impassive as can be but a smirk crosses your face despite your best efforts. Standing up for you was a far more graceful affair even as your eyes are hooded just staring at Austin. Staring at his cock between his legs, already leaking just a bit, begging for you to enjoy it. A part of you knows you should just let Austin lay down on the bed himself but as soon as he sits down on the bed you take advantage of the moment and straddle his hips, using your body to pin them before taking your hand and placing it in the middle of his chest, lightly pushing on it as he falls backward with a small thump and a groan. His hips attempt to buck up against you desperate for some friction but you clench your thighs together and take advantage of the differences when it came to the bulk of your bodies, pinning him down.

"Ma'am, please. I'm- Don't tease me please- I'll-" Austin mumbles, his head turning from side to side as he clenches his eyes shut. You had barely done anything and yet here he was practically writhing underneath you. So needy and so responsive and he wanted to pretend to play daddy?

"You'll what? Be good? I don't know-" You trail off, your nails lightly scratching his chest earning choked off whimper from him. "You've already been a bit bad, trying to act like you were Daddy. I don't know if you deserve it."

Indeed in your mind's eye an image comes unbidden of Austin being pegged by you, taking your fake cock so well that it was almost natural. You have to physically shake your head in an effort to do away with it as you notice Austin has somehow managed to put a condom on while you daydreamed. Another time you can try perhaps, with far more preparation. You can't just sneak anal on someone especially if they're your partner. When you look down you see Austin panting, holding his hands at his sides trying not to touch you, waiting on your permission and you smile leaning down to kiss him gently as you shift your body up enough to sink down ever so slowly on his cock. His breath leaves him in a rush, almost sounding as if he's about to scream before he speaks.

"Please fuck me, please. Just do what-" Your pussy clenches around him, using kegel exercises you've perfected over the years. "Ma'am."

"Do what I think you deserve and need?" You press down on his chest, using the leverage along with your thick thighs to hoist yourself up his cock before impaling yourself again. "You can touch me. Be helpful and grab my hips, baby boy."

WIthout a moment of hesitation Austin's hands fly to your hips and squeeze earning a slight squeak from you as you allow yourself to grind against him. You allow yourself you watch as Austin's mouth opens up in soft grunts and sighs and moans as he wants more but you're setting the pace. Starting off slow to drag this out when you know he wants to come, when he thinks he should be able to because he's doing what you asked. His own thrusts are getting to be more pronounced, harder as he fucks into you as best he can trying to be a helpful baby boy. You appreciate the help, after all while you can fuck Austin, and want to fuck him all day long it can be a little exhausting teasing like this. Especially when all you want to do is go faster. Austin whines after he feels your hand ghost across his neck followed by your lips and tongue and teeth, his hands and rings digging into your ample flesh.

"Please, ma'am, let- more." The words are jumbled up when they leave his mouth, a string of consciousness more than an actual sentence but your lips curl into a smile against his chest before you move to kiss him, all teeth and tongue as you allow yourself to finally go faster. Your hips rising and falling as your pussy has his cock in a vice grip. At first he tries to be quiet, keep himself from showing just how much this is affecting him how he thinks if you go on for much longer he'll come without a second thought. But then you start to slow down again when he's silent murmuring reassurances and asking if he's alright and he allows himself to be loud. Allows chants of your name and I'm sorry and please please please to escape his lips almost as if he's crying. Truthfully you think you see his eyes starting to tear up and while still maintaining your pace you lean over to kiss him again, far more gentle this time.

"Are you close baby boy? Is this too much?" Your tone inches toward crooning and Austin's whimper at it is nothing short of a hymn, a delicate song meant only for you. It gives you all the answer you need as you gaze at his face, blissed out, an actual tear leaking from the corner of his eyes and you feel his hands moving toward your thighs still digging in as his mouth tries to form words only for them to be gibberish. A moment passes before you lean over to his ear, placing a kiss right below it before your breath ghosts over it as you speak. "Come for me, baby boy. Show how good you are."

His hips stutter and his shout is liable to alert some of the neighbors nearby to what was happening in your apartment but nothing could replace how your own heart skips a beat at how his face betrays every bit of pleasure and joy you've given him. Your own orgasm follows shortly after with a gasp as his eyes open and stare at you with a look of unending love. You hear a hiss from his mouth as your pussy clenches around him, his cock feeling just a bit overstimulated. It's in that moment, the moment after you've come that everything seems to hit both of you as you ease off of him and flop against his chest, your body providing enough cushion that it doesn't hurt. Austin's hand moves to your ass, kneading it just slightly as you both try and catch your breath with you listening to his heartbeat and him just enjoying the feel of your body against his.

He manages to speak first. "We need a shower."

The laugh that leaves you is small but it has you looking up at him with a small grin. "Bath, baby boy." Your hand moves to brush away the tears that fell. "You need it after- that."

Both of you look a little bashful, almost like it's your first time with one another before he scrunches up his face a little. "You're not a daddy-"

Shaking your head, your reply cuts him off. "I never have been. Do I sometimes like to be dominated? Yeah, but daddy kink has never been my style. Didn't realize you were so-"

"Submissive?" He finishes as his hand moves to grab at your love handles. "I'm not usually but something about that- unleashed something in me."

You hum, a little delighted that you could cause that before moving to slide off of Austin despite his whine of protest. "We'll- If you want we can explore that some more. Only if you're comfortable-"

His response is swift but muffled as he lazily drags himself into a sitting position on the bed and pulls you into his arms allowing his face to burrow into your breasts. "In the bath, I want to- we can explore it."

Above his head you smile, your hand moving to run through his blonde hair. "Alright then, come on baby boy. Let's get a bath going and I can show you just how good you are. What I do to good boys."

"Yes ma'am."

taglist: @ab4eva, @blurredcolour, @eliseinmemphis, @butlersxbirdy, @purejasmine, @precious-little-scoundrel, @steph-speaks, @mooodyblue, @powerofelvis, y'all know the drill, i'll add you if you ask, i need to just make a form at this point so i don't give y'all what you don't want.

[kissingrhi]

HELLO??? OMGGGGG.

" 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐲𝐦𝐧𝐬 , "

pairing: sub!austin x soft-dom!reader

summary: enthralled by the lovely singing of your boyfriend, you feel compelled to push further and hear more of his sweet voice.

warnings: 18+!!! SMUT !!! car sex, oral (m receiving), handjob(ish), overstimulation, edging(?), begging, little bit of praising, austin is a pretty crier and that is my signature, pet names, mommy kink sorta, lmk if i missed anything !

wc: 1.8k.

a/n: my last post had really good feedback, so i think i'll try testing out some more of my smut ideas more consistently ! i'm also a relentless horndog (God forgive me). also i like.... don't know how tumblr works 99% of the time so spare my soul

you would huff, struggling to slam the passenger door to austin's rust bucket shut. "God, do you even oil these things anymore?"

