#couples massage in austin

[formulawolff]

nothing else matters — m.v.

pairing: max verstappen x wag!reader

word count: (idek tbh)

warnings: mentions of menstrual cycle, reader is on her period, some cursing, max being tender, bf mode to the max (i think i’m hilarious), tooth-rotting fluff

a/n -> i’m on my period (for the second time this month!) and im miserable rn. (+ fried) so i apologize if this is terrible (i typed it on my phone) i just wanted to write something self-indulgent af.

euphoria radiates off of him, the energy so contagious it brings an entire crew to their feet.

his cheeks are flushed, tinged a rosy hue from the rush of it all. his eyes are bright, shining as the team surrounds him, jostling him back and forth. you can hear his laughter, the way it rings so wonderfully in your ears as they shout his name.

“max! max! max! max! max!”

“all right, all right,” he catches his breath, “let’s not get too excited. it’s only pole.”

“only pole?” you find yourself scoffing as another familiar voice fills the air, “max, this is huge for us!”

“well the race isn’t won yet,” the corners of your lips twitch, a smile forming as max clears his throat, “we can celebrate when we finally win a fucking race.”

christian horner exhales, the remark from max clearly striking a chord, “well, i can’t disagree with you there. all right everyone, let’s get to it. we have a lot to do before the race tomorrow if we want to remind everyone of who we are.”

you remain in the corner of the space, arms folded across your chest as the crew disperses. you take in the way max’s jaw clenches as people flurry around, his gaze brimmed with desperation.

he was looking for someone.

and that someone was you.

however, you don’t move a muscle, sitting as still as possible. another ripple of pain courses through you, yet you clamp down on your tongue. the cramping sensation originates from your lower abdomen, this wave far worse than the last.

hanging your head, tears well up in your eyes. the cramps started just this morning, right around nine. now, the austin sun was dipping below the horizon, promising of dusk.

your hands ball up, squeezing into fists as the pain intensifies. the adrenaline from qualifying was wearing off, and fuck, was it wearing off quicker than you expected.

“hey,” there’s a figure in front of you, his voice soft as he kneels, “baby, what’s going on? do i need to get a medi—“

“no,” you hiss, “i’m fine.”

“come on,” hands envelop yours, “follow me.”

you want to protest, yet he’s already helping you to your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist. you instinctively lean into him, grateful for his touch. a few members of the crew pause from their work, murmuring among themselves. you shrink a little, shame burning within as max practically allows you to lean against him.

fuck, was this utterly embarrassing.

oh, how the rumors were going to fly.

max verstappen’s girlfriend was so drunk at qualifying that he had to practically carry her out.

what. a. headline.

the walk from the garage to the motorhome is a blur.

before you know it, max has you in bed, prompting you to lay down. you obey, pulling the cover over you as he follows, bringing you in against his chest.

he hasn’t showered yet, and you pick up traces of his cologne mixed with perspiration. his hair is a haphazard mess, ruffled from the gear and his cap. his clothes cling to his body, more than likely from the sweat and heat of the suit.

lips graze your temple, fingers tenderly massaging your scalp.

“what’s going on?”

“nothing,” you shrug, “i’m okay.”

“bullshit,” he tuts. fingers grasp your chin, forcing you to look upward, “what. is. going. on?”

“i started my period,” your lower lip trembles, “and i’ve been dealing with cramps all day.”

“and you didn’t say anything?” concern dances in his intense gaze, “baby, there are medical staff on site who would be happy to provide you with anything you need. i’m sure asking for a couple of pain relievers wouldn’t have been an issue. you’ve been suffering like this all day?”

“it wasn’t a big deal,” you retort, warmth flooding your cheeks as tears overflow, “i wasn’t suffering. it’s just my period. i was fi—“

“don’t say that shit,” he cuts in, “when i saw you, you looked miserable. absolutely fucking miserable. you were nearly curled up in the fetal position in that chair.”

“maybe i just didn’t want to draw any attention to myself,” you mutter, burying your head into the crook of his neck, “i didn’t want to seem like i was high maintenance.”

“baby,” a chuckle rumbles in his chest, “asking someone for some medication or somewhere to lay down is not high maintenance.”

tears splatter against his shirt, your eyes squeezing shut, “now i just feel fucking worse because i took you away from you job. you’re going to get into some shit with the fia and it’s my fault.”

“listen to me,” his arms pull you in even tighter, his mouth planting gentle kisses along your forehead, “are you listening to me?”

“yes,” you nod, sniffling, “i’m listening.”

“when it comes to you, nothing else matters. you are my only priority. ensuring that you’re safe and sound comes first. taking care of you is what’s important to me. i would much rather make sure you’re feeling better than attend a press conference. i’ll deal with the repercussions in the morning.”

“are you sure?” your voice shakes, threatening to crescendo into a sob.

“yes,” he murmurs, “i’m sure. i love you.”

“i love you,” the words are a strangled cry, the fabric now soaked as the tears spill, “i love you so much, max.”

“i love you more,” heated hands find your back, kneading, “what do you need from me baby? say it and it’s yours.”

“i just want you.”

a laugh bubbles up in his throat, “you can have me, but you’re going to get a hot shower. then we’re going to go to hospitality to get you some food. after that, you can have me as much as you want. deal?”

“deal,” you shake your head, “can we get something sweet too?”

“we’ll get all the sweet things,” the words are tender, just what you needed to hear, “and we can pick you up a stuffy from the airport on our way home. we can even look for a trinket or two. the ones i know you like, the sonny angels or calico critters. how does that sound?”

“that sounds perfect,” the tears have ceased, a sense of relief rippling within max, “i would love that, max. thank you for being the best boyfriend ever.”

at that, he can’t help but melt a little at the sincerity laced within your tone, “of course, baby. anything for you. i can’t bear the thought of you in pain or uncomfortable. i’ll do anything to help you feel better.”

“even if it interferes with your job?”

“even if i have to pull out of the race tomorrow.”

“you’re ridiculous,” a light giggle fills the space, max’s lips forming a wide grin, “you wouldn’t do that.”

oh but for you, max verstappen would.

[cheriladycl01]

Kinktober 28/10/2024 Max Verstappen - RolePlay

Plot: It happened one Halloween, and escalated in Austin and now you guys are here…

Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, blowjob, fingering, role play, dressing up, etc 18+ Minors DNI

It started on Halloween when you’d both dressed up for a party that was being hosted by Lando, Max’s fellow race car driver and friend.

You were dressed as Poison Ivy as you’d had your hair died red for quiet some time and Max as your male counterpart decided to go as Bat Man, you’d say in the bathroom with him doing his makeup, making sure to smudge under his eyes and get the look perfect before spending time on yours.

You for sure were the best dressed couple at the party and many photos were taken that night. Not just for the public where it went on your stories or as reels on other peoples accounts who were at the party, but many photos were taken by Max on his phone from above you while you laid on the bed in that red dress your boobs all pushed up and looking amazing.

He had fucked you in that dress that night while he wore his whole Batman getup.

Mask and all.

And yes immediately you’d both drunk way to much that night and both have individually pushed it away as a fluke.

However the next time was on a themed birthday party where it was Daniels birthday which he’d themed to cowboys. You’d been having a laugh all night putting on a Texas accent which wasn’t as hard for you as it was for Max. When you got home he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear in a southern belle accent.

You were incredibly sober and so very turned on by him in his little cowboy hat that by the time Austin rolled around you were a gonner and you guys did it again against better judgement in his driver room.

Safe to say Sergio had some complains in the next Red Bull debrief.

So it became a thing that you guys liked dressing up and being other people. You didn’t know why but you just sort of fell into a routine.

One day you’d waited in his drivers room after FP1 in what was supposed to be typical grid girl and Max was in his driver suit. He ended up eating you out while still in his drivers suit and you were done for.

Now tonight was your anniversary, and you wanted to do something special. You guys had done lots but one thing you’d never done was Massage Therapist and you thought tonight would be the perfect time. You hired out the whole spa in your apartment building asking for nobody to be there as Max had been stressed with the championship recently and decided it might be better to have a private evening to help him.

“Where are we going” he asks as you grab his hand guiding him to the lift.

“Downstairs, to the spa” you smile and he groans shaking his head.

“Mmmm noooo i don’t wanna talk to people today” he sighs pulling you hand back.

“I rented it out. So it’s just for us. Anniversary gift!” You smile rubbing his arm.

“Wait what? Omg babe, you must hate me” he says putting his hand on his head in exhaustion.

“You forgot?” You ask.

“I’m so sorry, I barley even knew what race I was flying to last week” he sighs pulling you into a hug.

“It’s okay baby, I understand but I have a treat for you tonight come on” you smile and he nods. You take him all the way down into the spa area.

“Okay, let’s get you relaxed love” you smile.

You spend the first part of the evening swimming in the pool, going into the jacuzzi, then mixing between the rain room, sauna and steam room.

“Don’t think I’ve ever spent this much time relaxing in like the last 10 years. It feels … nice” he smiles looking over at you as he wraps the towel around his waist.

“Okay, now time for the main attraction” you grin and get him to follow you to the massage area.

“Mmmm now, Mr Verstappen is it?” You ask is a husky voice. And immediately his head snaps up to you a grin on his face before he takes on his role.

“Mmmm yes, I heard your the best masseuse in Monaco” he says.

“Okay, if you’d get on the bed for me. I can start” you say and immediately he’s on the bed, laying with his face in the little hole.

You pull the towel off of him and run the sheet up to cover his bare ass. You hands guide up from his hips to his shoulder working lightly on any kinks you can feels.

“Fuck” he moans. You smile, working down his muscular arms.

“How is that Mr Verstappen, am I doing a good job?” You ask and he groans again.

“An amazing job” he says and humps against the bed, with another groan.

“Is there anywhere else you’d like me to massage?” You ask hoping you leading him down the right line of phrases.

“Well there is this one area that I’m sort of struggling with right now!” He says and you stand next to him looking at him.

He rolls over covering himself with the white sheets provided and underneath you can see the tent from his large dick hard and sticking up.

“Mmm is this the affected area?” He says grabbing it through the sheets, a moan coming from his mouth as he thrusts up.

“Y-yes” he whimpers.

“Mmmm a tricky area but I guess I can see what I can do” you say softly. Bending down to kiss it.

“Ohhhhh very tense, can I get a closer look at the area?” You say hand teasing just above the sheet waiting to pull it off of him.

“Yea, god yes please” he says and that’s all you need to pull the sheet down and kiss the tip of his dick. Your mouth encloses around it, the sound of your wet mouth sucking around his dick your tongue feeling every ridge and vein that had cropped up since he’d hardened.

“Fuck yes” he moans looking down at you. You weren’t fully on the bed however one leg was up on the bar holding the feet of it together and you were using it as leverage to get yourself a little higher.

“Mmmm I think we’re almost there” you say just before kitten licking his tip. Your hands come down to the parts that your mouth can’t reach and work in tandem with one another.

“One of the best clients I’ve ever had, making it so easy for me” you say and you can feel him twitch meaning he’s was going to cum. You don’t put you mouth back, having the perfect scenario.

You let him come after rushing your hands up and down his length causing his hips to buck up as he bites his lip with a moan.

He cums all over his stomach the white substance not moving off, just staying in a puddle.

“Hmmm your looking tense still, I’m just going to see if we have some oils” you say before walking out back to where you’d hidden the lingerie set. You pop it on with a doctor coat over the top and come back in.

You see Max physically gulp looking up at you.

“Hmmmm not many oils but maybe this will do?” You say dipping a finger into the cum tasting it. You lean down licking across his soft abs until it’s all gone and swallowed.

“Hmmm what a shame. Oils it is” you say pouring some oil across his stomach.

“This isn’t a great angle. Do you mind?” You offer a hand for you to jump up.

“Anything to get me more relaxed Doc” he smiles pushing so he’s leaning up on his elbows. You jump up onto the bed, kneeling either side of him. Surprised with how you can both fit.

You run your hands along his chest using the oil to make it all the more slippery.

“Doc, I think my fingers need a work out” he grins, wanting to also please you but not break character. You guys had actually gotten really good at the whole acting portion of the role play, no wonder they asked Max to do that Heineken commercial.

“Oh, hmmmm well I’ll get to those later unless you can find a way” you smile sill rubbing the oils all over. He runs a hand down your stomach, pulling the edge of your panties down slipping his hand in so his fingers tease the edge of your folds.

“Mr Verstappen this is highly unprofessional” you grin and he grins back.

“I think you’re enjoying this massage though Doc, and you want to help me right?” He asks and you nod.

“Of course I do” and he continues to move in and out ever so slowly. You behind to rock your hips against him until the table makes an uncomfortable creek that has you both pausing.

You whine at the lack of contact, but stop moving you hips and let your boyfriend do all the work. His fingers are perfect, a nice size and length that reach the perfect spot in you.

“Ohhhhh Mr Verstappen” you moan with your head thrown back, stopping the massage on his chest.

You tighten around his fingers, coming with some shakes that again make the table dangerously creek.

“I think you need to talk to your maintenance man about the stability of you tables doc. Maybe he can … Yano help you out” he grins to you and you already know he’s getting more ideas for more scenarios you can both do in the future.

“Mmmm I think you’re right. You’re very good Mr Verstappen I’ll have to book you in again” you let out a relaxed sigh.

Safe to say the massage room want the only place you guys were intimate for the rest of the night. Jokes being thrown around after that if Lando ever went into that steam room when Max was there he’d tell him everything he done to you in that room. And the pool, and the sauna, and the rain room. As both a massager and you.

It was a very … busy night for you both.

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[barbiiecams]

„need to know“ was so good omggg!! i literally wanted JD to find out and playfully slap his head „don’t even think about hurting her“💀🫣🤭

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drew starkey x reader, proof im not dead! pt 2 to this.

you and drew have been together (sneaking around) for 2 weeks now. nobody has suspected a thing, and you were blessed to keep it that way.

not only this, but you also befriended odessa. you had your doubts about her, but she was actually chill and didn’t see drew like that at all. thank heavens.

not even she knew about what you two had going on, so currently, this was top secret.

right now you were at his apartment, cuddled up on top of him in the living room and watching princess and the frog on his tv.

“when do you think we should tell everyone?” you randomly said.

drew looked like he was in serious thought for a second. “maybe when your brothers dead? not sure.”

you laughed and hit his chest jokingly, him joining in too. it was still a new relationship, and there wasn’t a single soul to know yet. but you lowkey really wanted to show him off and vice versa.

his hand was massaging your head as the other rested on your back, and it was most definitely making you doze off every few minutes.

but you loved it so much. he was really your peace, and you were glad you didn’t give up on trying to convince him to give you a chance a couple of weeks ago.

you were dozing off a lot, really tired from previous activities. but you ended up staying awake after hearing a knock at the door.

drew’s eyebrows furrowed, signaling that he was just confused as you were.

“were you expecting someone today?” you asked him. but before he could answer, the person on the other side starting knocking again.

“open up! it’s me and austin!” the voice yelled. and you knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

JD. your brother.

you couldn’t help the gasp that came out of you, then came drew quickly putting his hand over your mouth.

