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The detailed admiration in the beginning is TOO ACCURATE omg

“‘That's exactly what I like to hear,’” “‘It makes me want to ruin you, in the worst way.’"

“‘I want to hear every dirty thought in that pretty little head,’”

COOL. I've got a whole catalogued list for you.

“‘His grin widens as he gestures toward the exit with a tilt of his chin.’”

EVEN THIS GOT ME, MAN 😭😭

New Fetish

Label Mature 18+

Summary Joining Austin at his latest premiere, you find yourself awestruck by him—so much so that it’s almost impossible to voice your thoughts. But Austin has a way of luring the words from you, reveling in the way you admire him and ends up wanting to hear your praises all night long.

❤️‍🔥 Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Austin in heeled boots fetish• praise kink• edging• gratification from fetish •the outfit stays on• lap sitting •P in V• nipple play • multiple orgasms •creampie  🔗Master List

Inspiration @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler 💕

New Fetish

The premiere is a dazzling event, the kind of high-glamour spectacle that creates an intoxicating energy. Austin steps onto the red carpet, his commanding presence immediately drawing every lens and gaze in the vicinity.

He looks breathtaking: the ribbed designer undershirt clinging perfectly to his toned frame, slacks tailored to perfection, and that long coat flowing elegantly to the ground. He looks almost otherworldly, like he was born to rule the night.

You stand on the sidelines, barely able to keep your composure. His piercing blue eyes scan the crowd, sharp and striking, locking onto cameras with a practiced intensity that sends a flutter through your chest.

The styled waves of his hair add a polished edge to his look, effortlessly complementing the sharp angles of his jaw and cheekbones. His subtle but deliberate movements—adjusting the coat, angling his body for the perfect shot—seem calculated to destroy anyone watching.

As he turns, the movement causes his coat to shift, exposing more of his toned chest in the ribbed undershirt. The fabric clings to the curves of his muscles, the faint silver chain resting just above his neckline, glinting faintly in the lights.

You try to focus on something else—anything else—but your gaze is drawn back like a magnet. Austin strikes another pose, his coat pulling open as he turns again, the slight shift revealing another tantalizing glimpse of his chest and collarbone. You bite your lip, a dangerous need beginning in your core. He looks like sin incarnate, and worse.. he knows it.

Later that evening, at the lavish hotel where the afterparty winds down, the atmosphere radiates exclusivity. The bar, with its sleek black marble countertops and gold accents, overlooks the dazzling London skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows. The intimate gathering is an exclusive event reserved for the cast, crew, and select special guests.

Austin stands at the bar, deep in conversation with Timothée Chalamet, their shared presence drawing every stray glance in the room. Without his coat, Austin looks even better—his Gucci ribbed designer undershirt clinging to his chest, stretched tightly around his toned shoulders.

Every subtle shift of his muscles as he gestures or lifts his glass to his lips is maddening, and you can’t help but notice how his high-waisted slacks hug his figure, accentuating his waist in a way that could only be described as slutty.

You try to focus on the expansive view, or the low scattered conversations around you, but your eyes betray you every single time, and as if on cue Austin glances over at you mid-conversation, his sharp gaze catching you in the act.

Your cheeks burn as you try to look away, but it’s too late. His lips curve into a faint smile, and he says something to Timothée before slinging his coat over his shoulder and heading your way.

Every step he takes is commanding, his presence owning the room effortlessly. He joins you as you pretend to admire the sweeping view of London through the massive windows. 

You can feel his attention entirely on you, his closeness making it impossible to focus as you catch the faintest hint of his cologne—a rich, intoxicating blend that makes your pulse race. 

He tilts his head slightly, his piercing gaze locking onto yours as you turn to him, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You’ve been quiet all night,” he reveals, his voice low and smooth, tinged with a teasing edge. His smirk lingers, brimming with playful amusement, but there’s a softness in his eyes that only you would notice. He knows exactly what he’s doing—and worse, he knows how much he affects you.

Your throat tightens, as you try to find your voice. “I’ve just been… taking it all in,” you manage, though it sounds unconvincing even to you.

He moves closer, his eyes studying your face savoring every expression. “Taking it all in?” he repeats, his gaze dipping briefly to your lips. “Is that what you call staring at me?”

Your face burns, the blush rising fast. “I-I wasn’t staring,” you stammer.

He lets out a low hum, his voice dropping to a velvety tone. “You’re not very good at hiding it.” He reveals coming in closer until you have to tilt your head up to meet his piercing gaze.

“I felt your eyes on me all night,” he confirms,his hand brushing lightly against your cheek.

You draw in a shaky breath, your heart pounding as you admire him. “You just… you just look so incredible tonight, Austin,” you confess, the words tumbling out barely above a whisper, but the sincerity is unmistakable.

His hand moves to your waist, pulling you possessively closer. “I love it when you talk like that,” he praises, his voice soft and tinged with affection as his piercing gaze holds yours. “Like I’m the only thing on your mind.”

“Because you are,” you say without thinking, the honesty in your voice makes his head tilt slightly, a playful grin tugging at his lips as his hand trails up your side.

“That’s exactly what I like to hear,” he says, his voice dropping lower, ��When you say things like that…” His thumb grazes your lower lip, the touch making your pulse race “It makes me want to ruin you, in the worst way.”

He tilts your chin with his fingers, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. His mouth warm and firm, the perfect blend of gentleness and command, moving against your lips with a teasing slowness that leaves you breathless. When he leans back, there’s a playful pull, his touch still lingering against your jawline.

“I want to hear every dirty thought in that pretty little head,” he whispers, his voice low and intoxicating, his words brushing against your lips like a promise.

“And I want to hear them now—in our hotel suite,” he confirms, his tone carrying a quiet authority that leaves no room for hesitation, his presence is overwhelming and impossible to resist.

You draw in a shaky breath, nodding, unable to form words as your heart pounds even harder from his closeness and the weight of his words.

His grin widens as he gestures toward the exit with a tilt of his chin. With his jacket effortlessly slung over his shoulder and his hand firmly on your waist, he guides you to the doors with a steady, possessive ease.

The elevator ride is silent at first, the ascent amplifying the charged tension between you. He leans back casually against the wall, his piercing gaze fixed on you, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. The cool blue lights of the elevator bathes you both, making the sharp lines of his face appear even more striking.

You stand closer, and he pulls you into him, his hand sliding to the curve of your back as his mouth crashes against yours. His kiss is consuming, firm yet teasing, leaving you breathless as his thumb gently strokes your waist.