"of course i do," your boyfriend retorted with a pricked brow that contorted into a grimace after he saw your beady eyes glaring at him. "... don't.. of course i don't."

you chuckle and give him a punch to the shoulder, opening the dash and plucking out a cassette tape. it was worn, having gotten used way too many times to count whenever you both took a road trip. "i still don't understand how you tolerate this—"

"do not talk rudely about clementine!" austin scolded, snatching up the cassette and shoving it into the player, running his hand over the weathered dashboard as if to console it. "she's my pride 'n joy and i ain't getting rid of her." the boy would pout a bit, turning away from you as it took him at least three tries to start up the shitty mustang.

"say what you want, angel," you spoke lowly, "but ol' clementine should be stalling with one headlight on while i'm around." austin gasped, recoiling as the cassette finally kicked in and filtered through the grainy speakers. though, he couldn't hide the way he'd fluster whenever you pinned petnames on him with that alluringly flirtatious tone.

"don't worry clem, my dear," austin frowned and ran his hand over the steering wheel, "you're safe with me." you only scoff and roll your eyes, the scratchy song on the radio lulling you into bitter happiness as he pulled from the driveway. this was only intended to be a simple run to the grocery store to buy some ingredients for dinner, and there was nothing beyond that. your thoughts were clouded with the list of items you needed, tomatoes, onion, some avocados, peppers...

"somethin' in your kiss just told me," austin's voice would croon like a nightingale, "my sometime is now." that was.. frank sinatra, you believed. your boyfriends voice was much more pleasant than the crappy rendition the mustang provided. his singing faded, then came up strong again to draw out on the verses. it reminded you why 'angel' became a nickname for him in the first place. austin never failed to call upon a rapture of his heavenly tone, the thickness of his southern drawl making words velvety. you'd gotten so wrapped up in all of it that you hadn't noticed yourself start to stare.

"you alright, mommas?" the stark contrast between austin's singing and talking made your daze evaporate.

"mhnm," you hum back in response, leaning back against the headrest as you let your stare linger, "just love watching my angel perform." a smirk curls up at the edges of your lips at the sight of austin, his cheeks flushing down to his collarbones to your remark. he uses the fact that he's driving as a way to distract himself from you and your alluring gaze. the boy knew what you were doing, and he didn't like that it was working.

"did ya hear me?" you blink.

"what..?" he squeaks, just above a whisper.

"i just think that sweet voice of yours is so.. beautiful," you purr, watching as austin begins to shift around in his seat, the smirk now fully visible on your expression. you let your hand trail over his thigh, feeling it quiver beneath your fingers. "it makes me wonder..."

"i'm drivin'.." he quickly cuts you off, despite the fact that he was drinking in the affection you provided. and, he indeed wanted to know what you were saying. austin shivers slightly as you squeeze his thigh, making his lower half squirm under your touch. was this really going where he thought you were taking it..? he pulls into the parking lot, rather desolate for this time of day, trying to shake the grasp you had on him. he feels you lean into his ear, your warm breath engraving goosebumps along his skin.

"what other sounds can my little angel make?" your hand runs higher up on his thigh, fingertips ghosting over his crotch. that just about did him in, the blood that burned in his face flushing down his body and rushing into an erection. austin swallowed, embarrassment making his eyes round and glassy.

"i-i don't.. know..." he mumbled, looking away and out the window as he put the mustang in park. you only chuckle softly, peppering some soft kisses along his jaw and neck.

"how about you let me find out?" your finger drags along the hardness that now ached between his legs, earning yourself a groan muffled by the biting of his lip. reluctantly, austin nods his head and glances back at you. "backseat, now," you order quietly.

"y-yes ma'am," he stammers, stumbling out of the driverside door with shaky legs, walking like a newborn deer. you let yourself laugh at his struggles as you slip into the seat behind you. by the time you got settled, austin was already fiddling with his belt, desperate to be taken care of as each passing moment grew more miserable without your touch.

"nuh-uh, little angel," you tsk, watching as he stopped, eyes darting away ashamedly under your gaze, "mommas gonna handle you." his tense body seemed to relax somewhat, inwardly very impatient as you undid his belt painstakingly slow. if austin knew this was bound to happen, he wouldn't have worn a belt at all. in fact, the boy would've let you fuck him in the car before leaving the house.

"p-please.." he'd whisper in a subdued tone, straining to keep his hips from bucking upwards for some type of friction.

"gonna need more than that," you say with a pricked brow, sliding his pants down his waist so that his thin boxers were the only divider between you two. your hands rub along his inner thighs, keeping close to his erection yet not enough to give austin what he desired most.

"want—" he choked himself up a bit, "need you to— to touch me, n-need you so bad, momma," he was pleading, his pupils blown out and hungry for any scrap of pleasure you could provide. your fingers drew up his hips hooking on the strap of his boxers and hiking them down his thighs. austin gave a low, pained whine as the material teased at his aching erection, precum already oozing from the tip of his cock.

"look at my little boy," you purred, the pad of your thumb dragging over the head of his cock as you watch his body writhe to the sensation, "so desperate. beggin' for his mommy to help him, isn't that right?" austin's body jerked a bit as he nodded frantically, hand gripping the car seat. you grinned, spitting into your hand and dragging it down his shaft to lube it.

"f-fuCk—" he let out a gasp, chest hitching as his breathing picked up to the mere feeling of your hands, "feels so– so good," austin heaved air from his lungs, head leaned back as his eyes fluttered closed while your euphoric feeling enveloped his body.

"such a sensitive angel," you hum, letting your fingers work him up. soft, muffled moans would slip from his mouth as he bit his lip. austin seemed embarrassed by his desire, his desperation for you at such a time– but you found it to be rather endearing. his cock would start to twitch beneath your touch, the head sticky with his precum as you continued to stroke it. you were slightly surprised, as he would never reach an orgasm so quick. perhaps the thrill of it all was pushing him further than usual, so you stopped.

austin's eyes shot open as your fingers left the heat that pooled below his abdomen, a whine immediately erupting from his throat in agony, "m-mommas.." his distressed, raspy voice drawled out, now looking down at you with round eyes of betrayal.