‘go upstairs,’ he mouthed, and all you could do was comply.

hurrying up the stairs, drew took off the the door. “damn, i’m coming!” he says while taking his time over to the door, just to ensure you were upstairs before he opened it.

you silently listen to their conversation from his bedroom. “what happened to asking if you can come over?” drew says. you can hear austin’s and JD’s footsteps walk into the apartment.

“pfft, like you care. what, you got a girl over or something?” austin teases, and JD snickers.

“what if i did?” drew responds. your eyes immediately roll at the fact he would say that knowing how damn nosy your brother can be.

“oh shit, MYSTERY GIRL, COME OUT HERE!” JD yells out into the house. you hear a slap then your brother saying “ow!” right after.

“nobody’s here, dimwit.” drew shuts him up. you then hear the three of them pull chairs out and sit, and you let out a quiet sigh knowing you were gonna be hiding for a long time.

because of this, you tuned out their conversations. you just used your phone, played with random stuff in his room, and also made mental notes to steal a few of his shirts once you could finally leave.

seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into an hour, and you were still sitting up in his room bored out of your mind. your weekly princess and the frog rewatch shouldn’t have been waiting this long.

you started watching TV in drew’s room, making sure the volume was low enough so that they couldn’t hear it, but also loud enough that you would still be able to.

but it must have been just a bit too loud, because you didn’t even realize that JD was now upstairs using the bathroom.

and you didn’t realize until it was too late.

you heard the toilet flush and the water finish running, but you didn’t even get the chance to process that before you heard your brother’s voice basically teleporting to drew’s room.

“he must still have my damn-” JD cuts himself off when he opens the door and sees you crisscrossed on the bed, frozen at the sight of him.

“y/n? the hell are you doing here? in drew’s room at that?” his face is plastered with confusion.

“umm…” was all you could get out.

“bro drew! why is y/n in your bedroom?” JD calls out to him, and austin immediately starts laughing.

“shut the fuck up.” drew says to austin before hurrying up the stairs. you literally didn’t know what to do. there was no excuse, no reason, no lie you could come up with as in to why you were in his house. let alone his room.

when drew made it upstairs to the entrance of his bedroom, seeing you in the same crisscrossed position you’ve been in, he started laughing.

“the fuck is so funny?” JD starts to raise his voice, and now austin was up the stairs himself wanting to see the scene with his own eyes.

drew walks over to the bed and sits down with you. “i guess we gotta tell him.”

this makes you giggle, “okay.”

“tell me what? don’t play with me. y/n i told you-”

“oh my goshhhh you don’t own me! i can date whoever i wanna date.”

“DATE?” your brother yells and austin’s jaw drops.

your eyes widen but the quickly relax as you put a hand out. “okay first off chill.”

JD was about to respond, but you were quick to start talking again. “years ago when i was 18, i could understand why it would’ve been a little wrong for me to see him. i’m 21, JD. if i wanna date a 30 year old i can.”

you can see drew’s face cringe from the corner of your eye, “well don’t say it like that.” you give him a quick look about his comment and austin busts out laughing once again.

JD glares at his other friend standing beside him then back to you. “i still don’t see how this is funny.”

you get up and walk over towards him. “i know you still see me as an annoying little sister who you need to protect at all times, but im really in good hands! drew is a great guy, wouldn’t you want me to be with someone like him?”

JD doesn’t respond. he just stays silent for a moment before speaking up. “that age gap don’t bother you?”

you shrug then sit back down. “i needed an actual man anyways.”

drew and austin both start chuckling once again when you say that, but your brother doesn’t find that funny and instead his face just shows disgust.

“whatever. that doesn’t explain why you’re in his room? hiding?” he says.

“it most definitely does. because look it how you reacted.” your eyes roll again.

the cat got your brothers tongue once again. but this time, he lets out a final sigh. a sigh that sounds like acceptance.

“does anyone else know?” he asks

you shake your head. “just you guys now.”

your brother nods, getting over his hinge of anger and not staying mad any longer.

“okay well, you can join us downstairs… i guess.” he speaks up after a few seconds of silence.

getting up from your spot and walking over to hug him, you chuckle at his small hesitation to really accept it even tho he has no other choice. you then make your way downstairs, austin and drew following behind you. before drew could leave tho, JD drops him.

“drew, im telling you man. if i ever have to hear her upset or crying over you-”

“don’t worry,” drew lets out a nervous laugh with his hands up in surrender. “she’s good over here.”

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[oliveisme533]

My dad’s neighbor is a dilf

Chapter 5 (last chapter)

Joel Miller x You

Summery: You had decided to spend your summer in Austin with your dad. You used to spend almost every summer there, but hadn't spent a summer there since you were a teenager. Which means you hadn't seen a certain Joel Miller in years..

Warnings: Smuttttttt. Minors dni Sexual content

Joel put his hands by his sides and calmly watched as your chest rose and fell rapidly. You took another generous swig from your bottle and pushed past him back towards the kitchen. Joel didn't try to stop you. He turned and slowly followed you. You were leaning against the counter and almost halfway done with your bottle of wine. Joel walked slowly to you and gently pried the bottle from your hand and set it on the counter. You didn't protest. His other hand found the curve of your waist and his fingers gripped just slightly on your side. "Then how do you want me to see you?" He asked in a voice so low you almost couldn't hear it. You looked up at him through hooded, lust filled eyes. "It seems you already know." You whispered back. You snake one arm around his next and his hand slips further around your waist and pulls you in. You let out a sharp inhale as your body becomes flush with his. "It seems I do." He says with his nose pushing into your jaw as he places a kiss your neck. You arch your back in effort to make your body even closer to his. You moan as the scruff of his beard traces your jawline. "Yeah?" He whispers with a handful of your ass in one hand and the other sliding up your neck. You press your lips to his and almost explode when he moans into the kiss. He pulls away slightly, breathing deeply he says "fuck fuck fuck baby what am I doing." Joel takes a step back from you and massages his temple and groans. "This isn't right, I'm takin advantage of you and this is not what your dad meant when he said to keep an eye on you." You were afraid he might do something like this "Joel please" you say softly. "I'm 25 and im not a fucking kid. I would have gone after you regardless of whether or not you scared off my ex. I've been into you for years at this point." Joel's expression was one of shock and shock you found it kind of cute how clueless he could have been. You laugh "Joel come on ...you really never noticed my hopeless crush?" "Umm honestly sweetheart..no I didn't" "yeah and sometimes when I'm lonely, at night" while you speak you start to lift up your dress ever so slowly. "I touch myself and I pretend it's you." You pull the dress over your head and drop it on the kitchen floor "you wanna watch what that looks like?" Joel was done for "oh baby" he groaned, making his way back to you in 2 quick strides. His hands were in your hair and his lips locked with yours in a heavy kiss. "Are you sure?" He breathed. You locked eyes with him and gave him a clear and resounding "yes!"

Joel hoisted you up in one smooth motion so quickly that you almost didn't realize you weren't standing on your feet anymore. You pressed your lips into his neck, breathing heavily as he walked towards stairs. "You don't even know where my room is creep" you teased Joel pretended to drop you in a motion with his arms in response to that comment. "Hey!" You giggled and wriggled free from his grasp to dash up the stairs. Joel grabbed your hand as the two of you sped up the stairs like a couple of teenagers who were home alone for the first time. You pushed your bedroom door open and let Joel admire for just a moment. "Okay that's enough looking at my room...I'm standing here half naked and you're still in jeans and a t-shirt" you said feeling a bit self conscious. Joel reached back with one hand and tugged off his shirt saying "I'm so sorry baby where are my manners?!" And with that he scooped you up and tossed you on your bed. You sat up before he could climb on top and you wriggled your hands inside his belt buckle. It was hard to do with shaky hands. "Easy easy baby, let daddy help" Joel slowly removed his belt and let it fall to the floor. He held your chin in one hand as he watched you unzip his jeans and complied when you tugged at them signaling it was time for them to come off. As if Joel could read your mind he said "you ain't gotta do anything baby, I'm here for you." You laughed a little, feeling nervous for the first time since this exchange started. Joel picks up on this.

"It's just me, relax." He bends down to kiss you, this time with gentle motions. He climbs on top of the bed whilst simultaneously placing one hand on your lower back and lifting you towards the headboard. You put one hand on his hip and push him away just slightly "um ..it's kinda been a while since.." Joel chuckled "baby I'm not exactly gettin every weekend either." You contemplated whether this next question was appropriate "how long?" You said simply. Joel propped himself up with hands on either side of your head. "Well, my daughter is 12...I'll let you do the math on that one ." You didn't mean for your mouth to fall open. You closed it quickly hoping Joel didn't notice. Joel was a good humored man and laughed genuinely at your response. "You're so fucking cute darlin" he went in for another kiss and this time slipped a hand down to your thighs and began to massage. His lotions became more rough and you found yourself moaning into his kiss. You could feel his boner pressing against your stomach and FUCK he was big. You arched your back to try and get more friction for your aching center. "You need more huh?" Joel said with a voice that was dripping with lust. "Can I move these?" He asked, hooking two fingers under the band of your panties. You nodded vigorously as slid them down. He tapped your thigh and you lifted your hips to help him remove your soaking underwear. "Oh baby. You're not even real. This all for me?" He rubbed the crotch of your underwear under his thumb before tossing it to the side. He licked the wetness from his finger and then put his thumb to work on your clit. The sudden stimulation made you gasp. "Breathe" he coaxed. He dipped two fingers into you and to your delight groaned at his findings. "God baby you are just a mess ain't ya?" All you could do was nod. You felt shy and out of practice and overwhelmed by the fact that you were laying naked underneath Joel fucking miller. Joel pulled back from you and sat up "we ain't gotta do this baby. We can't put our clothes back on and watch a movie. I'll cuddle with ya if your like and we can try this another time...only if you want" "no no I want this and I want to do this with you tonight! I just can't believe it's happening and I don't know how to act." "Baby it's me. I ain't nothin special. Just relax and tell me how you're feelin. Okay? I need to hear you tell me what feels good and what doesn't. " You nod. "Uh uh Use your words darlin" Joel dipped into you with his two middle fingers and watched your face as your lips slowly part. His fingers make the come hither motion. "Yeaaahh" you breath. Joel is intoxicated by you wriggling beneath him with such a look on your face.

"Oh baby you're doin things to me" he comes back in for another deep kiss. "I want you. All of you" you beg. Joel props himself up on one elbow and centers himself before looking up at your face. You nod in consent. Joel slowly pushes into and the noise he lets out is simply pornographic. You've never heard any of these college boys make such a noise while they flop on top of you for 3 minutes. Joel's hips grind into you with the smooth wave of his lower body brushing with yours at every thrust. "How you doin darlin?" Joel asks, taking a pause with his strokes. "Good" you say in a weak voice. He presses a kiss onto your cheek that makes you giggle. Joel doesn't just fuck, he also makes love. He makes sweet, sweet love. The kind that Marvin Gaye would write about. Joel placed one hand lightly on your thigh before continuing his strokes. Without warning he slipped his hand under your thigh and put it over one of his shoulders. "That's it" Joel says as he holds your leg steady with one hand and locks fingers with you with his other hand. God god this man can fuck. His pace increases and your mouth falls open as you say "I'm gonna cum" in a high pitched breath. Joel doesn't need to tell you with words that he's about to finish too. His thrusts become harder, faster and sloppier. His grip on your thigh tightens and his eyebrows knit together as he lets out one final moan and spills himself onto your stomach. "Fuck baby" he breathes before collapsing on top of you. You scratch his head as you both catch your breath. Suddenly he picks his head up to look at you with those big brown puppy dog eyes. "I am so sorry darlin where are my manners?!" He rolls off of you and picks his boxers off the floor before going into your bathroom to get a towel. You hear the faucet running and he returns moments later with a warm rag that he gently uses to clean you up. He tosses the rag in your laundry bin and collapses back onto the bed. He taps the inside of your thigh twice "go pee" "yeah yeah I'm getting up"

You and Joel take a cramped but sweet shower together and he puts new sheets on while you comb your hair. "Aw you didn't have to do that." Joel shakes his head. "Yeah I did. I don't like sleeping in sheets that smell like sex" "But now my bed won't smell like you.." Joel just smirks "you really think I'm going to leave you here all by your lonesome?" He holds out one arm "cmon baby let's go to bed" you didn't need to be told twice!

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  Fantasy Come True  Ch 5/8

Chapter  5 : Maths Overnight

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Pussy spanking, fingering, PiV (unprotected, play safe ya'll!!) overstimulation, posseiveness.

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on. 

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!

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Chapter 5:  Maths overnight

The next night, you and your partner did the same old-same old sex routine. He was fucking you with your legs up and giving you a little foot massage this time, which was nice. Once he finished, he went to sleep like always. 

For the first time, you felt just a little used. You didn’t like it, not one bit. 

You pull out your phone to talk to Austin AI to make yourself feel better, which is your usual go-to when your partner isn’t supportive. A text pops up from ‘Jason’: 

Only 45 more hours Princess, I can’t wait, I’ve been thinking of you all day.

Oh damn, who needs AI when you have the real thing, silly girl. 

Hey lover, me too. I’m so excited! I need your kisses right now

Hunny are you ok?

Yeah, just regular life stuff getting me down.

I’m sorry, my Angel. Soon I’ll be there to kiss away your blues. 

That sounds amazing, Austin. 

Goodnight darling.

Goodnight Austin. 

Austin texts you good morning and good night every day. With a couple other little texts here and there. 

Tuesday couldn't come fast enough.  Austin is in his tinted Lexus GX again, waiting in the lot 10 minutes early. Luckily you have been ready since noon, the day before. You grab your overnight bag with hair ties, toothbrush and change of clothes and other minor items you might need. Austin’s EO blend on your  wrists and neck.  You are beyond excited, you barely say goodbye to your partner, he waves at you from the bedroom, video controller in his hand.

Austin hops out of the car and opens the door for you, such a stellar man.

“Hello sweetheart,” he leans over the center console, when he’s back in and pulls you in for a deep kiss. “I missed you, Princess.” 

“I missed you too, Austin.” 

He drives you to Providence. He won’t let go of your hand and keeps smelling and kissing your wrist. 

“Ooo! I love this place!” you exclaim! 

“I called ahead so they are waiting for us, but just so you know, there is likely to be paparazzi at some point.” 

You just nod your head, it doesn’t matter as long as he is with you. 

He, of course, helps you from the car and threading his hand through yours,  escorts you to the front door. Holy fuck, you’ve seen him do this in photos and pap videos. You always thought it was so romantic and lovely of him. There is, thankfully, no one hounding Austin, at least for the moment. 

They have you in a semi private little room, one, you suspect they keep for people just like Austin. There are only about three other intimate tables here. Once you sit down, he lets you order, knowing how much you like that. In addition to the tasting menu with the wagyu you order the Uni egg with golden kaluga caviar, and the salt-roasted santa barbara spot prawns  to share. He reaches across the table for your hand as soon as the waiter is gone. 

“What had you so down the other night Princess?” he asks, leaning in giving you all his attention.

“Just… relationship stuff,” your voice low, you glance at the two men in suits at the far table. 