You cling to him on your tip-toes, your hands clutching his shoulders as you kiss him back, your pulse racing. He’s impossibly beautiful like this, his features softened just enough by the intimacy, yet his control never falters. The way he holds you, commanding yet tender, makes your heart pound as the elevator opens on your floor.

He breaks the kiss, his gaze locking onto yours as he takes your hand. Without a word, he leads you out of the elevator, his movements confident his grip firm as he guides you down the hall toward your shared room.

As the door to your hotel suite clicks shut behind you, the room’s opulence fades into the background.

The soft lighting illuminates the sleek furnishings, but your focus is entirely on Austin.

He tosses his coat effortlessly over a nearby chair, his eyes softening as he reaches for your hand.

His fingers lace with yours, his touch warm, as he leads you gently across the room.

When he reaches the plush armchair positioned perfectly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, he pulls you closer resting his hands lightly on your waist.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver through you.

“I want to see to see all of you ” he says, his voice heavy with intent as his fingers trail down your back, finding the zipper of your dress.

Slowly, he begins to slide it down, his movements unhurried. The dress piles at your feet as you step out of it, now only in a delicate lingerie set and heels.

He leans back slightly, his eyes sweeping over you, his lips parting just enough to betray his awe as his gaze travels slowly, lingering on the delicate lace framing your breasts. Then his eyes lower to the curve of your hips accentuated by the soft lines of your panties tracing your skin.

“Take them off,” he orders, his voice low and steady as you follow his command.

Your hands move to the waistband of your panties, sliding them down slowly as his eyes track your every movement. The lace slips to the floor, leaving your lower half completely exposed under his watchful eyes. The way he bites his lip as he takes you in sends a thrill through you, his gaze heavy with unspoken desire.

He leans forward, his hands brushing over your the curve breasts before moving to the clasp of your bra. His touch is careful and unhurried as he unclasps it with practiced ease. He slips the straps down your shoulders his lips curling into a faint smirk as the lace drops, leaving you naked in only your heels.

The London skyline glitters behind him, a stunning backdrop to his sharp designer outfit and piercing blue eyes.

He lowers himself casually, sitting back on the plush arm chair. His long legs spread slightly as he rests one ankle over the opposite knee, exuding effortless dominance.

Your gaze drifts down, catching on his boots. sleek, polished leather with a heeled edge that adds to his commanding presence.

The subtle lift of his ankle, shows the heel with an elegance that is both striking and undeniably masculine, a perfect blend of poise and power that captivates you completely.

He notices your fascination, his sharp eyes catching the way your focus lingers. A knowing grin spreads across his lips “Do you like them?” he asks, his smooth tone making your pulse quicken as you nod.

“Come here,” he says softly, his voice low but laced with authority.

You immediately step closer, your heart pounding in your chest. His gaze never leaves yours, as he leans forward slightly.

He reaches for your hand, guiding you down until you straddle his heeled boot, the leather pressing against you in the most maddening way.

“Show me how much you like them” he says, his voice heavy with intent.

Your cheeks burn from his request, and the desire in his eyes makes you move without hesitation, slowly rocking against the ankle of his boot, the friction of the leather sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Good girl,” he encourages , watching you intently. You place your hands on his thighs and his hands move to the armrests, making no attempt to touch you.

His eyes instead flick to his ankle where your body moves against his heeled boot, his lips curling into a faint smile as he leans back slightly, watching you glide against the smooth leather with unrelenting focus. “That’s it —work for it,” he urges, his voice teasing and commanding all at once.

A soft moan escapes your lips as your movements become more desperate feeling the pressure builds against your clit.

His eyes watch every shift of your body as you revel in the maddening friction the thrill sending a rush of heat through your core.

The way he sits, calm and in control, his lips curving into a faint, knowing smirk, only heightens your shameless pleasure, the weight of his attention making you burn with desire and exhilaration.

Every sound you make, every subtle movement, is a silent exchange—He enjoys this—enjoys seeing you like this, so undone so willing, surrendering completely for him.

“Come for me” he requests, his voice deceptively soft, laced with wicked intent. His gaze is locked onto yours, his hands remaining on the armrests, giving you no relief.

You whimper, your hips grinding harder against the smooth leather of his boot, desperate for release.

He shifts his ankle, the movement deliberate, the slick leather catching your clit perfectly. A jolt of pleasure surges through you, pushing you over the brink, and you gasp, trembling under the pressure.

The tension inside you snaps then, a wave of pleasure crashing over you as you cry out, your body riding uncontrollably against the now slicked leather of his boot. His gaze remains fixed on you, possessive and filled with pride, as if every moment of your surrender is exactly what he wants.

You slump forward, breathless and trembling, and he catches your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze.

The atmosphere fills with raw tension as he leans back in his chair, his eyes locked on you, still straddling his heeled boot.

He shifts slightly, one hand moving to the zipper of his slacks. The sound cuts through the quiet room, impossibly loud in the tension-filled air. His piercing gaze never wavers as he frees his cock, thick and hard standing proudly in his lap.

A soft gasp escapes your lips at the sheer size of him.

“Look at it,” he commands, his voice low and authoritative, each word heavy with intent. “I want to hear every filthy thought in that beautiful head of yours.”

His cock is stunningly perfect, thick and hard, the head flushed a deep, tantalizing shade of pink. The veins trace along his shaft, emphasizing the raw, masculine beauty of a pretty cock, each detail almost too much to take in, the sheer size of it making your pulse quicken as your thighs clench instinctively.

“You’re… you’re perfect,” you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and desire. “So big, so—”

“Don’t stop,” he interrupts, uncrossing his legs making you rest on your knees as his fingers weave through your hair. His grip is steady and commanding as he guides your face to his cock.

You’re practically panting, your words tumbling out between shallow breaths. “You’re so gorgeous. So fucking beautiful. I can’t believe you’re real.”

His lips curl into a wicked grin, his hand gripping your hair with a possessiveness that makes you weak. “Good girl,” he rasps, his tone rough and approving. “Show me how much you want it.”

He presses your face down gently, your lips grazing the heated tip of his cock before slowly taking him all the way in to your mouth. He groans softly, the sound low and raw, reverberating through your entire body making your heart race.

“Just like that,” he encourages, his voice strained but still in control, each word sending a thrill down your spine. His free hand trails along your jaw, his fingers brushing your skin with surprising tenderness in contrast to the intensity in which he guides your head up and down on his cock.