"patience, love," you click your tongue, situating yourself to be in a more apt position. it took him only a few moments to register your actions before he fell flustered again, absentmindedly chewing his lip in silent excitement. you hoist his leg over your shoulder, gazing up to him through your lashes, "is this comfortable?"

"perfect," he whispers with a shaky sigh, blissed. you give a faint smirk before you lick up his shaft, making austin shiver and let out a moan. your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, sucking on the salty precum while your tongue swirled around his slit. he choked on his spit, moans flowing more freely from his mouth as ecstasy poured into his brain. any noise he made was music to your ears, but you wanted more than what he was giving. your hand wrapped around his base, giving you more leverage as you took in his cock to your mouth. austin's body shuddered on impact, hips bucking up as a louder moan escaped his grasp. it was laced with lust, and made your body tingle with delight. that, that was what you wanted to hear out of him.

"fuck, fuCk," austin's voice cracked, along with repetitions of your name while you bobbed slowly along his cock. "mouth f-feels so– fuck– feels so f-fucking good, mommas," his body writhed beneath you, hand reaching down and threading into your hair to keep himself steady. you hollowed your cheeks out, mouth tight around his cock, forcing guttural cries up austin's throat as he whimpered in painful pleasure. the shaking of his thighs told you that he was reaching further along to his climax, so you wanted to savior every last drop austin provided you.

you let you lips pop off of his cock for a moment, thumb toying around with it to keep him occupied, "doing so wonderful for your momma," you breathe against his hardness, sending chills up his spine, "singin' like a lovely angel, such a good boy." you watch as his brain attempts to process your words, seeing his adams apple bob up and down as he could only respond with a loud whimper.

"f-fUck— mommas— 'm so c-close," he finally managed to push out of his throat, body jerking around as you let your mouth envelop his cock once more. you hollow your cheeks out as you bob down on it, watching as his eyes wired shut and his mouth slacked open. austin let out another loud, sobbing moan that reverberated in your brain, and you felt the warmth of his bodily fluid shoot down your throat. cum pooled at the edges of your lips, slipping down his cock and leaking out into the seat of the car. you swallow the rest, sitting up to lean forward and pepper gentle kisses along his cheek that was wet with tears of elation.

"did so great for mommas, didn't you?" your gaze trails along his face, looking into his fucked-out eyes.

"mhnm," he mewls quietly in response, drinking in the praise you gave him.

"now ya gotta reason to clean this rust bucket, too."

"damn y-you."

[sp4ceboo]

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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CHARMED ᯓ★

Austin Butler x Reader

wc: 1.7k | summary: y/n, an interviewer at Variety, scores an interview with Austin Butler. | nav - taglist

FLUFF. no major warnings.

You sit in the quiet of the Variety office, surrounded by the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional clack of a keyboard echoing through the open-plan space. Your heart beats a little faster than usual today as you prepare for the interview of a lifetime. The email with the subject line "Austin Butler Interview: Confirmed" still sits open on your screen, a stark reminder of the excitement and nerves you've been juggling since you read it. You've done this before, of course, but something about Austin feels different. Maybe it's the way his blue eyes seem to look right into your soul in every magazine cover, or the way his deep voice sends a shiver down your spine when you watch his interviews. You're a journalist with a knack for making even the most guarded celebrities open up, but you're not immune to the charm of Hollywood's golden boys.

The clock ticks closer to the scheduled time, and you stand, smoothing out the wrinkles in your blouse and taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. You've spent hours researching his career, from his early days on the small screen to his breakthrough performance as the king of rock 'n' roll. You've rehearsed your questions, honed them to perfection, and now all that's left is to wait for the moment when he walks through the door.

When he does, it's like the air in the room shifts. He's taller than you expected, with a presence that seems to fill the space around him. He's dressed casually, but it looks like he stepped out of a magazine spread, his jeans fitting just right, and a leather jacket thrown over a simple white tee. His eyes scan the room, and when they land on you, you feel a jolt of energy. He smiles, a genuine, warm smile that reaches his eyes, and you can't help but return it, feeling a little bit like you're melting.

You extend a hand, and he takes it, his grip firm but gentle. His skin is warm, and for a second, you're lost in the sensation of his touch. "Y/N," he says, as if he's known you for years, not minutes. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." His voice is like a caress, and you blush, hoping it's not too obvious. You've always been a little shy around the people you admire, and the fact that he's looking at you with such kindness isn't helping your nerves.

As you lead him to the interview set, you notice the way his boots scuff the floor, the quiet confidence in his stride. He seems to be at ease in his own skin, a stark contrast to the flurry of activity around you. You offer him a seat and take yours opposite, placing your notebook and pen on the table. You've done this a hundred times before, but today, your hand trembles ever so slightly. You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a nervous habit you thought you'd outgrown, and try to remember to breathe. The cameras start to roll, and you're aware of every little detail: the sound of the film crew moving around, the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the background, the way the lights cast a gentle glow on Austin's face.

He leans back in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours. "So," he begins, his voice like a purr. "What's the first question you've been dying to ask me?"

You open your mouth to speak, but the words catch in your throat. You clear it, hoping he doesn't notice, and glance down at your notes. But as you look back up, you realize that the question you've so carefully prepared isn't what you want to ask anymore. There's something about the way he's looking at you, something that makes you feel seen in a way you never have before. And in that moment, you know that this interview is going to be unlike any other.

You take a deep breath and dive in, asking him about his preparation for his latest role, one that's earned him critical acclaim and a slew of award nominations. His eyes light up, and you can almost see the gears turning in his head as he thinks back to those intense days and nights spent becoming someone else. He speaks slowly, thoughtfully, his voice deep and resonant as he recounts the hours of research, the months of practice, the moments of doubt and triumph. You're captivated by his dedication, his passion for his craft shining through every word.

As you listen, you find yourself leaning in, hanging on to every syllable. His words paint a vivid picture of his journey, and you're drawn into the story as if you were there with him. You ask follow-up questions, eager to learn more, and he responds with the same thoughtfulness, never rushing, always choosing his words with care. His honesty is refreshing, and you can't help but admire the way he's handled the pressures of stardom with such grace.

But then his gaze starts lingering on you a beat too long, and when he smiles, it's a smile that says he's not just talking about the movie anymore, and suddenly, the air in the room feels charged with electricity. You blush, your cheeks grow warm, and you feel your heart race in your chest. Your hand fidgets with the pen, and you realize you're playing with your hair again, a nervous habit you thought you'd left behind in high school. But with Austin, you're feeling anything but professional.