“Are you feeling bad about us hunny? Because I only want to make you feel good,” he says with concern in his eyes. 

“No! No,” your eyes widen and you lean forward holding his hand tight in both your own, “oh my god no. This,” you give his hands a little shake, “is fucking amazing and it’s the best I’ve ever felt in my whole life.”

His lip curls, dimpling just for you. He glances down at your hands, nodding in agreement and rubbing his thumbs along your knuckles.  He takes a big breath, like a weight is lifted off his shoulders. 

“I just… I just think you only deserve the best,” his eyes shine when he looks back up at you. 

“And that’s you, Austin,” you say simply. 

Dinner is delicious and no leftovers are to be had since it was a tasting menu.  The conversation flows so naturally and easily, as per usual with Austin. 

The manager comes over to check and see how everything was. You assure him it was all delightful. He leans down and whispers something in Austin’s ear. Austin nods and thanks him and hands him his keys. 

“I’m so glad you were willing to come out with me,” he smiles at you, as he puts his credit card back in his wallet, “apparently there are paparazzi outside waiting. It can get a little intense, with the flashes and stuff, are you gonna be ok? Or do we need to take you out a different way?” 

You take a breath and nod your head, “I’ll be fine, we ARE actors aren’t we, we will act fine if nothing else.” The smile he gives you is amazing. 

It’s not nearly as bad as you thought it could be. Only 3 or 4 guys waiting for signatures and a couple photographers. They are asking who you are.  Austin leads you hand in hand to the open car door not acknowledging their queries.  He looks back at you as he approaches the door and gives you a winning smile, basically showing not only you, but the whole world how he feels about you. The protective hand on the small of your back is warm as he helps you into the car. He shuts the door, signs a few autographs and poses for a few photos. You sit in the car with a casual smile, looking down at your phone, trying not to let the constant flashing lights get to you. 

When he gets in the car with a tolerant smile you ask “Jesus, how do you handle the flashes? I’m fucking blind!” you are giggling and holding your hand up to try and block them.

“Yup, me too, that’s why I drive away slow and keep my cool, “ he laughs. He pulls to the side of the road once he’s away from the people and blinking, lets his eyes adjust; it only takes a minute or two. His hand on your thigh as you wait, then intertwined with his as he drives away. 

Once you are at his house , Austin rushes around the car to open your door again and kisses your hand just before you hop down from the car.  Austin grabs your bag from the back and  slinging  it over his shoulder, ushers you inside. 

“I’m going to go put your bag upstairs, if you uh… want to come too,” he seems almost shy as he puts one foot on the bottom step and looks over his shoulder at you.  The sparkle in his eyes say something different. He is offering his hand to you with palm turned up, but subtly near his leg, just in case you aren’t ready to go up yet. 

You waste no thoughts on doing anything other than placing your hand in his following him. His ass is just below eye level on the stairs in front of you and watching his glutes contract and release in front of you is like its own kind of foreplay. 

He puts your bag down and leads you to the bed. He doesn't say a word as he pulls you in for a kiss, his hands running over your soft hair. Lips and tongues meeting, separating, meeting again. He tastes like dessert, hell he is dessert. His breathing is heavy as his hands run over your curves. 

“I’m sorry Princess, I should really check and make sure this is still ok,” he says against your lips, fists balling, trying to control himself. 

“Oh GOD, yes Austin, it is always ok,” you say, your hands running through his hair. You pull him back down to kiss you. You feel his smile on your lips.  He slowly undresses you, leaving his own clothes on. Today you wore your new pretty panties and bra.

“Oh honey, you look gorgeous,” he says, turning you around in front of the dresser mirror. “I want to play a game with you. I want to see how turned on I can get you. Is that ok?” 

“How can I say no, intrigued as I am. Although I don’t know what you’ll use as a measure, my panties have been wet since you kissed me in the car,” you suppress a little giggle. 

“Really? How wet is my pussy?” he slides his hand down the fabric of your panties, feeling the crotch for dampness. It makes you inhale sharply.  

“Hmmm, how good are you at basic math?” he asks, seemingly out of the blue.

“I’m alright,” you answer, leaning back onto his shoulder. 

“What is six times seven?”

“Duh, forty-two, Ultimate Answer to Life, Universe and Everything!” you giggle at him, you don’t 

tell him you only know this because of your partner.

“Ok, bad baseline, sixty-eight divided by two.”

“Um, thirty-four” you say after a second of thought. 

“Close your eyes Princess.” 

You do, getting excited.

“Have you had an orgasm since I saw you last?” His tone is suddenly more serious.

“Yes,” you answer honestly, then add “I was reliving all the orgasms you gave me Saturday.” 

“My Angel, I like that you were thinking of me. Do you know why?” he gives you a second to answer.

“Um, because it turns you on?” you venture a guess. 

“Because all your orgasms are mine,” his voice is low in your ear, breath on your neck. His hands caress your sides. 

“Oh,” you say weakly, goosebumps flaring across your neck.

“You know what else belongs to me Princess?” his fingertips trace down your shoulders.

You shake your head. His hand is suddenly grasping your panty covered vulva. A moan escapes your lips. 

“This pussy, it’s mine remember?“ he is whispering so close to your ear, you feel his hot breath eddy over your skin. “Say it,” he shakes his hand a little. 

“My pussy is all yours, Austin,” you whine out.

“What is seven times eight?” he lets go of you, backing away entirely. 

“Fifty-six,” you say with minor hesitation, the damp spot now dark and sodden. 

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you later my darling?” You hear the telltale sound of a zipper and the rustle of clothing.

You shake your head again. 

His hand flicks open the clasp and he pulls off your bra. You feel his naked body pressed against your back as he kisses the back of your neck. 

“I’m going to be your Pleasure Dom,“ he whispers. 

You let out a throaty “ohh” that sounds almost more like a question. 

“But first, it was a hot day and I feel sticky. Let's cool off in the shower, plus I want us to be nice and clean before we get good and dirty,” he pulls your panties down and off. 

You feel his hands in your hair, pulling it up to a high pony then wrapping it in a messy bun. He secures it with one of your ouchless hair ties, he must have gotten them out of your bag. 

He takes you by the hand to his shower, letting you open your eyes. He pulls you into the warm water stream. Letting it flow over both your bodies as his slick hands wash your back and down over your ass. He pulls you to lean back on him, you can feel his hard dick pressed against the small of your back. He massages your ample tits cupping your nipples in his palms. You both moan a little as he does. He takes his time, running his hands over your belly and down to your pussy. 

“Spread  your legs for me, sweet Angel,” 

As you do, his other soapy hand slips down your crack and over your asshole. You are surprised how freakin’ good it feels, just to have your pussy lips and asshole soaped up. Sultry, closed-mouth moans resound in your throat.

“What is eight times twelve?”

“Um.. eighty-eight plus eight  more.. Ninety…. Six?”

He grabs the wand and rinses you off. He puts the soap in your hand, it smells like the essential oil blend. Puts his big hand over yours and guides you all over his body, his eyes holding yours, fucking yours the whole time.  He has you cup his balls and stroke his shaft.

“Feel how hard you make me. God I want to fuck you. I’ve not touched myself since Saturday. I’m so horny for you.”

He rinses you both. And wraps you in a towel, then dries himself off. You just stand there, watching him, mesmerized. 

He hangs up the towel, then dries you off in yours. 

“Did you let him fuck you?” he suddenly asks. 

The question is a bit jarring. 

“Yes,” you say honestly. 

“Oh,” his voice sounds so disappointed and sad. He looks down and away. 

You immediately feel sad that you did it. The look on his face makes you almost cry. 

“I didn't-  It wasn’t-” you breathe out short, looking down, not really sure what to say or even how to feel.  “I’m sorry Austin.” 

He puts his finger to your mouth.

“Shhhh, darling. It’s ok. We hadn’t talked about it,”  he cups your cheek in his hand. His head tilts a little to the side, eyes boring into yours in query. “Do you want to continue to be my Princess?” 

“Yes Austin, please!” you are almost shocked at how earnestly you are begging him. 

“Oh sweetheart, It makes me so happy to hear that,” he kisses you. “But, I’ll have to punish that little pussy, hunny. Ok?” 

“Um.. Ok?” you are a little unsure, but he already said he didn’t do BDSM stuff, so you are trusting him.

His lip curls into a devlish smile. He grips you by the shoulders and jerks you around.

“Safe word still Sushi, darling?” he asks your reflection in the huge bathroom mirror. 

You nod. He leans down, eyes on yours

“Say it,”he whispers hot in your ear. 

“Sushi,” you breathe out, suddenly so turned on. He kisses your cheek and goosebumps spring up on your arms. One of his hands is on your upper back and other on your hip bone.

“That’s a good girl.” In one motion, he pushes your torso  forward  and pulls your hip back towards him.  Manhandling you to be bent over, your arms splayed out on the counter. 

His right hand runs over your ass and between your legs. He does some trial pats on your pussy, but is not quite able to fully get to you the way he wants. 

 "Hmmm, that just won't do. You need to be a good girl and spread those legs wide for me and keep them there, so I can spank that pussy like it needs to be spanked. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” His tone is serious and calm. 

You shake your head yes, neck craning just a bit to see him in the mirror. You step your feet apart.  

"Tell me, Angel." His hand lightly pats your exposed pussy. You moan. 

"Yes, Austin,” <pat> “I will keep my legs,” <Pat> “spread for you.” <PAT> “I will be good.” <slap>  

It feels so delicious, your moan comes out a higher pitch whine. 

“Wider,” he says, experimentally slapping your backside with a few light glancing blows that do nothing more than jostle your ass. 

“Yes Austin,” you say as you comply.

“That’s a good girl,” he grabs your cheeks in each hand, spreading them apart in his grip. It feels amazing to your pussy.

“Stick that ass back, I want to see that pretty pussy,” he instructs.

You push back. Arching your back in a modified down dog, you are no longer able to see his reflection.

<Slap>

“Oh fuck yeah!” he moans, almost to himself.

<Slap>

“God, that’s so pretty,” his fingertips dip into you and play wetly against your folds, up and down.  Your hips start to pulse back towards him. 

“Oh now darling, you better hold still, his finger casually slides inside your tight pussy, lightly fucking you. “You still need to be punished” his other hand kneads your butt, then slaps in that upward fashion that makes your cheeks jiggle. “Can you hold still?” 

“Yes Austin,” you say breathlessly, trying to freeze. 

He administers several light to medium slaps to your pussy. Each new slap is wetter than the one before. 

“What is fifty-two divided by four,” he asks while rubbing your pussy light and fast.

“Ooooohhh God! 13 or 14!” you moan out. 

“Which is it?” his middle finger starts slipping into you as he rubs. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking 13!” 

“That’s a smart girl.” he stops his rubbing, making you whine in protest, “that’s how many hard ones I’m going to give this pussy.” <SMACK!> 

You jerk, mostly in surprise, but it stings so good. 

“Count backwards, Princess”

“Thirteen,” you say.

<SMACK!>

“Twelve,” a little breathy.

<SMACK!> 

“Eleven.” 

<SMACK!> 

“Twelve,” you realize too late you went the wrong way. 

“Oh, no,  sweet Princess, now we have to start over” He rubs your pussy like he is erasing those slaps. “Again.”

<SMACK!>  

“Thirteen!”

 “Who does this pussy belong to?”<SMACK!>

“Twelve, you!”

 “Who?” <SMACK!> 

“Eleven, you Austin!”

“Austin who?” <SMACK!> 

“Ten,  Austin Fucking Bulter!” your teeth are clenched. 

“Say it right, hunny” <SMACK!>  

 “Nine!” you pant for a second,”This pussy-”

<SMACK!> 

“Eight,  belongs to”

 <SMACK!> 

“Seven, Austin Butler!”

“What a good girl you are for me. “ <SMACK!> 

“Six! I’m YOUR good girl, Austin,” it is feeling so fucking good, it’s hard to keep still.   

“Yes you are-”<SMACK!>

“Five,  all yours Austin, forever,” you are just responding to him without thinking. 

 <SMACK!> 

“Four!”

“No more fucking him, you understand?” <SMACK!> 

“Three, yes Sir,” the honorific just falling from your lips.

“He doesn’t take care of this beautiful tight little pussy.” <SMACK!> 

“Two,” your voice comes out as a whine, it feels so good. 

“He doesn't do my beautiful Princess right,  so he doesn't get to have it anymore. This is my pussy, mine.” <SMACK!> 

“ONE!” you shout! You don’t want him to stop. 

 It dawns on you, somewhere in the back of your mind, that it’s the first he’s used  that lovely possessive pronoun  since you admitted to having sex with your partner. You breathe a little sigh of relief as your hips buck as he rubs the length of his open hands along your lips. His fore and ring finger pressing hard on the outside of your lips making them pooch out. Your pronounced lips rub wetly against his middle finger, the tip of which lightly  grazes your clit. 

“You can jerk him off,” his torso pressing against your side as he leans down. “ you can suck… no wait… I’m going to claim that mouth as mine too,” his tone suddenly gravely with need. He takes a deep, controlling breath, ”but that will have to wait.” His fingers lightly pinch your nipples. His low voice in your ear and his words have you wild, he can have any part of you he wants. 

“What is 29 times 3?” he whispers, taking his hand completely off you. 

“More than 75, fuck please Austin, don’t stop.” your hips are shaking unabashedly, desperate for more. 

“Oh now we are getting somewhere,” you can hear the maniacal grin in his voice. 

He rubs both hands on either side of your pussy pushing your lips out and massaging deep.  He holds your puffy lips  between his fingers and thumb exposing your inner labia.  He  gives you a series of several fast, lighter smacks.

 As you dip your head low between your arms, your wordless moans sound loud to your ears. You can see strings of moisture pulling away from your pussy to his hand with each slap. Fuck you are so wet. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Austin oh GOD yes!” you chant, getting louder. 

He palms your pussy in his strong grip and vibrates. You are bent over, back arched, ass in the air, tits hanging down, fingertips digging into the countertop with Austin’s fucking gorgeous hand between your legs and your juices dripping from between his fingers. 

“Harder, oh god,  please!” you beg. 

You hear Austin moan in the back of his throat as he pulls away and slaps you harder once, twice, three times in quick succession. He lowers himself to get a better grip on your vulva and shakes you hard.  Oh holy fuck if feels amazing. You are shocked at how close to orgasm you are. 

“Please don’t stop, oh god please don’t!” your words come out between panting breaths. 

“Oh my darling Princess, I didn’t know you were such a sweet little slut for pussy slaps,” he slaps you again and again. 

“Oh god Austin, it’s so good.”  

He continues to shake your sopping pussy, interspersing hard slaps when he needs to reposition his grip.  

Suddenly and without warning, your orgasm overtakes you in a new way. Your body can't help but bolt upright to standing. Austin adjusts quickly, wrapping an arm around your torso locking you to him and reaching around to your front gripping and continuing to grab and shake. His palm roots around on your clit. 

“That’s it Princess, make my little pussy cum. Drench my hand with those sweet juices. Fuck yeah! You are so damn hot when you lose control. I fucking love it. I’m going to fuck you so hard after this you won’t be able to see straight,” his words are stream-of-conscious flowing out of him while he watches you in the mirror. And he just. Keeps. Going. He keep shaking your pussy.