“You’re —…doing so well for me,” he praises, his voice needy and deep, spurring you on as your pace quickens on his cock gliding in and out of your mouth.

He groans again, his thumb brushing over your cheek as his head tilts back, his jaw tight. “So good,” he breathes, his voice trembling with awe and restraint.

The vibration of your moans against him send a shudder through his body as his hand tangles in your hair tigher.

He pulls you off slowly, his cock hard and slick, the evidence of his arousal making your core clench with anticipation. His chest rises and falls as he bites his lip, his muscles taut with control. His piercing gaze finds yours again, the command in his eyes unmistakable.

“Climb on top of me,” he demands, his voice low and ragged, a primal need laced in his tone.

You obey, your knees on either side of his hips as you straddle his lap, your hands resting on his shoulders for balance.

His head dips forward slightly, his lip caught between his teeth as his hands grip your thighs and he lines himself up. With a deliberate push, he thrusts inside your slickness as he guides you down on him.

You moan as his cock spreads you wide, and his head falls his back with a commanding ease as his hands pull you down onto him. He pushes into you inch by inch until your bodies are fully pressed together.

The sensation is intoxicating, the sharp edge of pain dissolving into an overwhelming pleasure that takes your breath away.

“You feel that?” he pants, his voice rough and dripping with desire as he nudges the tip of his cock to the deepest part of you

“Im so hard for you.” He breathes his hands trailing up your sides slowly, almost reverently. “Tell me,” he pants, his voice strained with pleasure. “…-What you’ve been thinking about me all night. I want to hear every word.”

“Y-you’re incredible,” you stammer, your voice trembling as his grip on your waist tightens, urging you to move. “So gorgeous, so perfect, I—”

“Go on,” he urges his hands guiding your movements up and down, making you feel every inch of him. “I want to hear it all. Every thought, every feeling.” He pants.

“You’re everything,” you gasp, your head tipping back as the sensation consumes you. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Austin. I can’t get enough.”

His hand slides up your back, his fingers pressing between your shoulder blades as he pulls you closer, his lips grazing your neck. “Say your mine ,” he breathes his voice possessive.

“I’m yours,” you whimper, clutching at his shoulders as your body trembles.

“Good girl,” he praises, his voice low and rough. His lips trail along the swell of your breasts before closing around your nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak.

The wet heat of his mouth makes your back arch, a soft cry escaping your lips as the sensation sends shockwaves through your body.

He sucks harder, his tongue swirling in deliberate, teasing motions that make your thighs tremble. The way his hips meet yours, driving his cock deeper with each thrust, only intensifying the overwhelming pleasure.

Your body reacts instinctively, clenching tightly around him as his teeth graze lightly against your nipple, sending you spiraling over the edge. A loud, unrestrained moan escapes your lips as your orgasm crashes through you, your walls fluttering around his cock with uncontrollable force.

He groans against your breast, the vibration of his voice only heightening the sensation, his hips pressing harder as he rides out your climax, never breaking the perfect rhythm that keeps you trembling in his arms.

His head falls back, as he begins to climax his lips parting as his chest heaves with labored breaths.

His flushed face and soft breaths are a picture of raw ecstasy, every strained gasp highlighting the intensity of his pleasure.

As his release overtakes him, he groans low and raw, the sound reverberating through your entire body.

You feel the throbbing of his cock deep inside you as it pulses, his length twitching as hot streams spill into you, the heat and rhythm sending shivers up your spine.

The sight of him utterly undone, consumed by pleasure pushes you over the edge all over again.

A cry escapes your lips as your body clenches around him, trembling with a third release that leaves you breathless.

You can’t tear your eyes away from him, the flush of his cheeks, the way his hands grip your waist, holding you tightly he could never get enough of you.

You love seeing him like this—vulnerable in pleasure, the raw intensity of his climax a testament to how deeply he needs you. The shared ecstasy lingers, leaving both of you panting and utterly consumed by each other.

You lay against him, your hands wrapped around his shoulder as he pants against your neck, his breath warm and uneven. Your bodies remain locked together as the city lights glitter behind you, casting a soft glow over the room.

His lips brush against your collarbone, soft and lingering, as he murmurs, “You’re everything I’ll ever need.”

A smile spreads across your face, warmth blooming in your chest as you press a gentle kiss to the top of his head, your fingers threading through his hair as you whisper, “And you’re everything I’ll ever want.”

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[feralgodmothers]

I may not have much energy and motivation for my own life, but for AUSTIN?

Just call me Captain America ykwim?

Passenger Princess

Label Mature 18+

Summary With a small break in his hectic schedule Austin wants to clear his head with you on the open road.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Austin wanting a quick get away • Austin wanting to spend time with you • being Austin’s Passenger Princess •rewarding Austin w a new experience • BJ while driving •cum eating •sex in a car• simultaneous orgasms• cream pie

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*Inspo via @ughdontbeboring @feralgodmothers

Passenger Princess

The wind rushes through your hair as Austin’s white Porsche 356 A 1600 Speedster zips effortlessly down the freeway. The low hum of the engine blends with Blue Moon by Elvis Presley—one of Austin’s favorites—as it plays through the speakers.

You lean back in your seat, glancing over at him, and he’s effortlessly beautiful, every bit the image of a Lana Del Rey song come to life.

His sandy blonde hair is tousled perfectly by the wind, his Jacques Marie Mage shades reflecting the sunlight, hiding his gorgeous blue eyes you know so well.

He’s wearing a white tee and blue jeans, understated but undeniably sexy, his hands gripping the wheel with practiced ease.

“This is exactly what I needed,” Austin says, his voice cutting through the music. “Just the open road, no schedule, no cameras… just us.” His fingers trail lightly over the steering wheel as he glances your way with a small, satisfied grin. “An hour out of L.A. feels like another world, doesn’t it?”

You nod, smiling as the wind whips around you. “It does. You’ve been working non-stop, Austin,” you admit, gazing over at him.

He sighs, his shoulders relaxing as he leans back into his seat. “It’s been a whirlwind up until last week, and I still have meetings about my next projects when we get back. Feels like my head’s constantly spinning,” he confesses, giving you a side glance. “This—this is the first time in a while I’ve been able to just breathe.”

“I know,” you say softly, reaching over to brush your hand against his arm. “I can tell how much you love what you do.”

He gives your hand a quick squeeze before returning his focus to the road. The highway starts to clear, the cars thinning out as the sprawling desert landscape unfolds around you.

The vast, golden horizon stretches endlessly, dotted with rugged hills and the occasional cluster of cacti. As the miles roll by the fuel gauge dips and Austin pulls into a remote gas station.