He leans closer, his eyes never leaving yours, and asks you a question about your own work, your favorite stories, your dreams. And you find yourself opening up to him, sharing things you never thought you'd say out loud, let alone on camera. His voice is a gentle coax, drawing you out of your shell, making you feel as if you're the most interesting person in the world. And maybe, just maybe, you start to believe it.

The conversation flows like a river, twisting and turning through topics of art, life, and love. His stories are peppered with laughter, and you find yourself smiling more than you ever have in an interview. His hand reaches out, resting on the arm of your chair, and you feel the warmth of his touch seep through the fabric as he pulls your chair closer to his. It's a simple gesture, but it sends a jolt through your body, making you aware of every inch of space between you as you catch a glimpse of how his muscles flex under the studio lights.

You notice the way his fingers tap against the chair, a subtle beat that matches the rhythm of your heart. His eyes, so blue and deep, seem to see right through you, and for a moment, you wonder if he can read your thoughts. You realize you're not just asking questions anymore; you're exchanging glances, sharing silent moments filled with understanding. The chemistry between you is palpable, and the crew seems to have melted into the background, leaving just the two of you in the spotlight.

The interview comes to a close, but the energy between you and Austin doesn't dissipate. As the crew starts to pack up, he lingers, his hand still resting on the arm of your chair. "Thank you," he says, his voice sincere. "That was one of the best interviews I've had in a long time." You blush, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Thank you," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "It was an honor."

He stands, and you follow suit, the space between you closing as you exchange pleasantries about the weather and the traffic. His eyes never leave yours, and you can't help but feel like there's something unspoken hanging in the air. He's charismatic, down-to-earth, and thoughtful—everything you've read about him, but seeing it up close is like experiencing the gravity of a star for the first time. His words come out measured and deliberate, each one chosen with care, as if he's afraid of saying too much or too little.

As you walk him out, the quiet of the office seems to amplify the sound of your shoes on the floor. The lights seem to dim, and the world outside the glass walls fades away. You find yourself lost in the depth of his gaze, the way his eyes seem to dance when he smiles. He pauses, his hand resting on the doorknob, and looks at you with an intensity that makes your knees wobble. "Y/N," he says, and the way he says your name feels like a secret shared between the two of you. "Could I interest you in a drink? To celebrate a successful interview?" His words are followed by a cheeky grin as he addresses you in an overly formal manner.

You're surprised by the invitation, but something in his tone tells you that it's more than just a professional courtesy. You hesitate, your heart racing as you laugh nervously. You've never mixed business with pleasure before, but the way he's looking at you, the way his thumb brushes against the back of your hand as he holds the door open, makes you want to throw caution to the wind. You nod, trying to sound casual. "Sure, I'd love that."

The bar he chooses is dimly lit, the kind of place where whispers are the loudest sounds and secrets feel safe. He orders a whiskey neat, and you ask for a glass of wine. As you sit across from him, you can't help but notice the way the light plays with the shadows on his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his lips. He talks about his love for music, the way it's shaped him as a person and an actor, and you listen, enraptured. His passion is contagious, and you find yourself sharing stories from your own life, things you rarely speak of outside of your closest friends.

The conversation flows as easily as the alcohol, and you realize that you're not just talking about work anymore. You're laughing, sharing, connecting in a way you never have with an interview subject. His hand reaches across the table, and he takes yours, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. It's a simple touch, but it feels like a promise, a question, a door opening to something new.

A/N: kinda in a love-hate relationship with this one yall

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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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[cryingabtab]

Louder

Put Them On

Liar

Baby Boy

Surprise

[starboybutler]

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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summary: once upon a time there was a man in love with a woman. once upon a time that woman wanted to peg the man. the man had no real objections. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x plus sized female reader word count: 2295 warning: pegging. use of the word good boy. at least faint dom/sub vibes. sub austin. little bit of crying. little bit of come play. talk about prepping for anal penetration. coming without being touched. handjobs technically. brief mention of the reader wanting to call a strap on a cock. a faint trace of feminization i think but i can't quite tell. just in case we'll add it. use of the color system ( red, yellow, green ) for sex. author’s note: ah anon, i know where this came from. i do throwaway lines and they come back to haunt me in the best of ways. i basically began and finished this today. something about getting a full proper night of sleep inspired me i guess. haven't written pegging in- forever because i think i've written it maybe once or twice for other fandoms. hope you enjoy and hope this scratched an itch for you. and consider this a continuation of every lover's got a dagger in their hand because that's what i did. also y'all wanna be part of my tag list fill this out here.

Ever since Austin had made what you and him both affectionately call "The Miscalculation" in thinking that maybe you enjoyed daddy kink you two hadn't really tried much of anything. Busy schedules preventing much more than quick pecks and just as quick sex. It's not a problem, you both knew what you signed up for being with the other person and yet it allows both of you- or at least you to fantasize when you're alone. It allows your mind to swirl with thoughts and images of various positions and things you want to do with Austin. It helps your job, allowing you to take scenes in ways that were new and adventurous while still staying firmly in agreed upon limits but you find yourself wishing more and more you could finally get an opportunity to enact the fantasy with the object of your fantasy.

Thankfully the opportunity presents itself in one of the rare weekends Austin has had off at the same time you are off. Or more accurately the opportunity to bring up the subject arose as he stroked your hair and you drew shapes on his torso.

"Would you ever mind being pegged? Or is that a hard no?" The question is asked with zero preamble but if there's one thing you're pretty certain Austin knows about you by now it's that you are incredibly direct when you want to be and this particular time is no exception. Truly, this time just goes hand in hand with any discussion you have about sex, just a remarkably frank talk that the other person just tends to be along on the ride for.

Austin chokes on his spit a little at the sudden question but recovers startlingly quick, planting a kiss on the crown of your head as he answers. "I. I never thought about it before The Miscalculation," he pauses and you hear the sound of his saliva wetting his lips as he licks them, "but it's been in my head for a little bit, lately. I know you'd take care of me."

Your mind latches onto the idea of him thinking about it like you had. It latches onto the idea that he's been fantasizing about you with a strap on sliding in and out of him. That he's been fantasizing about whimpering and whining and begging to come undone beneath you. You feel the fire of your arousal go from faint embers to a roaring heat as you grab one of his hands and feel his fingers slide through your folds. Your question comes out a little shaky.

"Can I take care of you tomorrow?"