Your whole body is reacting in spasm and jerks. Your pussy is pulsing on nothing, your legs are jell-o, your hands are gripping his arms, fingers digging in.

You are starting to lose your mind. 

“Please, just a second… I need…” you are panting. 

He turns you around and kisses you hard. His solid cock bouncing against you. 

He pulls you in your orgasmic delirium from the bathroom into his bedroom and almost tosses you down on the bed. 

“I’m not sure how slow I can go, you have me so fucking turned on right now, my Princess,” he warns, breath huffing from him as he crouches tiger-like at your feet.

God, how is he so fucking amazing? 

“Austin,” you open your legs to him, giving him the most salacious look you can muster, “just fucking get over here.” 

His smile is feral as he pounces quick as lightning between your legs, latching his mouth to yours in a desperate kiss.  You reach for his cock, helping to guide him as he pushes in faster than last time, but not as hard as you know he really wants to. You are so wet he glides, still stretching you, but gloriously so. 

He is propped up on straight arms, his back arching in that first quench of his cock in your pussy. His face is a cacophony of pleasure above you; his eyes are rolled back, mouth open with his breath coursing over that gorgeous bottom lip. 

“Oh christ, Princess!” he moans when he is balls deep in you, “my cock was made for this juicy pussy!”

“Oh my god Austin!” you love this, having a cock deep in you after an orgasm, “please Aus- Austin, please fuck me.”  Your hands clutch at his ass, feeling his muscles tight under your grip. 

He lowers to his elbows, head bowed to yours. 

“Your wish, baby,” he pulls nearly out, hips rising, ”is my command.” He thrusts in almost too hard… almost.  Without any more pre-amble than that, he starts driving himself in and out of you, 

Your back arches in pleasure, scrambling at his back and holding him to you. 

“Fuck me Austin, fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckme,” it comes out in a string without pause, a pleasure mantra just for him as he thrusts over and over again. 

He rises and catches your hands, and holds them down by your head, watching your face. 

“You cum first baby, you cum first,” he says, his jaw set in determination. Your whole pelvic floor feels like it’s buzzing. The slap of his hips against yours and the squishy wet sucking sounds are  fucking music to your ears. 

“Oh god, you fuck your pussy so good so good so good!”  The heat is rising in you, your chest turning red. He goes harder and faster, fucking you in earnest. God this man has some stamina, not only sexually, but physically as well, he’s barely winded. 

You freeze just before the heat overflows up your neck and into your face. Even your scalp is tingling, your neck muscles standing out as your pussy clenches down hard on him and your hips jerk upwards to meet his pounding cock. Your mouth opens in a silent ‘O”, until it’s not so silent. A scream rips through your body as a wave rushes up your spine. 

“That’s- my- fucking - girl!”  each growl of a word, staccato and punctuated with his cock. Then he totally lets loose. You thought he was fucking you hard before… he wasn’t. Now he is pummeling you into the bed, you can do nothing but moan in mindless pleasure as he drives himself to climax inside you, grunting throatily into your ear in ‘Mmmm’s and Unnghhs and ‘yeses’. Finally he pushes deep into your throbbing cunt, his ass shaking as he cums in you. You wrap your legs around his tight waist holding him to you as he shivers in bliss.

“Fuck, Princess, nobody has ever made me feel like you do, “ his forehead sweaty against your own. You are inhaling one another’s panting breaths. 

“Same baby, No one, ever,” you manage to get out. 

You lay there, him still inside you, cradling him on your body for several minutes, just basking in him. 

“I know that was supposed to be punishment, but holy fuck that was amazing,” you tell him.

“Oh sweetheart,” he disentangles himself and lays next to you, “I could never actually punish you. I don’t want to make anything REALLY hurt. Once I saw how wet it was making you… I just had to keep going. Fuck it was hot. I’ll have to do that again, if you want me to.” 

“Oh, yes, yes I do! I also liked you manhandling me like that,” you giggle just a bit, giddy that he wants more of you. 

He props himself up on an elbow to look down at you with a serious look on his face. 

“But I need you to know, I wasn’t playing. I am the only man who gets to fuck this pussy as long as you are MY Princess.” 

“I wasn't playing either, I meant it when I said 'this pussy belongs to Austin Butler’. Besides, you are the only man that has ever been able to make me cum like that, Austin,” you return his serious look. 

The smile that breaks out across his face and the huge relieved sigh he lets out is all the reply you need. He moves up on the  bed, sitting up slightly on the pillows. He puts out his arms and gathers you to him. You snuggle down into his chest, his strong arms wrapped around you. It’s heaven. 

“Austin,” you say his name casually, although what you have to ask might be delicate.

“Yes, my Angel?” he replies in a relaxed tone. 

“How many women have you had in this bed?” You are mostly just curious, also kind of wanting to ask how often he does something like this. 

“This bed?” his finger pokes the comforter under you both, “None.” 

You sit up, looking at him, brows furrowed,  “None!?” your tone incredulous.

He pops one eye open, “Oh, excuse me. One, now, “ he closes his eye again,  but smiles coyly.

“Wait, what do you mean Austin, do you not usually bring your women here?” 

He opens his eyes, looking at you as though you are joking. 

“I don’t have ‘women’, Princess,” his head barley shaking side to side.

“Hold up, have you seen you? Gorgeous, talented, famous. Women fall over themselves to get to you. How is it possible that I’m the only woman you’ve taken to your bed?” 

“It’s not for lack of them trying. And I’m not saying I’ve not played around from time to time, I’ve lived life, y’know.  But this, here, this is my inner sanctum, Angel.  I don't let just anybody in my house, let alone in my bed, only my special girl. Only my Princess.” brushes a stray hair from your face, “and you have to remember, I’m a shy, introverted boy.” 

Your heart swells. The words ‘I love you, Austin’ are threatening to fall from your lips. But you won’t say it first. There is too much at stake here, so you bite your tongue. You pull yourself up to straddle his legs. On your knees, your head is bowed to his chest. You are afraid you’ll spill it all if you look right at him.  His hands go to your face, you can tell they are shaking a little. He tilts your head to look directly at him. 

“Princess, isn’t it obvious? You have to know that I’m falling for you,” his voice is quiet, lips slightly shaking. His azure eyes are searching yours for any sort of reciprocation. You can see he put himself out on the line saying that so soon. 

“Oh Austin,” your hand gently cups his cheek, gazing at him with infinite adoration, ”I’m so yours.” 

Your every sense is filled with Austin. His blue eyes fill your own; the scent of his skin and your love making fills your nostrils; every inch of your skin in contact with his is alight; his sonorous voice and your rapid heartbeat echoing in your ears; your mouth is suddenly on his, tasting the words off his tongue.  

As you lean into the kiss, his arms go around you, hands grasping, seemingly wanting to pull you under his very skin with desire. They roam your shoulders and massage down your back around your hips and to your front. 

He lets go of your mouth and leaves a trail of kisses down your neck to your chest. He takes a nipple in his mouth, aided by his left hand, and sucks gently. Breath flows in silently through your open mouth as your chest swells towards him. You feel your pussy drip with new moisture. Your fingers weave through his messy hair, his fucking amazing hair.  His fingers trace down your belly and to your now drenched pussy, rubbing against your cum-soaked lips, delving gently between them, then pausing. 

“Can I?” he says around your nipple, looking up at you. 

“You’d better,” you say with a lift of your eyebrow. 

“Yes Ma’am,” he smiles.

He slips his skillful fingers inside you and returns his mouth to its work of licking and sucking. Tingly strands of sensation course their way from your nipples to your core. His long fingers press in, catching the filaments of pleasure and seemingly tethering them inside you. Then they curl knowingly, just so, to the spongy tissue just behind your pubic bone. His wet thumb nestles just above the hood of your clit, drawing slow figure-eights.

Your hips begin rolling against his hand before you even register they are moving. High-pitched, breathy Oh’s shake from between your lips, dissipating almost before they leave your mouth. You begin to be lost in his touch. 

His eyes are closed, taking his business seriously. Your wet pussy sounds are just barely audible.  You feel his cock hardening under you, your thighs teasing his shaft as you move. 

You gasp and clench down, pleasure spiking as he sucks just a little harder and his thumb darts across your clit. Your hands tighten, pulling his hair. 

How one hand and one mouth could make you feel so much you can’t even begin to fathom. Of course the fact that it’s Austin’s hand, well, enough said. 

The constant, perfect movement of his hand is winding you up so tight. The light nibble of his teeth against your sensitive nipple notching up each new degree of heat reached. Hot coils compress behind your clit, fanned by the quickened puffing of your breath. Austin’s fingers pull you tighter, tighter, and tighter still, showing no intention of stopping.

“God you are so fucking beautiful like this,” his dark eyes are shining up at you, mirrors of your desire.  

He takes his cue from the quickening of your pace to grind just a little deeper with his thumb, push just a little harder and faster with his finger until your body stiffens on the brink. Moments after your pelvis starts twitching over the point of no return.  His hand is gone, he tilts his hips, pushing you slightly up and sinks his cock into you as you roar out your orgasm. 

Now you are riding him, a bucking bronco. Hands on your hips, thumb still on your clit,  he is slamming in and out of you through your orgasm. The difference in sensation between his slow deliberate fingers and thumb, and his pounding cock sends you through the roof, boggling 

your mind. Your orgasm just keeps on going as he fucks you.

Your body, not one whit under your control, convulses right off of his cock and forward. Almost beaning him in the head. 

“Oh, no my Princess, you aren’t getting away that easily,” his hand is immediately rubbing your vulva, keeping you stimulated, the other is behind your neck, pulling your mouth to his. Your hips slowly push back, trying to avoid his hand, your knees bending. His cock brushes your lips, he thrusts in again and your body straightens again like he was burning hot. Austin’s hand is still playing with your clit.

“Oh, god Austin, I can’t! ” you hear yourself pleading, shaking your head. Of course, you don't want him to stop. 

"Look at me now,” his voice is commanding so that you can’t help but open your eyes to him. “My darling Princess,” he shifts to sweet and gentle, “I am right here, baby.” He is slowly pushing your hips back to meet his cock. “You can do this,” he is nodding and you mimic him, biting your lower lip. “Just look at me, my Angel," his tip sinks between your folds. 

Your whole body shudders in ecstasy as he sinks you on top of him, your groan is swallowed by his mouth on yours.  Then he moves in you again, his grip on your hips forcing you to take him deep again and again. Your hands are holding onto the headboard for dear life. Your head is shaking and you chant “no no no no no no!” Then your nod is almost a vibration up and down, “yes yes yes yes FUUUUUCKKK!” You peak up again, flooding him, dripping around his cock and down his balls.   You don’t see it, but his eyes go wide and he struggles to maintain control over his orgasm as your pussy clenches around his cock. His hips freeze, cock in you still. You break into a din of maniacal giggles just before he dives in lightly for your clit again, refusing to give you a moment of reprieve. 

“No nononono stop, I mean it!” you yell out. 

"Do you still remember what the safe word is?" Austin’s voice is quiet and calm.

“Yes, yes, yes I do,” your words gasping, moaning, whining.

"Mhmm, ok, then Angel."  His fingers draw sex runes on your clit as he thrusts into you. 

You lunge to the side, off of him and pull your knees up. Your body tries to protect itself from his insistent, delicious fuckery, while at the same time your mind is begging him to go harder, deeper, more. He is on you like a flash, his cock deep in you from behind, screwing you half blind. You want to say the word and hell no you won’t. 

"Ss- sss- ss-,” you shove your fist into your mouth, shaking your head, ”no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" you say around your own knuckles, spit dripping down your wrist. 

 "What was that, darling?” his hands are on your ankles, prying them apart and pushing his hips between them so you can’t close them. 

“That doesn’t sound like your word, hunny,” his face looking down on you is an open book; kind, attentive, concerned about your deepest well being; while his fingers dance like the devil around your clit.   

It drives you absolutely wild, and he fucking knows it. You just grit your teeth, your head rolling violently side to side.The pleasure is just too much, you have to say it, you know he won’t stop until you do. Your back arches, tilting your head up, the war raging inside you. 

“SU- SU- SU-” you feel him slow slightly, anticipating, leaning down to kiss you. ”FUCK NO!” your hands as white as the sheets they are fisting into. 

“Oh Princess, that’s not it either,” he takes a big breath, planting a light kiss on your forehead. “Here we go,” his deep voice rumbling from his chest to yours.  His hands go to your shoulders. Gripping tight. You can’t tell what he’s about to do, until he’s pounding your pussy like a fucking freight train. 

“C’mon baby, you can do it,” his voice is low in your ear.  “You’ve been so good, taking it for me in that dripping pussy. But I can go all fucking night.” You realize that yes, yes he can. You can’t outlast him, he’ll fuck you through the night and into the next day.

You are thrashing under him, nails digging into his back.   His cock is filling you so fucking full over and over. You are screaming wordless screams into his shoulder. 

Finally you cave, “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck SUSHI!! SUSHI!! AUSTIN FUCKING SUSHI!!” 

His hips slam once, twice more. His lips crush to yours, breath rushing into his nose, then he is moaning into your mouth. His hips shudder as he empties himself deep into you. You had no idea he was that close. God, this man.

“Oh sweet Angel, that’s my good girl,” he cradles your shaking head between his hands. 

You are a sopping mess, tears are coursing unbidden down your cheeks as you shake and shiver in overwhelm. He rolls to the side, sitting up and gathers you up, safe in his arms. 

“That was amazing darling, you are amazing.” he lightly kisses both your eyelids. 

“I am so proud of you, my Princess!” You took so much more that I thought you could.” 

He rocks you and pets you and calls you pretty. Once he knows you aren’t going to hyperventilate he reaches for a water bottle that sits on his bedside table. He pulls you to sitting and helps you take a drink. A drop escapes and trails over your chin and down your front. He catches it on his finger as you blow out a huge breath, rubbing your eyes. 

“Thank you, Austin. That was… fuckin’… wow,” you smile lopsidedly up at him. 

“You are most welcome, my special Princess,” he kisses your nose. 

You both exhale in perfect contentment and doze off, curled in each other's arms. 

 After a bit of a catnap, you both come to. He insists that he rinse you off in the shower. 

“I made you dirty, sweetheart. Plus it’s nicer to sleep clean.” 

 You brush your teeth and gather your hair up loosely on top of your head in two ponytails with additional  ties near the ends.  He is already in bed when you walk in from the bathroom, covers back and is waiting for you.

“Get over here my Sleepy Bunny with your two floppy ears,  I want goodnight kisses.” 

You crawl between the sheets and into his open arms. He plants kisses on your cheeks, your forehead and your nose before pressing his lips to yours with a little growl. 

“Goodnight my Sexy Bunny Princess Angel,” you can tell he is ready to conk out, exhausted.

“Goodnight my Amazing Sexy Austin,” you smile, you realize you are actually exhausted too. 

Snuggled together all clean and happy, if a bit overwhelmed, you both drift off, smiling like idiots.