As he steps out to fill the tank, a gust of wind lifts his shirt slightly, revealing a glimpse of his toned abs.

He catches you staring and flashes a playful grin, walking over to your side of the car. Leaning in, he gently lifts your chin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“I’m going to grab us some snacks,” he says, his voice low and easy before heading toward the small store attached to the station.

You watch him walk inside, your eyes lingering on the way his jeans sway with his frame.

A few minutes later, he returns to the car, placing a bag onto your lap with a familiar smirk tugging at his lips. “Thought you might like these,” he says, his voice warm and teasing.

You peek inside, finding a few of your favorite snacks and bottles of water. The simple gesture making you smile with affection.

“You know me so well,” you tease, tearing open a bag and putting a piece of candy into your mouth, savoring the taste and the way he watches you with quiet satisfaction.

He grins, twisting the cap off a water bottle before starting the engine easing the vehicle back onto the open road. 

With the steady hum of the engine beneath you and the endless stretch of highway bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun—it’s all so effortless, so perfectly in tune.

His hand drifts from the wheel, fingers brushing over yours before lacing them together and when he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your knuckles, you feel it everywhere.

“Thanks for coming with me,” he says softly, his voice rich with sincerity.

Your heart flutters, your grip on his hand tightening. “Thanks for having me ” you reply, your voice a gentle confession.

He smiles, eyes flickering to you briefly before returning to the road. His thumb moves in slow, lazy circles against your skin, and the way his hand fits with yours feels like something you were always meant to hold onto.

“You know,” he starts, his gaze fixed on the horizon ahead, “a few years ago, I used to dream about getting in a car like this and just driving forever. No map, no destination… just the road.” His voice dips lower, tinged with a nostalgia “Guess I’m living that dream now.”

The sunlight catches in his hair, accentuating the natural waves and the way it curls slightly at the ends.

He looks impossibly good like this—relaxed, focused, the quiet hum of the road framing him perfectly.

Your gaze drifts down to his lap, then back up to the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath his shirt and you can hardly focus on what he’s saying anymore—you just want him.

“You just dreamed of driving in a car like this?” you ask, letting your hand slip slowly over his thigh.

He glances at you, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Yeah… I mean, maybe racing it really fast too.” He grins, his voice teasing, but there’s something else in his tone now—something darker, more knowing.

You tilt your head, fingers trailing over his knuckles, your touch featherlight. “What about having a blowjob while driving it?” you counter, your voice laced with a challenge.

Austin’s breath hitches for a split second, and you see it—the way his knuckles tighten on the wheel, the sharp flicker of want in his expression as he glances at you, then back to the road. 

Your heart pounds knowing what you want and without hesitation you unbuckle your seatbelt and slowly slide down beneath the dash. 

The engine purrs loudly around you, as you settle on his lap. Your fingers move to his tack button, tugging it open and lowering his zipper. Austin exhales slowly, his hand resting on the back of your neck.

“Baby …you’re so bad,” he says his voice hoarse, his tone laced with arousal as he speaks above you.

But there’s no resistance only encouragement as he relaxes into the seat, spreading his legs wider to give you better access.

He watches you intermittently, his fingers threading through your hair as you ease him out, the weight of his cock thick and hot in your hand.

You stroke him slowly at first, letting your tongue flick against the sensitive tip, savoring the way his thigh tenses beneath your palm.

Austin’s lips part, a sharp inhale escaping him as his grip tightens just slightly in your hair.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his voice strained but filled with so much need it makes your pulse race.

Encouraged, you take him deeper, feeling him throb against your tongue. 

His hips lift involuntarily as his other hand grips the wheel tighter.

The car stays steady, but you can see the concentration in his expression—the way his brows knit together as he fights to focus on the road while you work him with practiced ease.

He groans, his voice thick with praise, his thumb stroking the side of your face as you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper. 

Your own arousal grows, your free hand slipping between your legs, fingers pressing against the aching heat there as you whimper around him.

His body reacts instinctively, his cock pulsing in your mouth, his breathing ragged. “It’s so good,” he moans, his hips pushing up gently, matching the rhythm of your movements. 

You can hear how close he is, the subtle tremble in his voice, the way his thighs tense beneath your touch.

Your pace quickens, and he groans deeply, his hand flexing against the wheel as his body betrays him—hips lifting in perfect sync with your eager mouth. 

“Y-you’re gonna make me…come” he gasps, and you feel it—the twitch of his cock, the way his thighs flex harder, his stomach tightening as he loses control.

His soft, breathy moans fill the space around you as he spills into your mouth, his release warm and sudden. 

He groans your name, the sound reverent, his head falling back against the seat as his grip loosens in your hair.

You swallow hard, savoring the taste of him as you slowly pull back, your lips swollen as your eyes flick up to meet his. 

Austin’s hand slips to your cheek, his thumb brushing over your flushed skin.

“That was incredible,” he praises, his voice low and filled with undeniable affection.

You grin, pressing a kiss to his stomach as you tuck him away, slipping back into your seat and fastening your seatbelt like nothing happened. 

He watches you in amused disbelief before reaching over to squeeze your thigh, his touch lingering.

“You’re unbelievable,” he mutters, his voice full of wonder.

You simply smile, leaning your head back against the seat, feeling the buzz of satisfaction still coursing through you as the car speeds down the empty road, the world outside feeling far less important than the heat between you.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the music shifting through tunes as the soft hum of the engine blends seamlessly with the peaceful atmosphere of the open road.

“This place we’re heading to is supposed to be amazing. Quiet, tucked away… I think you’ll love it,” he says as he takes your hand in his.

You smile, leaning your head back to take in the view. “I’m sure it’s perfect,” you say, squeezing his hand gently as the Porsche glides down the highway.

The sun begins to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the sprawling desert, the horizon glowing like fire as you approach the small, exclusive town where your vacation house awaits.

As Austin glances over at you, a playful smirk tugs at his lips. “You hungry?” he teases, steering the car off the freeway and into an In-N-Out Burger drive thru.

You laugh, your heart warming at the way he always knows exactly what you want.

“You know I’m not saying no to this,” you reply, leaning back and watching him with adoration as he places the order.

When he hands you the bag of food and drinks before pulling back onto the road, you can’t help but grin at the familiar smell of the In-N-Our burgers filling the car.

He pulls off onto a quiet, remote hillside just on the edge of town, parking in a spot with a perfect view of the sunset.