As it turns out he had no objections to that in the slightest. There were no dinners you two had made plans to go to. There were no work related events that might crop up. There was nothing but you and him and your bed. It's been your experience that people do their best prep for things like this by themselves. Of course, you always do a final inspection and help where you can but there's something uniquely intimate about cleaning yourself out this way and you- despite knowing how much Austin cares for you and adores you, you don't want to rush him. You don't want to cause him any undue discomfort partially so that it doesn't sour the mere idea of the actions that are about to happen but also because he's the man you love. He's the man you love and the fierce protectiveness you know he feels for you goes both ways. Your own protectiveness wraps itself around him like an armor and you're loathe to hurt him- to cause a single chink in that armor.

He does a remarkably good job at prepping himself, and you wonder briefly if he truly has never done this before. You know he hasn't though, know it's just a side effect of knowing how to clean himself properly and thoroughly. When you open the door he has his fingers starting to trace his hole with some hesitation. It was one thing to clean himself out, another to lube himself up. Your voice is a soft murmur as you press your naked body against his, making sure your full breasts push against his back. "On the bed, baby boy. On the bed for your queen."

His lips curl into a smile at the term of endearment he's used for you once or twice before. Perhaps that should be what he calls you in situations like this, ma'am and queen. Perhaps that encompasses your relationship in ways mama and mistress and any other combination of words do. You hum as you watch him walk to the bed with all the grace of a newborn fawn before flopping on the bed. A chuckle leaves your lips and you know you should tell him move, to make it easier for you to make sure you thoroughly prep him but instead you lay down beside him and take the lube, generously coating your fingers before you start to prep him. Involuntarily he tenses before you shush him, your free hand stroking his cheek. "Relax, it's just me. Just making sure I won't hurt you. Remember how you work me open when I'm not ready?"

He nods, a noise that sounds almost like a whine escaping his lips as he relaxes slowly but surely allowing your finger to slide into his hole. You take your time, allowing Austin to set the pace as you feel him relax more and more. Your hand stays on his face for a few minutes before he grabs your wrist and moves it down his torso. He's always been sensitive there and you feel the muscles tense as your fingertips dance across the skin as you move lower and lower, brushing past his cock that's slowly filling up the more you press against his prostate and settle on his thigh. A squeeze has him whining your name as you shush him whispering little sweet nothings into his ears.You hear his breath even out even as it hitches when you hit that certain spot inside him or when you move to add another finger but he takes them so well. He takes them so well and you can't help the words that leave your mouth.

"That's my good baby boy, being good for your queen. Relaxing for her, getting ready to take her. Gonna look so pretty with me inside of you, aren't you? Gonna bounce up and down on your queen, hm? Or am I going to have to do all the work." The last words are punctuated by you removing your hand, marveling in how he grinds back, whining when there's nothing there.

"Y/N. Don't- Why did you take them out?" Austin's voice sounds minorly unfamiliar to his own ears as he keeps grinding back until you put them back in and brush against where he wants you to, a sigh of relief exiting his body.

"You don't want more? Don't want to be stretched out around my strap on?" The word cock itches in your mouth and dances around but you tamp down on the urge, this is your boyfriend not a client. "Your queen's been so good at prepping you, wouldn't want that to go to waste would we?"

His head shake would be entertaining if you didn't realize he might be sliding into a space he can't handle just yet. It's violent and has you pulling out your hand and your other hand to make him focus on you and before you get the words out he smiles, "green."

Green. He's fine and you move to grab the lube again, coating your hand and the dildo attached to your strap on, watching as his eyes zero in on it. He bites his lip, and you swear you see a bit of drool that has you putting on a bit of a show. "Baby boy? You want your queen to fill you up now? You gonna climb on top of her? Ride her like she's ridden you before?"

What happens next is something you weren't expecting. Austin has been nervous and you've been worried he's going to call this off. It would have been fine and you would have understood wholeheartedly but you wanted to fulfill a fantasy for both of you. Yet here was your nervous boyfriend practically clamoring on the bed to be able to sink himself down on you. You see the muscles in his arms tense as he holds himself up, trying to figure out the best way to do things before you grasp the dildo and nod slowly as if to tell him it's alright. You know he knows to go slow even if he's excitable and you see the tear and the way his face winces just a bit even with the preparation and your free hand moves to wipe those tears away and cup his cheek.

"Good boy, there you go, nice and steady. You've got this. I'm so proud of you. Taking me so well, gonna make you feel so good, baby boy," your murmurs have him humming softly as he looks down at you, love clear as day in his eyes even as they flutter shut. You had told him not to bottom out just yet but he does and nearly shoots off of you when he realizes he just put an obscene amount of pressure on his prostate.

"Fuck. Ma'am. Queen. Y/N," Every word he can think of to be a name for you erupts from his mouth in a whimper, his arms and his thighs shaking. He hasn't come and yet he knows he probably will sooner rather than later.

"What's happening?" You ask, as your hand moves from his cheek down his neck and down to his collarbone as he starts to move himself off of you only to sink back down with a growl. "Color?"

"G-Green. Green Yellow." He forces the words out as he looks at you, watches your hand move down his torso, scratching at his nipples in a fit of minor overstimulation. "Green Yellow."

"Too much?" A simple question as you pull your hand away only to have him grab your wrist and put it close to his cock, whining as you brush that spot inside him again. "You want me to play with your cock, baby boy?

He nods, the words floating away from his brain and making it impossible for him to answer with words. You should tell him you won't do it unless he can tell you what he wants, what he needs but you understand him better than anyone and know what he wants in this moment. He wants to lose himself, you figure. Not completely but just enough that you are completely in control of his pleasure. Your hand wraps around his cock and he cries out a little. Not in pain but in pleasure that has him bouncing as best as he can above you. One of his hands moves to play with your breasts, pinching and kneading your nipple and the breast itself. He can't tell if you're enjoying this, so he figures this will help. You ought to tell him that his sighs and whimpers and how you feel his thighs tighten around your own- not an easy feet but the way his legs are practically splayed even as he rides you- is a wonder to behold that has you dripping onto the bed. You should tell him you're thinking you're likely to come without being touched. You should tell him these things and yet you hold back, choosing to wrap your hand around his cock and slide it up and down, your thumb playing with the slit and earning hiss after hiss and whimper after whimper.

The muscles in his abdomen are tightening and everything seems to be being wound tighter and tighter and tighter the more you look at him. He opens his mouth to finally let words leave it, to finally ask for something he needs desperately. "Wanna come. Please. Help me, let me come, please."

His voice is so wrecked that you feel your own body shudder with an orgasm as your hand tightens around his cock once more. His whines are getting louder, more pitiful as you look up at him and practically coo, "come for me, baby boy. Cover your queen's chest in your come. Paint me all white."