[mooodyblue]

More little!austin please 🙏🏽 maybe he’s being particularly needy one day

ask and you shall receive! hope this is okay 🫶🏼 thank you for the request !!

needy boy

warnings: agere, little space

wc: 912

masterlist

you were snuggled up on the couch, catching up on your shows when austin finally came home. he padded his way through the front door, tossing his keys in the small bowl on the table near the door. you sat up and smiled at him, "how was it?"

he sighed, "annoying." he'd spent another morning doing interviews and press for his oscar campaign. as grateful as he was to be nominated, he just wished people would ask him different questions for once. "gonna change." he muttered as he walked into your shared bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

it'd been hard watching austin leave the house every morning as one big bundle of nerves, anxiously preparing himself for more campaigning and meetings then return home defeated, annoyed and frustrated. you turned to look at him as he opened the bedroom door, hair messy and dressed in a pair of pajama pants with a matching shirt, dragging his feet to you. you gave him a sad smile and sat back, stretching your arms out for him to come cuddle up next to you. he threw himself back on the couch and in your arms, comforted by your sweet scent and warmth.

"ready for all of this to be over." he murmured.

"i know baby, just another month." you reassured him.

austin looked pulled away to look at you, a nervous look on his face. there was something different in his eyes, a look you hadn't seen in awhile. "can i...um..." he looked down at your lap then back at your eyes, hoping you understood what he was asking. you nodded, moving to the end of the couch and patting your lap for him to rest his head on. the two of you sat there in a comfortable silence. as you moved your hand to play with his hair, he let out a small whine. "don't."

you knew why he didn't want you touching his hair, but it was needed and you both knew it. the look you saw in his eyes earlier said enough. "let me take care of you, aus. it's okay."

he glanced up at you, a doubtful look on his face. but he nodded, and you began to run your fingers through his hair. he tried not to slip and you could tell he was fighting it. the stress and worries combined with you helping him feel safe and comfortable, it wasn't helping. "relax, baby. momma's got you." you cooed, feeling him loosen up and relax as he curled his knees up to his chest and allowed you to massage his scalp. "feeling better?"

"mhm...." he felt himself dozing off and adjusted himself more comfortably.

"let's not fall asleep on momma's lap." you chuckled, sitting him up. he whined when you got up and tugged at your arm. "don't go."

"i'm just-"

"no. don't go, momma stay. stay with ausie." he begged, tugging at your arm again. you sighed and caved in, sitting back on the couch with him and allowing him back in your lap.

austin refused to leave you side today. not only that, but he required your full attention. one distraction and austin's there to pull you out of it.

while on the phone with one of your relatives, he got on the couch with his knees tucked under him as tugged at your sleeve for what seemed to be the hundredth time in a span of just a couple hours. "momma." you held up your finger at him, gesturing asking him to wait a minute. he whined and tugged again. "mommaaa~"

you looked up, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before ending your phone call and placing your phone on the side table. "what, baby?" you asked, trying to not show annoyance in your voice.

"ummm....." it was as if he forgot what he was going to ask you, fixing himself on the couch as he tried to remember what he wanted. "snack, please?"

"oh, of course!" you got up to head to the kitchen, but not before austin grabbed at you again, holding his hand out. you chuckled and took his hand, holding it as he followed you into the kitchen. he sat at the counter as he kicked his legs back and forth, patiently waiting for his snack. you opted with making him a pb&j sandwich, cutting it in half and putting the plate in front of him. "momma?"

"yes, aus?"

"no crust."

you sighed and took the plate back, cutting off all the crust and putting it back in front of him. austin was full of requests today. it wasn't just him asking for you to remove the crust, but it was followed with him asking you to cut them in the squares. then, for his sippy cup to be filled with apple juice. then he wanted you to feed him. oh, but it didn't stop there.

after he helped you clean up the dishes, he tugged on your sleeve again. you finally snapped, holding his hands and letting out a defeated sigh. "baby, let's tone it down a notch. okay? do you wanna go take a nap, maybe?" you suggested, silently praying that taking a break would help him calm down a little. as much as you loved tending to all of his needs, it was just one of those days.

austin's lips perked up, it was like you read his mind. "cuddles?"

"lots and lots of cuddles."

[ereardon]

Hi Em!

Happy I year tumblr anniversary 🥳🥳🥳 I can’t believe that the chokehold that Tom Gun Maverick had held on is all has lasted for so long and is still going strong 😂

Your stories have been a huge and wonderful part of the fandom experience for me, so thank you for that!

I would love to know more about what Jake and Natalie from My Girl are up to now 🥰

Hi Beth — thanks so much!!! No like I signed up for Tumblr thinking I'd read one or two TGM fics ... and look where I ended up haha. I'm so glad you've enjoyed my fics, and I always love seeing your name in my notifications so thank YOU for reading!! My Girl holds such an important place on my masterlist so thank you for asking about it!

In my head, Jake and Natalie end up having 2 more babies after Henry — a set of twins, one boy and one girl! I can't remember if I've said that HC before. Ellie takes to being a big sister like a fish to water, she absolutely loves the babies. Ellie also becomes a really amazing photographer in her teen years, so she takes Nat's newborn photos with the twins.

Honestly, after everything they went through, they deserve the happiest ending of any of my couples! I think on Mother's Day, Jake spoils Natalie rotten. I'm talking flowers, chocolate, cinnamon rolls in bed, massages at 5 star hotels. He spares no expense.

Jake also cuts back from work where he can the older he gets and after the twins are born. He climbs the ranks quickly and becomes senior enough that he does less missions and more paperwork in the office, but that's OK by him because his top priority is being with his family.

Natalie continues to work as an attorney, going remote after Henry and never looking back. She is around to help Ellie with school projects that way, and when Ellie goes off to college — UT Austin of course — Natalie is the one she calls the first night she's gone and homesick. The next day, a dozen donuts are on her doorstep because even after all those years, Ellie and Natalie still spent Sunday mornings together eating donuts by the ocean and chatting.

[kiankiwi]

Imagine E giving baby Aus tummy rubs/massages when he can tell Aus has a tummy ache or needs help trying to poop.

He definitely has to do that sometimes. He gives him all the medicines and kinda coaches him through the pain and lets him squeeze his hand and reassures him that if he just listens to his body, he'll be okay and it'll be over soon. And as soon as it works and he's clean again, they both lay in bed and watch a movie, just letting Austin rest because he's had a hard couple days in pain

[liveloverelax]

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**Best Day Spa in Austin: Reviews and Recommendations You Can Trust!**

Introduction

Finding the perfect day spa can feel like a daunting task, especially in a vibrant city like Austin, Texas, where options abound. Whether you're seeking a relaxing escape from the daily grind or looking for a luxurious pampering session, knowing which spas to trust is essential. This comprehensive guide aims to provide you with detailed reviews and recommendations for the best day spa in Austin. We’ll explore what makes these spas stand out, their unique offerings, and how they can enhance your relaxation journey.

Best Day Spa in Austin: Reviews and Recommendations You Can Trust!

When it comes to rejuvenation, nothing quite compares to the experience of spending a day at the spa. The best day spas in Austin not only offer massages and facials but also create an environment that promotes overall wellness. From serene atmospheres to highly skilled therapists, each spa provides something unique.

Why Choose a Day Spa?

Day spas are designed for individuals looking to take a break from their hectic lives without committing to an overnight stay. They typically offer a variety of services:

Massages: Ranging from Swedish to deep tissue. Facials: Tailored treatments to revitalize your skin. Body treatments: Scrubs and wraps that nourish your body. Nail care: Manicures and pedicures for pampered hands and feet.

All of this can be enjoyed within just a few hours, making it an ideal choice for busy individuals or couples looking for quality time together.

What Makes the Best Day Spa?

Finding the best day spa involves considering several factors:

1. Location Matters

When searching for "day spa near me," convenience plays a significant role. A centrally located spa minimizes travel time and maximizes relaxation.

2. Quality of Services Offered

The range of services available can greatly influence your experience. Look for spas that offer customizable packages such as "spa day packages" or "couples spa day."

3. Professional Staff

Highly trained professionals ensure that you receive top-notch service. Check reviews focusing on staff expertise when evaluating options.

4. Ambiance and Cleanliness

A clean and serene environment enhances relaxation—look out for spas that emphasize hygiene and soothing decor.

5. Client Reviews

Past experiences shared by clients often provide insight into what you can expect from your visit.

Top Picks for the Best Day Spa in Austin

Now that we understand what makes a great day spa let’s dive into some top contenders!

Adagio Day Spa Overview

Located in downtown Austin, Adagio Day Spa is renowned for its tranquil atmosphere and professional staff.

Services Offered Signature massages Customized facials Body scrubs Couples packages Why It Stands Out

Adagio emphasizes pure relaxation with its soothing ambiance and high-quality products.

The Spa at the Four Seasons Hotel Austin Overview

For those https://goo.gl/maps/6kf9gv3i7UWQEk537 seeking luxury, the Spa

[tenaciouspizzajellyfish]

The Best Spas in Austin: Reviews and Recommendations

Introduction

Austin, the vibrant capital of Texas, is known for its eclectic culture, lively music scene, and mouthwatering cuisine. However, it's also home to some of the best spas that offer a perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of city life. Whether you're looking for a day spa experience or a luxurious spa day, Austin has something for everyone. In this comprehensive guide, we will explore the best spas in Austin, providing you with https://topspa1.weebly.com/best-spa-in-austin detailed reviews and recommendations that will help you unwind and indulge in pure relaxation.

The Best Spas in Austin: Reviews and Recommendations

When it comes to pampering yourself, choosing the right spa can make all the difference. The best spas in Austin not only provide exceptional services but also create an atmosphere that encourages tranquility and rejuvenation. From unique treatments to soothing environments, let's dive into what each spa has to offer.

What Makes a Great Spa? Atmosphere and Ambiance

A great spa should feel like an oasis of calm. Look for spaces that incorporate natural elements like wood, water features, and soft lighting. This ambiance can significantly enhance your overall experience.

Quality of Services

The hallmark of any top-notch spa is the quality of services offered. Whether it's massages, facials, or body treatments, ensure that the technicians are well-trained and experienced.

Variety of Treatments

The best spas often offer a wide range of treatments tailored to meet different needs—be it relaxation or therapeutic care.

Cleanliness and Hygiene Standards

Cleanliness is paramount when selecting a spa. A well-maintained facility reflects professionalism and enhances your comfort level during your visit.

Customer Service Experience

Friendly staff members who are attentive to your needs can greatly improve your experience. Look for spas that prioritize customer service.

Top 5 Spas in Austin 1. The Spa at Four Seasons Hotel Austin Overview

Located on the shores of Lady Bird Lake, The Spa at Four Seasons offers breathtaking views alongside an extensive list of rejuvenating treatments.

Signature Treatments Texas Wildflower Body Scrub: A refreshing exfoliation treatment using local ingredients. Therapeutic Massage: Customizable massages tailored to individual needs. Ambiance

With its serene environment enhanced by natural light and tranquil sounds from nature, this spa invites guests to relax deeply.

Pricing

Expect to pay premium prices here; however, many guests say it's worth every penny for such an immersive experience.

2. Viva Day Spa Overview

Viva Day Spa combines luxury with affordability while offering a variety of spa day packages. Whether you want a quick escape or full day spa near me an all-day treatment plan, they’ve got you covered.

Signature Treatments Organic Facial: Utilizing organic products for sensitive skin. Couples Massage: Perfect for romantic getaways

[theboysfromaustin]

In honor of all the stupid screaming accident attorney ads I've endured over the last 2 days, a repost.

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June 12, 2004

Ian grumbled hitting 'mute' on the remote.  Kazuo reached up from his place laying across Ian's lap, fingers trailing across his stubbly chin, "Hey?" "Mm?" Ian glanced down. Kazuo gestured at the ad playing on the television, "Do you not play well with other attorneys?" "Depends on the attorney." "I know when you guys aren't barking and snarling at each other, you do the get-togethers…"

"It's the billboard and television guys,"

Ian sighed, sinking deeper into his ratty Sears couch. Kazuo cocked his head, "What about 'em?" "Well, you know, it’s…" Ian sighed again, gently resting one hand on Kazuo's chest, "It's such a pompous thing to do!  Giant, hideous billboards, and the most obnoxious ads you can think of, screaming about car accidents…And then they put the costs of ads and billboards into their client's costs," Ian adjusted his position on the couch, "The only ad I've ever run outside the phone book and website has been in the Austin Chronicle, and they didn't start publishing until the early 80s."

"Purist."

"Maybe I am.  I'd rather be affordable to my clients, and I paid your grandfather well above what was the norm the whole time, up until he died.  He had your mum and grandmum to support, after all.  And then I was helping Maureen and Shirley as well. I don't take a large amount of winnings.  And the people I help…"

Ian smiled, stroking Kazuo's chin, gently tapping the double studs that pierced him, "The people I help generally come to me by word of mouth.  People who may not bring the biggest payday or have been declined by other attorneys for one reason or another.  They challenge me." Kazuo touched his wrist, stroking the underside, "And that's why you're the best." "I've helped a lot of people who wouldn't have gotten justice otherwise."

"You know what I love about you?"

"What?"

"Your air of nobility.  You're honest.  You do the right thing, to take care of people.  Just because nobody else will." "I became a lawyer because I wanted to help people.  Lots of hard cases.  Real hard." "I'm glad my granddad worked for you.  I needed you in my life.  You needed me." "Lot of people don't like lawyers, and I blame the ones who prey on people in desperate need.  Had some real bad cases.  Things people shouldn't have to go through."

"You're a hard worker. I'm going to make sure you get a lot of attention, and lots of massages to relax you.  You've worked hard for over forty years - do you ever really stop and take care of yourself?" "I take aspirin and soak my feet." "Oh, no.  That won't do." Kazuo sat up, placing his hands on Ian's shoulders, resting his cheek on Ian's, "You need to be cared for." "Yeah?"  Ian shut his eyes, "You know, the people I help do care for me.  Come Christmas time, we'll start getting a lot of food dropped off."

"Food?"

"Casseroles, desserts, baked goods, tamales…" "Oh my god, I love tamales." "Even years after I helped them, people still drop off food.  It's very nice, and I appreciate it." "The big advertising lawyers don't get that." "Huh.  They wouldn't." "They get to pay for television and billboards…probably radio, too, honestly.  You probably don't pay much for the Chronicle ad." "Hardly anything." "So you're better off.  Although…are you going to hire a new paralegal?"

"Oh god, I'm terrible at interviewing.  Your grandfather showed up, showed me his credentials, and I just….offered him a job.  He took it, thank Christ." "Good ol' granddad," Kazuo stood, stretching.  "Where you goin'?" "Drain the lizard." "Know what I love about you?  You're so charming." "I know," he grinned, walking around the couch, stopping to plant a wet kiss on Ian's head.

Ian shook his head, chuckling.  After a couple minutes, Kazuo reappeared, heading into the kitchen.  "What are you getting?  Bring me the Triscuits!" "I can bring you a wicker chair from the porch to eat!" "Crackers!" Kazuo came back with a legal pad, pencil and the Triscuits, flopping into Ian's lap.  "What are you writing?" "I have been seized with genius." "Uh-oh." "You're gonna like this."