You sit together in the Porsche, the golden light filtering through the windows as you dig into the food. Austin bites into his burger, letting out a low hum of satisfaction. “Mmm I used to love this. It used to feel like such a treat, you know?”

You smile, taking a bite of a fry. “Does it still taste the same?” you ask, your voice soft.

He glances over at you, a nostalgic look in his eyes as he swallows. “Yeah, it does,” he says, smiling warmly. “Maybe even better now.”

After finishing the meal, you wipe your hands on a napkin and wash everything down with a drink of soda, then lean back into your seat, letting the serenity of the moment wash over you.

The way Austin’s looking at you makes your heart swell with gratitude, and you reach out to brush your fingers along his arm.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Austin’s smile softens as he leans closer. “Come here,” he murmurs, his hands finding your waist as he gently guides you to climb onto his lap.

You settle on him, your knees on either side of his thighs, and as you stare into his eyes the fading sunlight makes them glow like the sea.

“You know what else I’ve wanted to do in a car like this?” he asks, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone.

You grin, your heart racing as his hands slide up your sides. “What else?” you whisper, tilting your head slightly as his lips brush against your neck.

“You,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice laced with affection. His hands grip your hips, holding you firmly as you press closer to him.

You love him so deeply in this moment that it’s written all over your face and he leans in pressing his lips to yours.

His kiss is slow and passionate, his mouth moving against yours in a way that sends a spark of heat rushing through you.

It’s the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless, igniting a familiar ache deep inside you as your hands gently cup his face, pulling him closer wanting even more.

He shifts slightly, his hands working to pull his jeans down just enough to free himself, and you feel the heat of him pressing against your stomach.

Your breath catches as you lift yourself slightly, pulling your panties to the side and allowing him to guide you down on his hard cock in one steady motion.

You moan as you finally settle on the base, and his head tilts back with a low groan of satisfaction as his hands tighten on your waist.

You kiss him along his jawline, trailing soft, adoring your lips up to his ear as you start to move, rocking slowly at first, savoring the way he fills you completely.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion as his hips push up to meet your movements. His hands guide you, matching your rhythm as his breath becomes heavier, the tension in his body rising.

“Baby… you feel so good,” he whispers , his voice breaking slightly as the pleasure builds. His lips find yours, kissing you deeply as you pick up your pace, his hands gripping you tighter.

You can feel the way his body begins to tense, the slight hitch in his breath every time you roll your hips against him.

You sink down on him faster and his hands guide your movements deeper as you feel his cock pressing the perfect spot inside over and over again.

As the pleasure spirals higher, you both lose yourselves in the moment, his soft praises and your quiet moans filling the car.

When you finally reach your peak together his grip on you tightens and his mouth falls open in a guttural moan as he spills into you. The intensity of your release leaves you trembling in his arms, your forehead pressed to his as you catch your breath.

“I love you,” he whispers, his hands sliding up to cup your face as he presses soft, lingering kisses to your lips. “More than anything.”

“I love you too.” you smile, your heart full, as you rest your head against his shoulder, the warmth of him grounding you as the sun sets over the horizon, painting the sky in soft pinks and golds.

Carefully, you slide off his lap and back into your seat, buckling in as he adjusts his jeans with a satisfied grin.

The engine roars to life, the familiar hum filling the air as he shifts into gear and pulls back onto the road.

You lean your head back, gazing up at the stars beginning to twinkle above, a soft smile on your face.

Reaching over, you squeeze his hand, and he intertwines his fingers with yours as the Porsche glides effortlessly down the highway, the air cooling with the onset of night.

As he rolls up and parks just in front of the vacation home, he cuts the engine, and for a moment, the two of you sit there in the stillness as the night wraps around you.

You glance over at him, his profile softly illuminated by the glow of the porch lights, and you can’t help but think that in this moment—just the two of you, being on the open road, and satisfying each other endlessly—is everything you needed, too.

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I was going to comment on how amused I was that we made him watch Elvis, but then I reached the smut and that blew everything else out of the water.

IT WAS JUST AS SWEET AS IT WAS HOT OMG I WANT IT

Birthday Girl

Label Mature 18+

Summary Celebrating your birthday with Austin is like a dream, especially when your wish comes true. 🔗 Masterlist

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Affectionate Austin •doting boyfriend •romantic birthday • first time •inexperienced reader• teasing •edging •talks you through it •fingering •squirting • clit play• mating press• just the tip• size training• size kink •Deep P in V• Austin can’t hold back• overstimulation •orgasms• creampie•aftercare

Dedicated to all the Birthday Girls

Birthday Girl

The city hums beneath you, lights blinking like stars against the skyline, the rhythmic pulse of New York alive in the distance.

It’s your birthday, but you’re far from home, away from family, away from the usual traditions. Except, this year, you have Austin.

And he makes all the difference.

He’s kept you close all day, his warmth a tether, the solid weight of his arm around your shoulders every time you step out into the cold.

You follow him through the streets, trusting him completely, because he always knows better—knows more. And you like that about him.

After a while, the crisp air and city lights blur into something cozy, something intimate. The towering buildings and bustling sidewalks don’t feel as overwhelming when you’re with him.

He leads you through the streets like he’s been here a hundred times before , his hand warm around yours, thumb stroking absentmindedly against your skin.

“We’re almost there,” he says, squeezing your hand gently.

“Where?” you ask, looking up at him, but he just smirks, that lazy, knowing look that makes your stomach flutter.

“You’ll see.”

A few minutes later, you arrive at a sleek modern restaurant, the kind of place that looks unassuming from the outside but is impossible to get a reservation for.

Austin holds the door open for you, guiding you inside with a hand on your back.

The lighting is soft, warm, the scent of fresh bread and rich sauces filling the air. It’s intimate, quieter than the bustling city outside, and you realize immediately—this isn’t just dinner.

He had to plan weeks ahead for this.

The waiter greets him with familiarity, and effortlessly leads you both to a private table.

“Austin,” you murmur, looking around. “You got us into Polo Club?”

He grins placing a hand on your back “I wanted to take you somewhere special,” he says smoothly, guiding you toward a table near the window. “You deserve it.”

You sit down, glancing at him, your heart swelling at the thoughtfulness of it all. “How did you—?”

“I know a guy,” he teases, flashing a smirk “Besides, it’s your birthday. I wasn’t gonna take you just anywhere.”

Your cheeks heat as you grin, a warmth spreading through you from the way he always makes you feel like you always matter.