That does it as he shudders and cries out your name, his release coming it spurts over your stomach and your breasts. His body sags and he whines at the overstimulation from him not holding himself up any more. You're not intensely strong but you're strong enough to shift the two of you into a side by side position that allows you to slide out of him, trying not to relish in how he whines at the loss and whimpers at you petting his cheek and his body. Your own legs are shaky but you need to get up and clean up and you start to before Austin lays his whole arm across you and shakes his head. "Stay just- We'll shower in a bit. Take a bath. I don't- I just want you here right now. Wanna watch you play with my come."

Those last words are half slurred and you can't help but crack a small smile as you take his hand and drag it through the mess he's left on your chest. After a moment of him just staring at you, marveling at what you did you take his fingers and suck on them to clean them off. "Think you can handle this playing right now, baby boy?"

"Green."

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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

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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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Chapter 13: ‘Yes Sir’

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: 18+ only, Dom/Sub play, collaring, restraint, paddling, cunnilingus, temporary marking, just a little bit of ass licking.

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Chapter 13: "Yes Sir"

Inside the box, organized neatly, he sees four fur-lined dark red leather cuffs that buckle and are connected with D rings and small-linked chains, a couple hanks of dark red rope, and a dark red leather collar with a matching leash.  He is both shocked and not at all. He carries the box to the dining table, laying the items out one by one.  The chains clink as they pool on the black table top. Looking in again, he finds a familiar looking black cloth. Unfurling the black wrapping along the smooth surface, a small assortment of toys in varying sizes roll out; vibrators, dildos, and cockrings.  On the bottom he finds a round, red leather paddle, lube, a butt plug with a ring on the end and body butter. He is astonishingly aroused as he lines up everything. 

“Aya,” he turns to her,  his face serious.”You’re sure that all this is ok? Everything here?”  

He is willing to play tie-me-up, tie-me-down games. Has one or five books on the subject in his personal library. 

She looks at everything laid out and puts the butt plug back in the box, she isn’t quite in the mood for that tonight. 

“There. I do have one caveat though,  I don’t like to be demeaned and put down. You can call me a whore, or a slut or something, but only if you are praising me for it.” 

“Alright then,” he agrees and reaches for the collar. “May I?” 

She just nods and pulls her hair up, offering her neck to him.  It was the last time that night that he asked her permission. 

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He steps back to look at her. Each limb adorned with a red cuff and a matching stripe around her neck. He had decided to forgo the chains as he was far more of a rope guy. 

He liked the artistry of rope; the meditation of tying the knots,  the beauty of skin pressed with criss-crossing lines, the contrasting colors of hemp. Her bra and panties make him think of a full harness. Someday, he would do a full karada on her with a sukaranbo. The idea of rope running between her legs makes his cock twitch. It’s been a while and he definitely needs a refresher before he pulls those skills on out her. 

As he buckles the collar around her neck, a little shivery sigh rolls down her spine. She hadn’t thought they would get to this so soon, if at all. She had a bare handful of other lovers who liked to play this way. She figured he’d be like them, wanting her to dom. She enjoyed it, make no mistake. But she hadn’t realized just how much she was yearning to be collared, just for a night. Not until his gentle fingers pulled her hands forward and fastened the cuffs had she felt that internal slackening of not being in charge. It showed her just how much she really trusted Austin. 

“Mmm, you look good enough to eat, Pet. Let’s just-” he picks up the red leather leash and snaps it onto the matching collar with a click, “there now.” 

He takes a big breath to control himself. She looks gorgeous in front of him. Only the shadows of the hickies he gave her remain on her tits. He’ll have to mark her again. Just the idea that she was his if only for tonight;  it made him burn. He backs up step by step, the leash an ever widening parabola between them. Desire simmers in his eyes. 

She makes no move to follow until she feels the tug on the taut leash at her neck. Austin leads her across the room to the bar height chairs of the kitchen island. He uses his foot to push two of them apart.

“One knee here and one here,” he points to the two chairs in turn. She clambors up, her legs apart. He saunters around to the kitchen side of the island. 

“C’mere,” he crooks his finger at her. She leans over, hands on the cold marble. He captures her mouth in a gentle kiss. His tongue brushes hers, his teeth nibble at her lower lip. It lasts longer than she expected, this sweet kiss. Her mouth just starts to get insistent, wanting more when she feels the pull. Steadily forward and down, he pulls on the leash, breaking her lips from his. She bends, like a vassal to her lord, bowing close to the counter.

“Ah-ah, all the way,” he gives the leash a little yank at the end and she is stretched forward. The cold marble against her nipples and belly makes her gasp as the leash forces her to lay fully down. 

“There you go,” he says, kissing the top of her head as he squats down, securing the leash tightly to the nearest drawer pull with a makeshift highwayman’s hitch.

“Since this is the kitchen, I think I’ll feast on you,” he kisses her cheek.  His fingers drag from her neck, over the back and to her ass as he walks around the end of the island. She hears the dragging of a dining chair closer.  His hands run up her hamstrings, thumbs digging in at the gluteal fold and peeling her cheeks apart. 

“Stick that pretty ass out,” he pulls back lightly at her hip crease,  “let me see that pussy.” 

She arches as best she can, but is limited due to her secured leash.  

“Oh hoh, what is this?” his fingers run lightly over the crotch of her panties, or the lack thereof. The slit in them frames her lips perfectly. 

“Spread those legs so I can see,” his voice is deep and soft and insistent.  

He sits down on the lower chair and hooks his feet around a leg each of her chairs, steadying them for her. She spreads her legs wide, feeling her wet lips pull gently apart. 

His thumbs pull gently at her little pink petals, his fingers dalying at her opening.

“Oh you are such a good Pet, to have yourself on display for me like this,” he kisses one cheek then the other. 

Then his lips are nibbling down to the juncture of her thighs and ass. He pulls her flesh into his mouth, biting gently but sucking hard. Again and again, on both sides, he growls the bruises onto her skin. 

His fingers are squeezing the globes of her ass, a cat kneading with his claws. 

The sucking, the soft throated growls, the pulling apart of her cheeks, the illusion of no control over it happening; all this only serves to slide Aya further down the slippery slope of submission. She can’t stop the slight pumping of her hips as he administers his marks.

Austin pulls back, watching the red/purple of crushed capillaries rise to the surface. 

“Keep still, Pet,” he grabs her hips.