Ian cocked his head shoving Triscuits into his mouth, watching Kazuo write, stroking his boyfriend's long, silky hair.  Kazuo hummed softly, leaning into Ian, who now had a handful of his ass.  The black-haired man was writing, thinking for a moment before continuing.  Ian wrapped his arms around his waist, nose buried into his hair, exhaling softly.

"You have wicker chair breath." Ian tilted Kazuo's head up, breathing into his nose.  "Ah!" Kazuo flailed, almost falling off the couch.  "Sometimes I need to get revenge on your for bar stank and lactose intolerance." "Horrible." "War crime." "Beanpole." "You're like if someone bestowed sentience and gayness on a filthy leather jacket." "Fuck, you're good at that," Kazuo resettled himself in Ian's lap.  

Ian kissed his head, "You're super cute, though." Kazuo chuckled, turning his attention back to writing, quiet for a moment before, "You know, I'm surprised my dad hasn't come looking for me." "You said he can't do much travel, right?" "Yeah, because of the oxygen." "Well, if he does show up, I'll headbutt him in the face." "Ooh, big strong man." "That's right, I'll protect your sexy little arse." "I like that.  Can you believe we've been together less than two weeks?" "I'm much happier than in any other relationship." 

"I think I would have killed my dad by now." "I want to kill him.  I'm a lawyer.  I can get away with it." "That makes you sexier." “Mmmm, I love that,” Ian squeezed Kazuo close, head on his shoulder, “Is this an ad you're writing?”

“The greatest ad ever written.”

“Better than that one Sears commercial?” “Which…” “You know exactly which one.  The man and woman…the air conditioner…” Ian let his fingers stroke Kazuo’s chest.  “Oh.  That one.” “I knew you'd know it.” “Oh, it's in my head now.  You're evil.  And sexy.” “Hehehe,” Ian kissed the back of Kazuo’s head, relishing the closeness.

Kazuo smiled, leaning into Ian.  He was glad he could be himself around the older man - and he knew Ian was relieved that he could be himself around Kazuo.  The younger man nuzzled against Ian, writing, a grin on his face, writing.  Ian looped his legs over Kazuo’s, gently lipping at his earrings.

“You're very affectionate.”

“I have to make up for lost time.” “I'll help you make it up later, so don't eat yourself into a Triscuit coma.” Ian grinned, shoving more crackers in his mouth, “Love you, honey.” “And I love you.  Here,” Kazuo handed him the notepad.  “Let's see…’The Law Assholes’?” Ian cocked his head.  “It's making fun of the screaming attorneys that you loathe.”

Ian started giggling as he read, ��Oh my god, you are your mother’s son.  I'm glad you didn't get your sense of humor beaten out of you, my love.” Kazuo shuddered with pleasure as Ian leaned down to nibble at his neck.  “You're a very talented writer.  I love this.  You know,” Ian stroked Kazuo’s cheek, “We could take my Betacam, go out out and actually film this.”

“Wait, really?!” “Yeah!  It'd be fun.  I know Maureen would love to see this.” “Probably have a Texas flag in the garage somewhere.” Kazuo turned around, laying chest to chest, “You’re so cute.” “So are you.  God, I got lucky,” Ian played with Kazuo's hair, “I've got a clever little monster who adores me, and in turn, I adore.” Kazuo leaned in, kissing him, taking Ian's face in his hands.  Ian arched his back, letting go of the notepad, which clattered to the floor.

Filming would have to wait.

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And the Law Assholes script:

Ian, standing on the side of I-35: DID YOU DO SOMETHING DUMB AS SHIT AND GET CREAMED BY ANOTHER DRIVER? YOU MAY BE ENTITLED TO COMPENSATION!

Ian, now on 6th street: WERE YOU DRUNK AND PARADING DOWN SIXTH STREET?! COMPENSATION!

Ian, now standing in front of the Dirty Dog Bar: DID YOU PUNCH A BARTENDER AND THEY HIT YOU BACK?! COMPEN-GOD DAMN-SATION!

I DONT GIVE A SHIT IF THERE’S VIDEO EVIDENCE SHOWING YOU IN THE WRONG! YOU DESERVE COMPENSATION BECAUSE YOU’RE AMERICAN!

Kazuo, in a really bad arm cast in front of the capitol: The Law Assholes got me eleventy-million dollars when I got hammered at a UT football game and wandered onto MoPac!

Ian, furiously waving a Texas flag in front of the Stevie Ray Vaughan Statue: CALL THE LAW ASSHOLES! WE’LL SCREAM AT THE JUDGE AND OPPOSING ATTORNEY UNTIL WE WIN! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

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If most people were born with a battery that could store 100%, then Leiden Good was born with a battery that could store 20 to 25% max. Everyday he started off already drained. By the time he got to lunch all he wanted was to sleep. And by the end of the day he was barely a person anymore. A years ago when he’d started high school he’d joined the film studies club since it seemed like the easiest way to avoid anything strenuous.. That hadn’t worked out like he’d hoped.

Austin was a fountain of energy, and highly motivated. She rallied the club and through sheer force of personality managed to make a movie happen. Even Leiden had been swept up in her flow. 

But now… she’s gone… So, here in his second year of high school, there was no reason his club life couldn’t finally be just sitting in the empty club room, watching movies, and waiting for the club to be disbanded. Except now there was this new kid… 

Leiden sighed wearily, and checked his phone. 

Leiden: “Sy should be…”

A tall slender young man with short brown hair leaned against the wall. He was standing near the front of the school grounds on the street. He was exerting a strange pressure. He’d swapped his uniform vest out for a jacket and he was constantly shifting between various poses.

Mio: “What’s he doing..?”

Leiden: “... Trying to pick up girls.”

Mio: “Wh-What?”

Leiden sighed and massaged his brow.

Leiden: “He’s said his goal this year is to get a girlfriend.”

Mio: “.... uh.. huh…” 

Leiden walked up to Sy. 

Sy: “Yo, dude… I’m busy here.”

Leiden: “The posing is too much, man.. You’re giving off a ‘trying too hard’ kind of vibe..”

Sy blushed. He then seemed to notice Mio for the first time. 

Sy: “Agh! Wait don’t tell me you got one!” 

Leiden: “Huh? G-Got one? This is Mio. She’s a freshman, and she’s interested in-”

Sy glowered darkly at Leiden.

Sy: “If you came here to brag….”

Leiden karate chopped Sy on the head.

Leiden: “She’s interested in joining the club.”

Sy: “Eh? Huh? The film studies club? You’re actually recruiting?”

Mio: “Nope! I saw the film you all made last year and I was so inspired that I sought the club out myself!”

Sy: “... Inspired… Woah… Are we actually kind of impressive?”

Leiden grimaced.

‘D…Don’t say it out loud man..’

Sy: “Even so.. All that filming. Running around getting sound. Editing videos. Reshoots. B-Roll… It was like hell..”

Leiden: “Well, see Mio? He’s worn out. Nothing we can do about that, right?”

Mio grinned, this Sy guy seemed easy enough.

Mio: “You know…. A bunch of my friends are joining clubs… I bet pretty soon I’ll be hanging out with lots of upperclassmen… If I had a couple of reliable upperclassmen of my own to recommend I wonder what could happen…”

‘... S-Such obvious bait..’

Sy: “Well well, another year in the film studies club, huh? Seems exciting..”

‘DON’T GIVE IN SO EASILY!!’

Leiden: “What about the long hours?! The hard work? Carrying bags?”

Sy: “Eh…? Well, you know. I’ve been working out lately. It should be pretty easy, I guess? I’m Sy Chambers.”

Mio: “Mio Nogami.” 

Leiden: “... Introduction.”

Sy: “That guy’s Leiden Good.” 

Leiden: “‘That guy..’”

Sy: “Ah! But there is one request I’d like to make.”

Leiden: “Huh..?”

Sy: “Movie days! If we wanna get better at making movies we have to understand them by watching them. I’m really insistent on this one. One movie each week!

Mio: “W-Well… As long as they’re interesting.”

Leiden smirked. This girl had no idea what she was agreeing to. Sy’s movie taste could only be described as ‘pretentious’. Whenever he’d brought something in before it was always some subtitled foreign film with an extremely complex plot. She’d be begging to be out of this club in no time..

Leiden: “Eh..? A movie per week doesn’t sound so bad. As president I approve.”

Sy: “Wait, you’re president? Ah.. Actually that makes sense. You were basically Austin’s right hand man. Can I be Vice President though? It’ll look good on my resume…”

Leiden: “Ah.. sure.”

Mio: “Hurm.. Austin’s right hand, huh?”

Leiden: “Eh? Yeah?”

Mio: “I thought you two were dating.”. 

Leiden: “D-Dating?”

Sy: “He WISHES.”

Leiden glowered at Sy. Mio looked a bit confused.

Mio: “Didn’t you two kiss at the film festival though?”

Leiden froze. His entire body drained of color except a burning red in his cheeks slowly spreading up to his ears. 

Sy: “HAH! Those two? No wa-”

Leiden: “......”

Leiden slowly turned on his heel to walk away. Sy stopped and looked to Leiden expecting agreement, only to find him trying to slink away.

Sy: “Eh? Huh? Wait? What?! You didn’t? Did you?!”

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Mio looked between them.

Mio: “Oh… It was a secret… I guess?”

Leiden marched away. 

Leiden: “I’ll-see-you-both-tomorrow.Goodbye.”

Sy: “YOU TRAITOR!!! YOU NEVER TOLD ME!!!”

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  Fantasy Come True  Ch 8/8

Chapter 8  : Home... to our house

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, cramps, period sex (no blood), massage, fingering, slow fucking, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll) cock warming, public sex, 'can't be bothered to take your clothes off' fucking, hard and fast from behind, verbal abuse, breakup angst, Austin is just too fucking sweet to handle.

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on. 

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!

Here is the Masterlist of this series.

Chapter 8:  Home… to our house.

When you both actually wake up,  you can’t believe it’s only Saturday. Austin makes you coffee and tea, then sets out a plate of non-breakfast for you both to nibble on and you get to work. You end up taping one your two scenes with Austin off screen, reading the opposing lines. Upon review, it is so good, better than what you originally had in mind.  

You help Austin with his project for a couple hours. He is already off script, just wanting to hone bits and pieces. You are amazed at how phenomenal he is. He shies away from the kissing scene. Telling you that if he starts kissing you… he’s not gonna stop.

“Plus, I can tell you are sore love,” he says, kissing you lightly on the forehead. 

 You insist that you aren’t exactly sore, just delicious twinges that remind you insistently of last nights’ activities. 

You finish eating the early dinner you ordered in, when the cramp hits, and all is made quite clear. Your eyes close and you blow out short breaths. 

“Are you Ok, Angel?” concern written on his face.

“Well that answers why I was so fucking horny last night.” you say almost to yourself.

“What? That wasn’t a product of me admitting I’m head over heels in love with you plus my extra sexy skills?” he says, only partly teasing. 

“Yes, for sure, and,” you frown, “I’m about to get my period. Fuck! “ you bend over in pain as another one hits.

“Princess,“ he rushes to you, rubbing your low back with a sure hand. “Will you let me take care of you? I have a tried and true method of making cramps go away. And I promise that blood doesn't bother me, that’s what showers are for, sweetheart.” 

Wow, this man is truly amazing. 

“I’m not bleeding yet, just cramping,” you say shaking your head, “but how are you real, my Austin, and not a dreamed up god of a man or an angel or something?” 

He just huffs out breath and shakes his head, closing his eyes. 

“C’mon, let's get you upstairs and into a hot bath.”

……..

Austin’s chest is so solid behind you, the lavender and chamomile oil scents drifting up from the tub are almost effortlessly relaxing. 

“It’s what I use when I just need to relax,” he had said as the drops hit the surface of the hot water with tiny plops. You had watched the oils spread in slick concentric rings in front of you in  the soft glow of the candles he lit before climbing in behind you.  

Now the fingers of his left hand play at being laced in between the fingers of yours, his thumb delicately stroking your own. His right hand gently pulls your head down against his shoulder, petting a stray hair away from your face and back into the hasty bun on the back of your head. You sigh, relaxing. 

Another cramp hits, you suck air in through your teeth, your body tensing.

“Oh hunny,” his right hand drifts to your abdomen, his palm going in gentle clockwise circles. His left rubbing against your hip and along your thigh. How does he know it’s so sore there? 

The cramp dissipates quickly as his hands touch you.  It’s fucking sorcery. 

You sit in companionable silence, Austin effectively petting the cramps away as they come. 

“Are you ready now?” he asks softly after about twenty minutes in the bath.

“There’s more?” you ask incredulously. 

“Of course, my Princess, I hate that you hurt, I want to do everything I can to help you.” 

“Austin, just you touching me has helped tremendously. Thank you.” “Well that is my plan,” his hands go to the sides of the oversized tub. Water drips off his gorgeous physique as he gets out. 

“‘I’ll be right back,” he says, wrapping a towel around himself.

He is gone for about ten minutes, doing… who knows what. You lay back in the tub that is strangely empty without him. You will never be able to take a bath without Austin again, this is simply the superior way to bathe, cramps or no.

He comes back quickly with a huge warm fluffy towel that he must have pulled straight from the dryer. He wraps you in it, rubbing you head to toe. He leads you to the bed, where he has laid  out pillows and more towels ‘just in case”, he winks at you. You melt. Why does his wink turn  your bones to jello?

He positions you face down, with a pillow under your hips. You pussy is a little exposed, but the gentle pressure on your belly actually feels good. Another warm towel drapes over you. 

He gets massage oil out and kneels on the bed straddling your legs. Folding the towel out of the way, he starts with long slow strokes, spreading the oil over your hamstrings, buttocks and low back. His thumbs pull slightly at your crack, opening you up just a bit as he glides over your ass. His strong hands knead each of your legs up and down several times. His fingers and thumbs dig into your glutes and you can’t help but moan in pleasure. 

Normally, when you get massages, you try to keep your vocalizations to a minimum, but here you don’t feel shy about it at all, you want to let him know just how good it feels. He presses his knuckles into your low back, gliding along either side of your spine.

You groan.

 When he leans over you, his semi hard cock brushes against your butt cheeks. 

Sweet Mama Jones, that is a new sensation during a massage. What you hope is just your natural lube floods your insides, he feels so good. 

His hands slide from your back, over your ass, pulling your cheeks apart, his thumbs grazing your lips. He adds more oil to his hands, sliding them gently up and down your pussy lips. Then he starts all over again, backs of your thighs, glutes, low back, down to your crotch again. When he does it for a 3rd time, you open your legs for him in anticipation of his fingers on your pussy. 

“Now, my darling Angel,  I don’t want to make you hurt more, so if it does, just tell me to stop.” He is rubbing back and forth gently, fingertips barely circling your clit on the down stroke. 

“This isn’t about safe words or pushing you past some limit.” He slides a slow finger just barely inside you, every move is slow and gentle. It’s perfectly what you need right now, relaxation seeps into you. Your moans come out as low ‘mmmm’s and breathy ‘oh yeah’s. It just feels good. Who would’ve thought.  