Dinner is perfect, the kind of meal that makes you want to take your time, savor every bite. And Austin watches you the whole time, a small, satisfied smile on his lips every time you make a pleased noise over the food.

After dinner, you step outside, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth of the restaurant. Austin doesn’t let you go for even a second, his hand sliding into yours, pulling you close.

“Come with me,” he says, steering you toward a quiet street lined with boutique shops, their window displays glowing softly.

“Austin, where are we going?” you ask, laughing softly as he tugs you forward.

“You’ll see,” he says again, flashing that grin that always makes you weak.

A few moments later, he stops in front of a jewelry store, its display filled with delicate necklaces and rings that sparkle under the soft light.

“Austin,” you whisper, your heart already pounding.

He guides you inside, his hand resting on your lower back as he nods toward the glass case. “Pick one,” he says simply.

You blink up at him. “What?”

“For your birthday,” he says, dipping his head close. “Something to remember tonight. Something that stays with you always.”

Your throat tightens, emotions tangling together too fast to sort through. You don’t know what to say, don’t know how to tell him that just being here with him already means more than anything else.

But when he nudges you toward a glass case glittering with designer jewelry you let yourself look.

And when you finally choose the perfect one—it’s a delicate gold necklace with a small, shimmering teardrop diamond pendant—he takes it from your hands before you can even think about putting it back.

“Austin!”—

“No arguments,” he counters, brushing a kiss against your temple as he fastens the chain around your neck. “It looks perfect on you.”

Your fingers ghost over the pendant, your heart too full to speak.

So instead, you reach for his hand, squeezing it, letting the warmth between you say everything you can’t.

Later back in his apartment, you stand impatiently in the middle of the dimly lit kitchen with Austins hands gently covering your eyes.

“No peeking,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear.

You shift on your feet, excitement fluttering low in your stomach. “Austin,” you whine playfully. “How much longer?”

He chuckles, the sound deep and rich. “Patience, sweetheart.” His hands lift, revealing the surprise in front of you.

A small, beautifully decorated cake sits on the counter top, candles flickering gently, casting soft shadows on the walls. The scent of vanilla and buttercream fills the air, and for a moment, your throat tightens.

Being away from your family on your birthday has felt strange, lonely even. But this… this makes it all better.

Your chest swells with something warm as you turn to look at him. “You got me a cake?”

“Of course I did,” he says, nudging you toward it. “Make a wish.”

You glance at him, then at the candles, then back to him. “I think I already have everything I want.”

His expression softens, his fingers brushing over your waist. “Surprise me.” He smiles.

You bite your lip, closing your eyes for a moment before exhaling softly, blowing out the candles. When you open them again, Austin is already watching you, his lazy, knowing smile playing at his lips.

You spend the next hour on the couch, FaceTiming your family, reassuring them that yes, you’re eating well, and yes, you miss them and you’ll celebrate when your home next week.

Austin sits beside you, his arm draped over the back of the couch, listening quietly as you laugh with them, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles against your shoulder.

When you finally hang up, he stretches, looking at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Alright, birthday girl. What movie do you want to watch tonight?”

You hesitate for a moment, then grin. “Elvis.”

Austin grins rolling his eyes “You want to watch me while being with me” he drawls, leaning in slightly to rub his nose against yours.

You nod, your smile widening and he kisses your forehead before grabbing the remote. “Elvis it is birthday girl.” He says.

The movie plays, but your focus drifts. You’re curled against him, your legs across his lap, his arm around your shoulder, his body warm beside you.

His fingers move absentmindedly, trailing over your thigh, up and down in slow, lazy motions.

At first, it’s comforting. Innocent.

But then you change it.

Your fingers move over his, guiding his hand higher, until his fingertips graze the hem of your pajama shorts in slow, lazy strokes.

He doesn’t pull away, and you don’t stop him.

You like the way he toys with you, his fingers dipping just beneath the fabric before retreating, teasing, testing.

His touch is slow,intentional , like he’s waiting for you to react, waiting to see if you’ll push him away.

But you won’t.

Because you like it—how natural it feels, how he moves like this is second nature, like he already knows exactly how to make you want more without even trying.

His fingertips trail down the middle seam of your shorts, slow and teasing, before his palm spreads possessively between your thighs, feeling the heat radiating from you.

The pressure alone makes you tense, anticipation rising deep in your stomach.

Your breath hitches as he squeezes gently, his palm pressing firmly against the warmth between your legs. His eyes are fixed on you now, dark and unreadable, watching every little reaction to the way your body responds to him.

Then, without hesitation, his fingers slip into your shorts, grazing over the damp fabric of your panties.

He moves with ease fingers softly pinching your lower lips, squeezing them together tightly before slowly spreading them apart, the movement leaving you helplessly trembling beneath him.

A shiver rolls through you, your breath catching in your throat as he strokes along your center seam, up and down, his touch maddeningly slow. He keeps his movements lazy, unhurried, the friction making your panties grow wetter with every passing second.

“Do you like when I play with you like this baby?” He asks rubbing his fingers in slow teasing strokes, feeling how easily you react to him, his smirk deepening when you whimper.

“Ah-huh” you nod your breathing growing heavier, uneven, as he continues his teasing exploration.

His fingers move slowly, pressing in against your little nub flicking it just enough to make your thighs tense, a soft whimper escaping before you can stop it.

Every squeeze, every slow glide of his fingers has your thighs parting slightly wider wanting even more, until finally he slips his fingers beneath the band of your panties.

His fingers glide along your soft skin and that’s when his they slip through your incredible slickness and he lets out a low breath.

“Baby,” he murmurs as he lifts his hand revealing the wetness coating his fingers. “You’re completely soaked.”

Your cheeks burn, your lips parting, but you can’t find words your body feels overheated, aching with anticipation.

The two of you had talked about this—his patience had been endless, never pushing, always letting you set the pace.

You’d never gone through with giving yourself to him, but tonight, something feels different.

Your stomach flutters, nerves mixing with the ache that’s been steadily growing inside you.

“How about for my birthday…” you pant, your voice slightly shaky. “We go all the way.”

Austin hums, his fingers tracing slow circles along your inner thigh, “Was that your birthday wish?” he grins, his voice thick with something both tender and knowing.

It was exactly your wish.

Your grin widens, cheeks burning red.

“Wishes really do come true then,” he teases, his lips curving into a smirk.

His eyes darken slightly as he watches you, his hand still resting between your legs. “You sure about this, baby?”

You swallow hard, nodding again. “I’ve never been more sure.”

Austin exhales slowly, his fingers trailing higher, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties again, his touch more confident now.