He pulls her cheeks apart and plants kisses on the sensitive skin between her asshole and her vagina, then down each of her labia. Finally he extends his tongue to taste her. Oh lord, she tasted so good. The way she moans has his cock nodding agreement in his loose linen pants. He had foregone underwear when he dressed after his shower. 

On his second pass, he pushes his face farther into her, the flat of his tongue rubbing back and forth over her pussy lips. His senses are filled with her. He growls as he buries himself aggressively in her the third time. His nose wet, his tongue reaches to skim her clit. 

Aya is vibrating with desire as he plays with pussy. His obvious sounds of appreciation make it that much better. She moans as her ass shakes on his face.

 Her sounds spur him on. His hands pull the flesh of her ass apart, moaning with her, as he gives himself over to his oral infatuation. 

He rubs at her hard pea sized nub with the tip of his tongue. His lips mouthe at each separate outer labia, pulling them in and pulsing them with light suction.  His tongue licks up, along her lips and over the puckered flesh of her asshole. Her soft moans turn into a whine as his fingertips find her clit and his tongue plays at her ass. 

“Oh fuck that’s good,” she moans, feeling herself click tighter.

“Oh fuck that’s good, what?” he pulls away from her entirely, licking his lips and wiping his face.

“Oh fuck that’s good, Sir,” her emphasis on the Sir. The sudden lack of touch leaves her hanging. 

“Do you want to cum, Pet?” he asks, lightly stroking her. He is still not sure if he is going to deny her all night, or make her cum over and over instead. 

“Uh huh,” she moans, hips rocking back and forth, desperate for more.  

“Oh no no, that just won’t do,” he says, reaching for the paddle. He rubs it against her backside in a circle.  He administers her a series of light taps around one cheek that cascade gradually into harder ones. He ends with a moderately hard glancing blow. She sucks air in through her teeth.  

“That’s what you are going to get anytime you forget my honorific, understand?” 

“Uh huh,” she looks back over her shoulder with a wicked smile. 

“Oh you are so naughty,” his upper lip curls into a wry grin.  He repeats his tapping, soft to hard, over her other cheek. When he ends with a hard smack, it garners a moan from her lips and jerk from her hips. He loves that she is so clearly enjoying this heightening of her senses.

“Now, say it right,” a hard edge creeps into his voice. He leans over her, fingers rubbing up and down on her inner thighs. 

“Yes Sir,” she breathes out. She had no idea he would be so good. His initial paddling of her was making her tingle for more.

“Do you want to cum?” he pointedly asks again. 

“Yes Sir,” her voice betrays the level of her desire.

“Good girl,” he strokes her hair. It’s now that Austin decides on a course of action for the night. “You are to tell me when you are getting close to cumming. If you cum before I know it, I’ll be cross with you. Tell me you understand.” 

“I understand…” her voice is nearly rebellious as she balks at being called ‘girl’. If she is going to be ‘girl’ to him, he has to make her behave.

“Oh Pet, I think you just want me to paddle you red,” he proclaims. 

Her only answer is to squirm her ass around with a little moan.

“Say it,” he cajoles softly, rubbing the back of the paddle against her skin. 

“Please,” she waggles her ass against the paddle, pouting like a brat.

“No,” he takes a step away, but somehow leans low to her ear at the same time. “If you want it, little Pet, you have to say it.” 

His voice is like hot butter dripping off his tongue and over her neck with an edge of command. It melts her rising defiance. 

“Please, please paddle me, Sir,” she is only mildly surprised at her begging tone.

“Hmmm, do you think you need it to be good for me?” his tone is calm, a patient teacher asking leading questions of a student. “Or are you just being a little glutton for the punishment?” His words dip into threat as he runs the paddle down her back and over the round curve of her rump.

“Please, yes Sir, I need it, show me how to be good,” no filter, no thoughts, just need coming out of her mouth. 

“Mmmm, that’s better,” he rumbles so low. He balances the paddle on her ass and steps close between her legs, the fabric of his shirt rough on the soft skin of her inner thighs. His hands run up her spine, over her shoulders and down her arms in a mock massage. His fingers close over her wrists, squeezing tight and he pulls them behind her back, clicking the cuffs together with a snap.

He picks up the paddle. 

Aya is holding on to her mental precipice with one hand. The feel of his hands on her body, smooth and soft is a juxtaposition to the paddle she knows is coming. The oscillation between hard and soft in both his voice and action makes her slip to just her fingertips on the proverbial ledge. 

Gone is the pretense of warming her up with taps. Austin peppers her ass with smacks in a steady beat, moving around her skin so that one spot doesn't get too much all at once. 

Little whimpering moans lilt from her chest with each strike. Her hands restrained behind her back and her leash holding her fast to the front gives her a delicious sense of relinquishment. She surrenders to the sting, to the rising heat on her ass, to his will. She will serve as his plaything, his fucktoy, his pet, his fucking girl… ‘just for tonight’ she tells herself as her mental fingers slip the ledge. 

When he had decided to be a little relentless in his spanking of her, he hadn't expected the emerging red between the black diamonds on her ass to turn him on so much. He tortures his bottom lip with his teeth as he watches impact after impact jiggle her flesh. The only sounds are the smack of the leather and her mewling. He pauses now and then to rub her ass in circles, feeling the heat of her skin. He finds that his hips are thrusting gently into the ether of their own volition. 

‘Soon,’ he thinks to himself, ‘soon I’ll bury my cock between those two red globes and fuck her senseless.’

He moves to her side, threading his free arm under her belly, reaching to her pussy. He leans down, sowing a series of soft, soothing  kisses along her back and down her ass. His fingers start working shapes around her clit, little polygons of pleasure. He waits until she is moaning open vowel sounds, then brings the paddle down a handful times before immediately starting up with his fingers again. 

“You better fucking tell me, Pet,” her reminds her, his voice rumbles low, borderline threatening. 

Over and over he marries the pain of the paddle with the pleasure of his fingers. 

Aya is in overdrive. Every stinging strike of the paddle is forcing her to cry out. Every genius stroke of his long delicate fingers winds her tighter, moans free flowing from her throat. Her mind is whirling and she is just a ball of nerve endings, a ball with which he is proving his expertise.  It is mind bending. Finally she whinges out,“I’ma cum”. 

Austin whips around behind her and buries his face voraciously in her cunt. He can feel the red heat radiating off her skin as he dives deeper and deeper into her, lashing her with his tongue. He ends up nearly bowing down under her before he pulls her clit into his mouth, sucking hard. Even though he is supposed to be in charge here, he feels like an oral supplicant at devotion. He is worshiping at the oldest altar.