“Don’t even worry about an orgasm, Princess,  just relax and let me make you feel good, my love.” He goes back to your glutes and your low back for a minute or two. 

Weirdly, his words are like the key clicking in the lock. His insistence of orgasm being irrelevant turns you on so much. As he nears your vulva again, your hips open up to him and you find your back arching in an attempt to convey what you want. Of course he notices and of course he gives it to you, gliding his oiled fingers against you. Afterall, this isn’t about teasing and taunting you, only about making you relax and feel good.

You turn your head, lifting your shoulders just a little. You can see him out of the corner of your eye, naked and kneeling over you. Even the fraction of him you can see is a turn on. 

“Austin baby, are you hard?” you ask in a quiet tone.

“Yes,” he simply says.

“Good. I need you in me, my Austin,”  you reach back and brush your fingertips against his knee. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you,” he sounds hesitant. 

“Yes I am, oh god yes,  please. Just go slow and be gentle,” you tone isn’t begging, more definitive. 

“Yes Ma’am.” The mattress bends under your legs as he walks his knees forward. He leans over you, his body making contact with yours, but holding himself up, not wanting to crush you. He moves his hips in a circle, his cock brushing against your buttocks. His hips lift and his shaft falls down between your legs and against your wetness.  Behind you, you hear a closed mouth moan. You reach both hands back and spread your cheeks apart for him. His tip is just at your entrance. 

“Ok my Princess, I’ll go slow, but if it hurts you gotta tell me. Remember, if you don’t cum it’s just fine, as long as you feel good.” He says in a deep voice just behind your ear. 

You nod. 

Then he pushes so slowly, not even all the way in and sits up a bit on his knees. The angle is perfect as it doesn’t put too much pressure on your uterus. Then the fucking magic begins. His thumbs rest on the joint between your back and hip and he starts massaging in ever widening circles. It is unreal how good it feels. He moves his cock slowly, deliberately in and out, but not deep. Thumbs digging in. He is a wizard and you are the subject of his marvelous spell.  You feel an insidious warmth spread through your pelvis, and after a little while, you snake your hand between you and the pillows. Rubbing gentle circles around your clit. 

You feel yourself pushed closer and closer until your orgasm spills up and out of you just as slow. An overflowing pitcher of endorphins spreading through your system like spilled milk. Your whole body shudders in joy.

“Better love?” he rubs up and down your back in long strokes. 

He pulls out as you roll over. You open your arms, wanting him close. 

“Oh god yes,” your whole body feels relaxed and happy as he settles down next to you. Cradling your head against his chest. 

“What about you?” you reach for his still hard cock, covered in your slick.  

“Oh this isn’t about me right now hun, I’m happy to make you feel better.” he intercepts your hand. 

“But that was amazing Austin, I’ve never had anyone do anything like that for me before. I want to repay you.” You lace your fingers through his hand.

“Another time my darling Princess, just rest now.” He kisses your forehead.  

You had never slept so soundly. 

Your flow starts the next morning as Austin feeds you breakfast.  It turns out to be the easiest period you’ve ever had.  

You decide not to work on the comedic scene, opting to wait until next time. When you tell Austin this, he smiles almost shyly at you. 

“I love it when you say next time,” his voice and eyes soft. “Oh yeah, that reminds me! Would you be interested in going to a party next Friday? I usually don’t go to them, but this is one of those big shindigs that I should probably be at, especially with my new project on the horizon.  If you aren’t ready, I totally understand.”

“I would freakin’ love to,” the idea of going out in the public eye on purpose with Austin is thrilling if a bit daunting, plus maybe you can do the whole rub elbows/ shake hands make deals  business deal thing. 

 “I have no idea what I’ll wear though, my closet is pretty mundane,” you say. 

“I believe I told you that I would take you shopping, plus I owe you panties. Are you feeling up to it today?” he asks.

Surprisingly, after all the … well… all the Austin, you are feeling really good, and your flow isn’t nearly as bad as it usually is. So you agree. 

He takes you to one of those fancy boutiques where they give you a private room and serve you drinks and bring you all the clothes to try on. It’s a little overwhelming at first, Austin orders you some sparkling water, knowing alcohol isn’t your jam.

Oh, and thank the lord for the body positive movement, everyone you meet is just so nice and supportive.  Austin is sitting on a little couch with a drink in his hand, smiling at how you are getting pampered. 

They whisk you away to a dressing room, trying to get the tea on you and Austin. You shrug and smile in an ‘I know but I’m not telling’ sort of way. Luckily they are cool and help you try on several things. A couple you feel comfortable enough to go out and show Austin. He nods, says you look nice. 

Then you step out of the dressing room in a white satin blouse with pearl buttons down the front. The deep V neck shows off the girls. It’s not quite scandalous, but enough that you feel sexy. The back yoke is non-existent and has, instead, black satin ribbons sewn at the neckline and the the top of the bra line creating stripes of ribbon, skin, ribbon skin. It’s tucked into a high waisted black tulip cut skirt that hits you at the knee. Just under the subtle offset downwards V in the waistline, the fabric is gathered and twisted at the front of the hip.  Which flows down into the positively libertine slit that peels back over your thigh. You were shocked at the overall effect of it in the  mirror of the dressing room, you would never have even dared to try this on, but the person helping you knew exactly what they were doing. As you step out, you know it's not just you when you see Austin’s breath catch. The subtle widening of his eyes, raising of his eye brow and nodding of his head as he tries to hide biting his lip.

“You look amazing, but how does it feel?” he asks. 

Fuck, how is he so perfect? 

You move around, sit down next to him, put your hand on the knee of his crossed legs,

“It’s actually good,” you say kind of surprisingly. The waist is not too tight when you sit, even the strappy heeled sandals are comfortable. 

The salesperson motions for you to stand. Austin watches your ass as you walk to the three way mirror. 

“This really fits you beautifully. And if we tailor the shirt right here,” they tuck the side seam together, “it’d really create that perfect curvy side silhouette with no rumples in the fabric.” 

“As long as it’s still comfortable, I’d love it,” you comment.

“Girl, I got you, contrary to popular belief, we can look amazing and be comfy at the same time,” they say with a wagging finger.

“We’ll take them,” says Austin quickly with a glimmer in his eye, “when will it be ready.” 

…

Austin drops you off at your apartment later that night. He is doing his best to hide his reluctance, hanging on to the hope that he can convince you to stay with him sooner rather than later. He is planning on picking you up on Friday morning to get your outfit for the party that night. 

It was really hard to walk into your apartment. Austin's words before you walked away from the car keep bounding around inside your head. “I may just keep you… so be ready Princess.” 

Your partner was right where you left him on the bed, playing video games. You wondered if he even moved, he gets so testy when he doesn’t see the sun. 

“Any luck?” he asked. 

“Yeah, we got one of the scenes taped, the other we’ll do later.”

“Only one? In three days? That's ridiculous . Why does everything always take you so long?” Clearly he hasn’t been outside or moved enough, that demon side of him is rearing its ugly head. 

“Yeah well that’s what it’s like-” You almost call him babe, but just… can’t. “Plus I had cramps.” 

“Oh no, well that sucks, so no banging for me huh?” he says, knowing you hate that term. 

Your “Nope,” has never been so multifaceted before. You shake your head, turn your back and walk to the kitchen. You realize you simply just can’t live like this anymore, you have seen the light and you won’t live in darkness. Something has to change and after more than a decade, it won’t be him. 

You spend the next few days mentally cataloging what you would pack and take with you.  It’s actually a nice escape, in between texts from Austin, which you actually changed to his right name. You find that, aside from your clothes and a few momentos from childhood and things that remind you of your mother, you don’t really want most of this stuff. You don’t want the old baggage anymore. You even pack up a few  things and take them to the thrift store. 

On Wednesday, you tell your partner that you will be gone starting on Friday probably all weekend.

“Again!? What are you cheating on me?” he asks, eyes narrowed. “It’s not cheating if it’s with Austin Butler,” you say with a genuine smile.

“Oh yes, of course… your perfect Auuuustin,” he teases cruelly, he's always pissy when you are on your period.  You don’t really care though, not anymore.   Because Austin is perfect, and he is yours.

You just shrug him off. 

“Whatever, weirdo. At least be sure to bring back some leftovers this time.” he says walking into the bedroom, unable to rile you.

‘Fat fucking chance,’ you think. 

You flash to Austin asking you to live with him. It’s feeling more and more tempting to just leave right now. 

‘And what about your security, your future safety?’ fucking practicality, ruining your adventurous  moment. 

…..

Austin hands the keys to the valet, then walks around to open your door. You step out to a myriad of flashes. If not for Austin’s smile at you and his fingers threaded through your own, you’d be terrified. You walk what feels a little like a gauntlet.  Austin has his game face on and yours is neutral like you guys talked about on the way over. 

“Don’t give them anything,” he had said. 

Paparazzi at the gate are yelling his name, asking who you are. You know, intellectually, that this is very mild, but it’s still a little intimidating. But you figure, if shy Austin can handle it, so can you. 

The party is in full swing, people with drinks everywhere in the big old Hollywood house. Austin clings to your hand like a lifeline at first. You aren't sure if it’s for you or for him. He relaxes as he greets people, and introduces you as his date. He is SO charming and somehow remembers everyone’s name and what they might be working on. It’s like he did homework for this party. 

You turn on all your own charm. You are chatting in an easy friendly way. It’s easy with Austin by your side, which he is, all night long. People are actually nice and welcoming. 

“I see why he likes you,” says a lady in your ear.

An official photographer is wandering around, taking pictures. You both pose for him, he asks your name. You give him your stage name. 

After an hour or so of rubbing elbows with people,  you both make your way out to the pool area. There is a big name DJ, people are dancing and drinking and some are high on… whatever. It’s loud and the energy is crazy. 

“I like this music, but it’s a little too much right now,” Austin yells in your ear. 

You notice an empty balcony off the end of the house and nod your head up that way. Austin follows your gaze and returns to your eyes with a little grin that says, “I like the way you think”. 

You covertly find your way up to the room that opens up onto this private balcony. 

You don’t notice, but Austin locks the door behind him. Inside, the music is muted, and the comparable quiet is a balm to both your ears. The room is set up to be an office. A big desk and book shelf and a couple comfy chairs fill the room. 

“You are amazing, Princess,” Austin gathers you in his arms, “It’s like you are made for this sort of thing.” 

“Thank you, darling,” you say, draping your arms around his neck, “But you, you make it look easy.” 

“I’m exhausted, too many people. I just need a little break to recharge.” His lips press to yours. The kiss starts out light, but gets deeper. A tell-tale firmness rises against your hips.

“You want to know why I like this skirt?” he looks down at you through half lidded eyes,”and why I wouldn’t let you wear any of the ten new pairs of panties I bought you?”

Your top teeth bite lightly at your bottom lip as you nod. You had been wondering when he was going to make this move, not that you know what it is. You had been expecting something in the car on the way over, but he had been the perfect gentleman all evening. Much to your throbbing pussy’s dismay. 

A most debauched  grin slides across his face. His hand traces a line up your exposed leg, right up the slit, triggering moisture to tingle inside you. Then as he pulls you closer, both hands slide around behind unclasping and unzipping your skirt.

“Austin…” you aren’t sure you are comfortable taking your clothes off here. 

“Trust me,” he says.

He grabs the waistband and twists the skirt back to front and rezips it.  The slit up your back side, barely covering your ass. 

“This was the first thing I wanted to do when I saw you in it,” he says, reaching around and sliding his hand up the slit again and under the fabric. His fingers play at the tuck of your ass. 

“C’mon,” he leads you out to the balcony. The railing is made of thick stone balusters that provide a modicum of privacy, from the waist down anyway. Only one side is open to the party below.  

“Here,” he guides you to lean forward against the balustrade, as though watching the revelry. The music is somewhat less loud here, the speakers aimed toward the center of the house. At least you can hear each other.  As you lean, the slit in your skirt slides up, your ass and pussy completely accessible to him from behind. The night is a little chilly, at least for LA. 

He cuddles you from the side, his right hand on your low back. He casually talks about the people down below, observing the human behavior while his hand slides down, rubbing your labia. 

“No big reaction now Princess, we can't let any stray onlookers know that your sweet pussy is all exposed for me back here,” he says with a smile.

You nod, your face as passive as you can make it as his fingers play at your cunt, spreading your wetness around. 

His other hand has worked his pants open, his tip just barely exposed.  

“Burrr,” he says in your ear.

“Need me to warm that for you?” you say casually. Your mind is buzzing with the idea of him inside you at such a public and potentially exposed place. 

“Oh I was hoping you’d pick up on that.” He slides in behind you, You spread your legs a little and the head of his cock rubs in your wet pussy. He leans over your back a little and points down at the crowd with a smile on his face. He is close to your ear as though he is just trying to be heard.  

“Slowly now baby, push back, open to me,” he is saying. His cock finds its way to your entrance, wet with excitement. 

Slowly he pushes in. God you want to flutter your eyelids, tilt your head back and moan he is stretching you so beautifully. But you just smile, your hands gripping the stone railing. Once he is deep in, you both stand up a bit, testing it out. He is so long it actually works. 

“Fuck you are warm, Princess,” he begins to sway a little to the music. His arms around you as though he is keeping you warm when it is actually the other way around. 

He gives you tiny little thrusts that reseat him inside you but that look just like dancing. He is driving you batty with this teasing, and you love it.  All you can do is clench your pussy down on him.

You stay that way for a couple of songs. Austin in you, holding you. Your head laid back on his shoulder. Your hands laced into his. It’s the most private of public moments. It’s sweet and sexy. As he sways back and forth, he is subtly shifting, pressing his hips into you nearly involuntarily. After a bit, he lets himself slip out of you and tucks himself back into his pants. 

You make a little sad mewling sound that you assume he doesn’t hear. But he does see the slight pout on your face that goes with it. 

“Wait ‘till I get you home,” he whispers in your ear, “I might just ruin that skirt.”  He gives you a little smile and a lift of his eyebrow before taking you back inside by the hand. 

You stayed for another hour or so. All the way home his hand is on your exposed thigh, painting small circles and lines on your inner thighs, dragging his fingers up and resettling his palm higher. Periodically he drags his pinky next to your labia, drawing a tiny line of wetness away and your breath from your body.  

You two don’t talk, he just drives and you just watch him. He is so damn beautiful, it makes you ache. Your fingers trace over the skin of his hand and wrist. Thoughts of his soon to be naked body on yours, his hands touching more than just your thigh, his scrumptious lips any and everywhere. These keep you licking and biting your lip. The sexual tension in the car is practically gelatinous by the time he pulls into the driveway.  

He parks a little haphazardly in the garage, gets out of the car and slams the door. Suddenly you are slightly worried that he might be mad, at what you don’t know. He whips open your door and offers you his trembling hand, nostrils flaring. 

“Austin, I -” he cuts you off short with a held up finger, tight lips and sizzling eyes that glance up and down your body. Oh… this is him trying to hold onto control…. Oh… oh my.

Without uttering a word, he pulls you with long strides through to the backyard.. 

Once you are next to the saltwater pool, by the patio table, he turns around abruptly to you. Shaking hands frame your face. 