“I’ll make it good for you,” he says, his voice laced with promise. “Your first time has to feel like a dream.”

He pulls down your shorts and your panties cling to your wetness his breath catching, seeing your inner thighs soaked with arousal.

“Fuck, you’re already dripping for me baby,” he praises, his voice rough with need.

His fingers glide through your slickness, spreading it deliberately, teasing, making sure you feel every slow stroke before pushing them inside, deep and purposeful.

The sensation is overwhelming—a rush of pleasure that makes your body move instinctively, shifting toward him, chasing the feeling.

Your breath stutters as he curls his fingers just right, pressing against a spot that makes your thighs tremble.

His other hand presses against your stomach, holding you down gently as he moves his fingers in slow, teasing strokes, dragging them out before pushing back in, pressing against that sensitive spot inside that makes your walls spasm.

Your lower lip tugs between your teeth, your fingers clutching onto his arm, his pace unwavering, steady, patient, intentional.

His voice is a low promise as he guides you you through it. “We’re getting you ready for me.” He says his fingers curling, stroking deeper, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the quiet space between you.

He watches every reaction, his blue eyes flicking between your parted lips, the way your body squirms beneath him, the way your breath catches every time he hits that spot inside just right.

“Your gripping my fingers so tight,” he groans softly, his voice thick with admiration. “You don’t even realize how good you’re gonna feel on me do you?”

You shake your head, dizzy from the pleasure, from the way his fingers plunge deeper, pressing against the spot that makes you quiver.

The heat inside you coils tighter, your body arching, searching, needing more.

Austin watches you unravel, his fingers working you open, his voice coaxing, guiding. “Let me see you come,” he whispers, his thumb pressing against your clit, circling with just enough pressure to send you tumbling over the edge.

A strangled moan escapes your lips as the pleasure crashes through you, your body tensing, locking up before falling apart.

Your release floods over his fingers, your legs shaking uncontrollably as he works you through it, letting you ride the high until you can’t take anymore.

“So beautiful” he breathes, his fingers slowing as he pulls them away.

Still dazed, you barely register when he takes your wrist, guiding your hand to his lap, letting you feel just how hard his cock is beneath his sweatpants.

“You ready for this?” he asks, his voice gentle, patient.

You nod without thinking, your breath still coming in shallow, uneven pants.

“More than anything,” you whisper.

Your heart pounds as he shifts, positioning you against the couch, his hands guiding your legs wide apart, his touch firm but careful. His voice is low, patient, heavy with something unreadable as he watches you.

“It’s gonna feel intense,” he warns, his fingers stroking slow, soothing circles along your clit. “But I’ll make it fit.”

You nod, your breaths becoming uneven, your chest rising and falling too quickly.

Austin hums, his hands trailing up, gripping just under your knees as he pulls you open wider. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry, baby,” he promises.

He lowers the front of his sweats, and you can’t look away. His cock looks big—too big—too heavy, the tip larger than you can expected . But then his hands return to the backs of your thighs, grounding you, making you refocus on him.

“You’re shaking,” he observes, his tone gentle. “Are you nervous?”

You nod, lips parting, but no words come out

“Don’t be nervous,” he says his thumbs stroking your thigh. “Just let me make you feel good”

You swallow hard, nodding, and when you reach for him he doesn’t hesitate—his body lowers over yours, his warmth surrounding you, his lips meeting yours in a slow, lingering kiss.

His hands stay firm on your thighs, holding you open for him, steadying you, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

The blunt head of his cock presses against you, not pushing in yet, just there, just testing. The pressure alone makes you shiver, your breath catching in your throat, your thighs instinctively tensing before his hands squeeze them in reassurance.

Your stomach tightens, anticipation and nerves winding through you as your heart hammers in your chest.

His thumb finds your clit, pressing lightly at first, circling, teasing. The sensation makes your thighs tense, a soft whimper escaping before you can stop it.

He hums in satisfaction, his other hand gripping the back of your thigh, holding you open for him.

His thumb flicks your clit, lightly , before growing firmer, bolder, your hips twitching as your body reacts instinctively, but he holds you in firmly place.

You whimper, your head falling back against the cushions, your breath coming in short, shaky gasps as his cockhead presses against you repeatedly teasing, feeling the way your tiny hole clenches, trying to suck him in.

Austin groans softly, his hands gripping your thighs, keeping you spread open for him as he watches you struggle beneath him, your body betraying just how badly you need him.

“You ready for me, baby?” he asks, his voice low, thick with restraint.

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice barely there, but the need in it is unmistakable.

His fingers retighten against your thighs, his breath coming heavier as he slides himself against your slick entrance, dragging his cock through your wetness before pressing the tip in your entrance .

He groans, his head falling forward for a moment, his restraint hanging by a thread. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.” He rasps.

His hands grip firmer as he watches you squirm, just from the tip inside your already wrecked, the desperate look on your face making his jaw clench.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispers , his voice soft, but his eyes darken with intent. “I promise.”

And then, finally, he begins to push inside.

He’s slow at first, gliding his cock into you, letting you adjust to the feel of him. The pressure alone makes you tense, your walls instinctively fluttering around nothing, already anticipating something so much bigger.

Then he starts to push in deep.

A choked off whimper escapes you as your body clenches around him repeatedly, resisting and gripping him like you’re trying to keep him out and pull him in at the same time. His fingers dig into your thighs as he exhales sharply, his whole body shuddering from the sheer tightness of you wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice strained, his jaw clenching as he tries to go slow, tries to pace himself. “You’re—fuck, baby—you’re squeezing me so tight.”

Your body tenses harder as he feeds himself into you inch by inch, your mind going blank, overwhelmed by the way he stretches you.

He feels impossibly thick, your walls resisting every single movement as he forces himself deeper.

His breathing turns rough, ragged, his hands moving to your hips fighting every instinct not to slam into you all at once.

His body trembles, his muscles going tight as he grits his teeth, but it’s useless—he’s too deep, too lost in how impossibly good you feel.

“Baby, I can’t—” His voice breaks, his head dropping against your shoulder and his hips jerk forward, deeper, harder.

He loses it completely, any restraint shattered as your tight little hole quivers clenching around him like a vice, dragging him in, keeping him there.

“Fuck,” he chokes out, the sound more a desperate groan than a word. “You feel…” He doesn’t even finish.

He just shudders, gripping you like you’re the only thing anchoring him, his entire body strung so tight he might snap.