The change in stimulation reroutes Aya’s orgasm. It’s only a moment's reprieve though, as the cacophony of sensations start aggregating together as her nervous system catches up. His sudden suction on her causes her to flood over his face.  

The hot buzzing of her ass and the suction on her clit is just too much. She is pitched hard into her orgasm. Screaming, she strains the leash tight, her hips grinding into his face. Her frantically seizing pussy feels empty. God with his perfect fucking cock in her, she’d go wild.

Her juices trickle over Austin’s nose and down his cheeks. His long tongue lapping, lapping, drinking her in. His primal need to be inside her, to claim her, rises. He stands with it and kicks his chair back. Pulling his cock out and over the waistband of his pants, he holds himself, aiming for that portal to the promised land.   His dick reaches, trying to get to her, like Icarus for the sun. Indeed he can feel that she is all heat and soft, swollen wetness, enticing him to come further. It’s all he wants right now, to submerge himself in her and fuckall if he can’t quite reach her on those high stools. What the hell were his long damn legs and cock good for anyway? Desperate to get his dick wet with her, he rises onto his tiptoes. Tantalizingly, he gets as far as rubbing the tip of his cock against her wet lips. If only she would bend her knees, he could at least dip his head in. He tries pulling her hips lower, but the fucking leash!

Aya registers him standing but doesn't hear the chair scratch on the stone floor. His cock merely tickles her lips and he curses behind her. She strains against her collar towards him, wanting nothing more in this moment than to have him inside her.  

Austin’s chest rumbles with a snarl as he pushes her forward forcibly, slackening the leash in order to release the catch from the collar.  Freed, she sinks back deep, spreading wide, open and desperate for his penetration.

It’s pure hedonistic bliss when splits her to the hilt. She barely registers the ‘oh my god’ that rumbles in his chest. Her lungs empty with an ‘ahhhh’ and she vibrates, his big cock stretching her.  She almost tips over backwards into him in her eagerness to be fucked. His tip brushes against her g-spot.  

He undoes her wrists quickly and she is immediately moving up and down on his hard cock using the counter for leverage and balance.  Her moans sound otherworldly as she rides him. All he has to do is stand there, guiding her hips with his hands and flexing his glutes, jutting his cock towards her.  Her ass bouncing so fervently on his cock is possibly one of the most salacious things he’s ever witnessed. 

“Mmm hmmm,” he moans out. “That’s it Pet, ride that big cock,” his breath sucks in through his teeth. She feels so divine he can’t stop the words.  “Fuck that pretty red ass up and down ‘till you cum on me. Oh god you are too fucking hot,” he says, his brows furrowed. 

Her pitch rises, “I’m gonna… ohhh ohhhh! I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” Her fist pounds the hard marble. Her body tries to jerk away from him as she climaxes. His arms clamp like steel around her, forcing her back to him. 

“Oh no you don’t, get back here” he growls, fucking up into her. The sound of the slap of her ass against his hips a harmony of sorts with her continued vocalizations. 

“You’re- fucking- mine,” he barks as he thrusts into her with every word. On the last, he pushes so deep and hard, it makes her scream out the last of her orgasm as it hits her just right inside. 

Later she’ll swear she could feel it in her pancreas. 

He shakes with the effort of both restraining her thrashing, and not cumming himself. 

“That’s my girl,” he breathes, “such a good cockwhore.” He presses her up to her knees and off his cock when she finally starts to droop. 

She lays there shaking and whimpering for a long minute. Her mind gone in the pleasure. Then Austin’s hands are gently on her, pulling her down onto his lap on the dining chair. He hushes at her, holding her to him. She lets him, his possessive declarations dangle in the back of her mind, just beyond her reach. 

“Thank you Aus, that was… you were… wow.” she nuzzles into his shoulder, patting his chest with her hand.

“Oh sweet little Pet,” his voice still edged with dominance and amusement, “I’m not done with you yet, not by a long shot.”  

He takes her hand and presses it to his still hard cock, the tip peeking out from his waistband. She has no idea how he didn’t cum. 

A shaky ‘oh’ courses through her mouth. “Don’t worry Pet,  I’ll give that pussy a little break,” he glides his thumb over her bottom lip and chin. He tilts her head up, “Now what do you say?” 

What she had been expecting to see, she couldn’t articulate. What she found in those gorgeous damn eyes was a man unsated and unwilling to let her go until he was.

That look scares her just a little. Aya finds herself, without warning, poised on the edge of using her safeword. Oh, not for the physical aspect. No, she could slake his need, without a doubt. It's the swirling well of emotions that bubble up, threatening to break her carefully laid seal. As she looks into his exquisite face, she practically melts. His mannerisms; his surety of movement; his mastery of the paddle and her pussy; the way his voice plays at the edges of her sanity; it all adds up and she isn’t sure her heart can afford the sum. She waits for a heartbeat not breathing. 

Austin, watching her like a hawk, sees her vacillation. He isn’t sure why she is hesitating, or what caused the widening look in her eyes. His control has been on point so far, so he mentally braces himself for her safeword to come tumbling out of that beautiful mouth. Apparently though,  the memo got lost on the way to his cock. His hips thrust gently forward pushing his cock into her hand.

“Say it,” his hot breath is a whisper on her ear as he leans forward, “You have to tell me.”  

Her whole body lights up and pure hot desire courses through her. Her inner conflict soars.  She is usually a pro at making these difficult choices in both her professional and personal lives. But it’s never been this tempting to lay herself so bare, be so very open. 

Waiting for a response, Austin reaches out with the leash he’d pocketed while she was shaking on the counter. Thumb on the catch, he pushes it to the D-ring of the collar with a click. 

The sharp sound jerks her out of her trepidation.

Oh. The leash.  It suddenly strikes her that like what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, whatever she is feeling when the leash is on can stay with the leash. She can’t be responsible for the maelstrom,  it can’t possibly be her fault if she isn’t in charge. The feeling of release floods her. 

“Yes. Sir,” her answer comes out in a rushed breath, “I want-” 

Her thumb glides over his tip.  She turns her head into his hand, her eyes catching his. Her tongue sneaks out to lightly lick the pad of his thumb.

What she wants, she doesn't say, but the look she gives him as she lets her sentence dissipate tells him all he needs to know. He lets out a breath didn’t know he was holding and thoughts of her safeword disintegrate in his mind.  It isn’t until he feels the combination of the thumb gliding over his glans and her tongue on his digit that dark, devilish Austin roars forth. It threatens to rip his control to shreds.  Oh holy hell, they may both be in trouble now.