Your eyes are wide and pleading, struggling against his thrusts, your hands gripping at his arms, but he’s everywhere at once—his heat, his weight, the sheer pressure of him filling you too fast, too deep.

Your mind blanks, as sharp, unrestrained moans rip from your throat.

Austin’s grip tightens, his forehead pressing against yours hearing you in pain, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he forces himself to still.

“Shit—baby, I—” He swallows hard, voice thick with strain as he cups your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “I’m sorry. —I lost it, I went to hard,” He pants.

Your chest rises and falls rapidly, your fingers trembling where they clutch him.

He presses a soft, grounding kiss to your jaw, his voice gentler now, soothing. “I’ll slow down, I swear,” he promises, his hands sliding down to hold you steady. “Just let me make it better.”

You nod slowly, your breath still shaky, your body tensing in spasms beneath him.

Austin watches you carefully, his blue eyes dark but filled with something softer now, something reverent. His hands smooth down your sides, grounding you, coaxing you to relax beneath him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then another against your cheek. “I’ve got you. Just breathe.”

He moves slower this time, his hips rolling in small, measured thrusts, letting you feel every inch of him without overwhelming you. His hands grip your thighs, fingers spreading against your heated skin as he angles himself, his thick cock pressing into you with care.

The stretch is still there, still intense, but the sharpness of it fades, replaced by something deeper, something that sends a slow, building heat rising in your stomach.

Austin groans softly, feeling the way your body starts to respond, the way your walls flutter around him as you finally adjust to his size.

He rolls his hips again, dragging himself almost completely out before pressing back in, the movement intentional, slow, drawing pleasure out of every inch of you.

“You’re opening up for me,” he breathes, watching the way your body takes him now, how the resistance turns into a tight, slick grip around him instead of something unyielding.

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that make your thighs twitch. “It feels good doesn’t it baby” he says, and you nod feeling hazy as you look at him.

The pleasure builds slowly, replacing every last bit of discomfort. Your body starts to move on instinct, tilting up into him, chasing the feeling. The next time he pushes in, a soft moan spills from your lips, unrestrained, pure, and Austin catches it with his mouth, swallowing the sound in a deep, lazy kiss.

You kiss him back desperately, moaning against his lips as pleasure fully replaces the pain, wrapping your legs around his back to pull him deeper. He groans into your mouth at the feeling, his hips pressing flush against you now, his control barely hanging on.

“You love it?” he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper against your lips.

You nod quickly, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him down into another kiss, your body fully giving into him now, wanting nothing more than to feel him completely.

Austin groans against your mouth before pulling back, his breath heavy, his hands sliding behind your thighs.

His grip is strong as he lifts your legs higher, folding you beneath him, holding you open like he’s never going to let you close again.

“So perfect” he praises, his voice thick, nearly broken as he watches your body completely yield to him. “Let me in deep, baby.”

He drags his cock out slowly, the loss making you whimper, your walls clenching down around nothing. But before you can beg him, he plunges back in, his hips slamming back against you, the force sending a sharp, dizzying pleasure up your spine.

Then it hits—your orgasm sharp, overwhelming, crashing through you like a tidal wave. Your body tightens impossibly around him, the pleasure so intense it feels like you’re being torn apart in the best way.

A desperate, broken moan spills from your lips as your release surges through you, soaking everything between you, drenching his thighs, where your bodies are locked together.

Austin’s breath hitches at the sudden wet heat that coats him, his rhythm faltering for just a second. Then he groans, deep and guttural, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Oh, fuck,” he pants, his fingers digging into your thighs, eyes blown wide as he watches you completely unravel beneath him.

You moan, barely aware of how wrecked you sound, your eyes fluttering open just long enough to meet his and Austin nearly loses it.

The sight of you—your lips parted, your pupils blown wide, your entire expression completely dazed—makes his stomach tighten, his jaw clenching as he forces himself to keep control.

“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his forehead against yours, his breath ragged. “You don’t even know what just did to me.”

Your walls squeeze him tighter, pulling him in, holding him so deep he can barely move. His fingers dig into your thighs, his pace stuttering as he fights the urge to let go too soon.

“I—can’t—” his voice falters, his body trembling against yours as he buries himself one final time, deep, so deep it makes your whole body tense. Then, with a rough, broken moan, he comes, his warm release spilling into you, coating your insides completely.

When he finally lowers your legs back down, you feel senseless, every muscle weak, your body still throbbing in the aftermath. Your skin is sticky, your thighs slick with come, but you’re too gone to care.

Austin shushes you softly, his hand cradling your cheek as he presses lazy, soothing kisses along your temple. “You did so good for me, baby,” he murmurs, his voice soft, adoring. “So good.”

You let out a weak, contented sigh, nuzzling against him as he strokes you back, holding you close.

“I love you—you know that?” he whispers against your hair, his lips brushing your temple as he holds you tight. “Always.”

You hum, your voice cracking as you whisper, “I love you too Austin.”

He pulls back slowly his cock sliding out of you inch by inch until you feel empty, the absence making you whimper softly.

Without hesitation, he gathers you into his lap, holding you close, his arms wrapping around you as he presses soft kisses along your jaw.

“You okay?” he whispers, his voice softer now, filled with something deep and reverent as his fingers trace light, soothing patterns down your back, pulling you back from the haze..

You nod, still a little dazed resting your head against his shoulder “Austin Im.. so sore” you confess softly pressing a hand to your pelvis.

“I know baby” He coos, the sound warm and affectionate, as he tightens his arms around you. “You took me so well,” he praises, his voice low and gentle as he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

You hum in response, nuzzling deeper into his warmth, and he shifts slightly, adjusting you against him, making sure you’re comfortable.

“Ive got you,”he whispers, his fingers slipping into your hair, massaging your scalp lightly, lulling you into relaxation, making sure you feel nothing but safe, cherished, and completely his.

His hands move in slow, soothing strokes down your back, his touch light and reassuring “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says shifting carefully, his arms wrapping around you. He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you toward the bathroom.

The warm water soothes your heated skin, and when you emerge, wrapped in a soft robe, hair damp against your shoulders, he’s already waiting for you on the couch.

“C’mere,” he says, opening his arms.

You curl into him, your cheek resting against his chest, his fingers stroking gently along your back. The movie plays in the background, but neither of you are really paying attention.

He glances down at you, smirking slightly . “Was it everything you wished for?”

You shift slightly to look at him with a slow satisfied grin as you nod.

He presses a kiss to your forehead as he smiles his voice quiet against your skin as he whispers. “Happy birthday baby.”

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