“We started this outside, we’re finishing it outside,” he growls. 

You just nod, you are more turned on than you thought possible by his passionate fierceness. 

His lips take yours, his tongue insistent in your mouth.  

Your fingers are undoing the buttons on his dark blue button-down. His own do the same to the pearls on your blouse. You run your fingers in the hollow between his pecs, feeling the sprinkling of blonde hairs there. You kiss down his neck and chest to his nipples as his hands partially untuck your blouse. Your tongue plays with his nipple, thumb rubbing across the other,  as his fingers deftly undo the clasp of your bra.  You moan in pleasure against his skin as his hands rub along the skin of your bra line and cup your breasts.

“I love those fucking sounds,” he says low and intense. 

You look up at him, a whimper escapes you unbidden. He is towering over you in his heeled boots. The relative dark of the night casting shadows across his face. His fucking perfect face. 

He sits down on the edge of one of the patio chairs and pulls you forcibly between his legs. He doesn't bother to take your top all the way off, just pushes your loose bra up off your tits as he grasps them. 

His breath sounds a  deep, appreciative ‘ohhhh’ as he looks at your bountiful chest in his hands. Your roles reverse, as he raises his eyes to you now from below; lustful and libidinous. 

“These gorgeous tits have been teasing me all night long,” his voice is thick with desire,”Every time I looked at you, I wanted to rip your neckline open and suck on them.”

Then his mouth is wide on one breast, taking as much of your nipple and areola into his mouth as he can, his tongue lolling against you. 

Your fingers rake through his hair and drape around his neck. 

He pulls off with a low pop. His hand rolls your tightening, wet nub in his palm as he sucks the other side. 

Soft ‘ohhs’ and moans escape with your breath.  

He switches back and forth, flicking his tongue against your nipples one time, then sucking harder the next. Each new sensation sends new little jets of pleasure shooting from your tits to your pelvis and pushes more little moans from your mouth. You can feel your juices bubble from your pussy, lubing your inner thighs. 

He locks his wild eyes with yours and unzips the skirt slowly. It’s as though taking his time is the only way to control himself, to keep him from tearing it off you.  You assume he’s gonna slip it off, but instead, he turns it front to back again, leaving it undone this time so it rides high, your ass exposed. 

Even in the fervor of his desire, he raises an inquiring eyebrow up at you. 

“Yes,” you breathe out, nodding. Yes for what? You don’t know and you don’t care as long as it involves him. Austin can do anything he likes to you.

Abruptly you are bent over the patio table, the porcelain tile cool on your exposed breasts. You don’t remember him standing up. You hear the zipper of his fly. You arch your ass back and look invitingly over your shoulder at him. 

“Oh god Princess, I’ve needed you since the balcony,” his shirt hangs open between the edges of his suit jacket, framing his lean torso. His hand is in his boxers, pulling his cock out.

“Do it, my Austin,” you say back, just as needy.

He rubs his tip against your folds. 

“Oh my god you are so fucking wet,” he moans, brow knit together. He pushes his hardness deep in between your wet inner thighs, his tip against your clit. You smile as your thighs squeeze together. Yielding, for the moment to his deep hunger, he thrusts fast and sharp between your legs. Vocalizing in grunts. He quickly pulls away after a dozen or so, breathing through his mouth as though to control himself. 

You step your legs apart. Your ass is perfectly framed by the slit in your skirt. It’s what he has wanted since he saw you in the store last weekend. You shake your ass a little, inviting him to delve into you. 

He does. 

Soft open sounds lilt from him as he pushes in slow. In, in, in, as far as he can. His hips are smashed against your ass. FUCK he feels so damn good in you. Right at the end he gives a little extra thrust. You squeak, jerking a little against the table.  Then out  just as slow, both of you savoring every centimeter of contact. 

Once he is in deep again, he leans over your back,  unsteady fingers brush your hair aside and over your shoulder.

“You are so incredible, my gorgeous night goddess.” He pulls your chin around, your spine twisting to look at him. “Making me want you all night long in this slutty- little- skirt.” He stresses the last three words with thrusts.  His mouth is on yours as he pulls out half way and pushes in again with a little grunt before letting up. “You don’t know how much will power it took to just be in you earlier and not fuck you.” His left arm wraps around your shoulder. His hand splays over your sternum then pulls you more upright. His forefinger strokes lightly at the hollow of your throat. “I’m going to fuck you now though, hard.” 

You are caught like a fly in a web, a wet and willing sacrifice to his appetite.  

“Do you remember your word, Princess?” his voice sounds deliciously dangerous. 

You nod, not that you’ll need it. One hand wraps around his wrist, the other spreads on the cool porcelain. 

“Fuck me,” you say demandingly. You’ve needed him too, walking around with a wet pussy all night, making nice with industry people when all you wanted was a private spot and Austin.  

You can’t see the deviant smile that spreads across his face, but can hear it in his sinful chuckle. 

Then he is pounding into you from behind, pulling you onto him as much as he is fucking into you. It’s hard, it’s fast, it’s so wickedly good. Your tits are bouncing up and down. You give yourself over, completely at the mercy of his carnal desire, not anticipating an orgasm in this position.

“Oh fuck yes, so good, so tight, so mine,” his teeth are clenched next to your ear. 

His words make your head tilt back, mouth open, eyes closed. ‘His’.

His right hand dives between your legs, his thrusting motion giving rise to the perfect friction between the pads of his fingers and your soaked clit. 

You clench down on his cock. 

The squelchy wet sounds and the slap of his hips onto your ass make your closed eyelids flutter and an unexpected tightening starts in your pelvis. Not to mention his grunting ahhhs and groaning ohhhh’s  reverberating in your ear. “Yes, yes, fuck me hard, Austin,” you hear yourself almost whining. 

 He is, he does and he keeps doing it.

“Fuck yeah, That’s it,” he moans as he feels you get wetter as you get closer.

“Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah,” you chant as your fingers tighten on his arm. 

“That’s my girl,” he seethes in your ear, “Fuckin’ cream my cock baby, I need it, I want it all over me.” 

That’s it, the trigger, the button in this dirty little scene. You tighten, you shake , you cum screaming, knees buckling. You are held in the carnal web by his strong arm, impaled on his glorious cock. 

“OH yes, fuck fuck  FUUUUUCK!” he thrusts deep into you as you cum, filling you with his. 

You both are bent over the table, panting, his arms on either side of you holding himself up. After a minute of catching your collective breath,  you start giggling. You are just so high as he pulls out of you, dripping cum You turn around in his arms. His mouth is curled up in a smile. 

“What?” he giggles back. 

“I’m just…. happy… I’m happy,” you say more to yourself than him, “I’m so happy and so in love with you.” 

….

At a little lunch spot the next day, you deliberately order just what you’ll eat, no leftovers thank you very much. This kinda throws Austin off and he already seems pretty nervous. After you guys eat, Austin grabs your hands across the table and looks you in the eye. 

“Ok Princess, I’ve been thinking about it, and I have two , no three things to tell you.. Well… ask you. I’m hoping at least one of these will sway you.” 

You look at him a little confused. 

“About coming to live with me, that is,” he clarifies.

“Oh, ok,” your heart is about to burst, ‘please let this be good, please let it be enough,’ you think to yourself. 

“First is, in a couple weeks I am going to go shoot a small project. It's only gonna be less than a month, but I want you to come with me. I’d love your support and honestly, I don’t think I can go that long without seeing you,” he stops and looks at you hopefully. 

You are all in to go anywhere with him, but you were hoping for something more grand than this. Even if he got you a small acting role in the project that would be something. 

“Of course I’ll come,” is all you say.

“Ok, good. Second, and please don’t be mad at me,” he puts his hands out in supplication, ”I took the liberty of sending your tape to a couple people. They liked you and they want to see you, so, if you are willing, you have some call-back zoom calls on Monday.” He presses his lips together, eyes big and hopeful. 

“Oh wow,” you whisper, “really?” 

He nods. 

“Are you upset?” 

“What? No! No! That’s amazing! Of course  I”ll do the calls!” This was better, using connections to actually help you get your foot in the door. 

“And finally, I don’t just want to take care of you, I want you to be able to take care of yourself. So I’m offering you this, in your name.”  He hands you three flyers. They are houses for sale, two in Santa Monica, one in Brentwood, “I know how you like choices. So you get to choose and once you pick one, you can consider it your backup security. All three are awesome and ready to rent out.   We have appointments with my realtor buddy this afternoon.” His lip shakes, hoping to god you’ll like it, that it’s enough. 

You are floored, you expected… anything other than this. Even a wedding ring was more likely in your mind than a house. A place that was yours, that you could rent out or you could live there if, god forbid, something went wrong? Plus the possibility of an acting job on TOP of that? Your practical mind is chewing it over quickly, trying to find a loophole. Staying with Austin, having an income, owning a home, being loved like you’ve never been loved before. 

You are standing up, wait... when did you do that? 

“Austin, take me back home, right now,” you say in a sort of shocked voice. 

He’s stricken and confused. “But Princess, don’t you see. It would be in your name, yours free and clear.  You can rent it out as an income stream, and it’s…. it’s … yours… and  jobs and security. You’re safe…with me. Please,” his voice fades, eyes pleading with you.

You blink as he talks, yes you understand… why is he…?

“No,” you say assuredly, you see his heart drop in his chest. Oh shit, you are making a mess of this.  You shake your head to clear it. 

“No, no,  I mean home. Take me home to our house. I need to make love to you right now because you are amazing. Austin, you are my Fantasy come True, I am all in from this second on. I will never leave you, never stray, always be here for you and will treat you like my King and I know now that you will always treat me like your Queen. I love you so much I may burst.” 

You don’t really remember the drive home.

Austin barely makes it into the driveway before he throws the car in park and runs to open your door. He reaches into his pocket and hands you a set of keys and ushers you to the front door. When you unlock the door, he swoops you up and carries you inside. Jesus his muscles aren’t just for show. 

He sets you on the stairs. 

“We can change anything you want, Princess. This is your castle too now. If you want a room to be yours for things or if you need something special, let’s do it.” “Austin, my love, the only thing I want right now is you.” 

He kisses you into oblivion. You practically rip his clothes off in the foyer. He lets you.

You don’t even make it to the bedroom or the couch for that matter. He takes you right there on the stairs, with the front door wide open. He is sweet and loving, his hips moving like a dolphin on the water against your own.

You keep repeating “My Austin, my love,” while looking into his ocean eyes.  It’s slow and sensual and it means everything to you. 

….

Austin takes you to the apartment you had shared with your partner,  to get your things the next day. You tell  Austin he had better wait in the car. He is unhappy about it, leaning against the hood, watching intently, worried for your safety. Thank god you had thought about this already. You walk in, with boxes. Your partner is sucked into his game. 

“Damit, I thought you’d be longer, I'm at a good part,” he says. He hates when you interrupt his gaming. Well, he won’t have to worry about that anymore. 

You drop an InNOut Burger bag next to him. He pauses his game, looks at you and snatches it up. “Is that it? Didn’t Auuuustin take you somewhere better?” he smirks, opening the bag. 

You decide not to answer as he goes back to his game, stuffing the burger in his mouth. You just start packing and see if he’ll notice. You get your clothes  and the box in the closet that might as well be a shrine to your mom. A few of your favorite little items around the house. You carry them out to the landing, Austin is there, unable to stay away, and wordlessly starts taking them to the car. 

“Finally getting rid of your junk?” your partner says as you walk back in for the last box. 

“No, I’m leaving,” you say calmly, turning towards the door. I mean, in a way you ARE getting rid of your junk.

“What?” he says, looking in the closet at your empty half. “Oh, are you?” his voice is dripping with animosity. “Ok sure, go, you’ll be back before nightfall. You’ll never be able to survive the big bad world.” He follows you out the door, mocking you.  “What, do you think you’ll actually meet Austin Butler and he’ll save you? Ha!” 

Austin steps up from the landing to take the box from you. He looks menacingly at your former partner, but says nothing. 

“Yes, yes he has,” you say, turning back. 

“What, did you hire a look-a-like or something?” he can’t quite wrap his head around what he is seeing. “That is pathetic, Ok you made your point, get back in here and I’ll forgive you.” 

“No, it really is me and no, I don’t believe she will,” Austin says quietly, gripping the box, his knuckles going white.  

“I told you, you never believed me,” you shrug, “in fact you actually never listened to anything I had to say unless it was about whatever thing you were fixated on at the time. I told you I needed romance, that I needed to be loved hard, loved fully, loved lovingly.”

“And you think he loves you?” he says incredulously. 

“Yeah,” Austin's voice reverberates behind you, “cuz he does.”

Your hand reaches out to touch Austin in an effort to both calm him and say ‘don’t worry, I got this’. Besides, there are  things  that you’ve been waiting far too long  to say out loud. 

“Yes, he does.” you repeat, taking a shaky breath. “I need someone who is willing to comfort me and who actually finds joy in making me feel better, and to feel good about myself.  Even you have said that you thought Austin would be a better partner for me than you are. Now you can take comfort in the fact that you were right. Austin cares about my feelings and what’s on my mind. He WANTS me, all of me and he loves when I shine.“ 

You smile, realizing how easy this actually is. You had been dreading the end for so long, avoiding even thinking about it. Placating your partner time and time again in fear of it, under his threat of it. But now that it’s here, it’s so simple.  

“I told you I needed these things and you just didn’t deliver. I realize now that you can’t deliver. So I’m done with your narcissism, with your supposed demons, with your total lack of empathy. I truly hope that you figure out how to be happy. But it’s not my job anymore. Goodbye.” 

“You were shit at making me happy,“ he yells at you as you turn away, motioning Austin to leave. Austins holds his ground, practically growling at the words he hears. 

“Yeah” you look over your shoulder,” because only YOU can choose to make yourself happy. And I’m making MY choice now.”  Austin nods, glad you stood up for yourself, and turns. You follow Austin toward the gate. 

“You are delusional and worthless! She is worthless!!” he yells out the open door at you both.

Austin just can’t stand by and let him insult you like this. Just before the gate, he stops in front of you.  His back expands in a deep breath, he puts the box down in front of him very deliberately. He turns around, staring down your former partner. You trust Austin, but you are ready to intervene if needed. Your former partner takes a step back, seeing the look in Austin’s eyes. 

“She isn’t worthless,” his tone is even and metered. He refuses to be brought down to this man’s  level, “Just because you couldn't respect her enough to keep her doesn’t mean she is worthless. She is amazing. She deserves all the love, support, and kindness I can give her, which is a hell of a lot more than you’ve done for her.  You… you are just a sad man who refuses to choose help.” 

With that, he turns, picks up the box and walks away. You turn with him. 

You don’t look back. Ever. 

…..

Epilogue

Austin helped you get  your foot in the door of the Hollywood machine. It lead to several acting jobs and because of Austin, you got to pick and choose the ones that really spoke to you, the ones that challenged you. It wasn’t long after you had really settled into acting that Austin  asked for your input about a show that he was producing.  Once he heard your ideas, he offered you the position of co-producer. You ended up realizing that producing was also one of your passions. You liked being in charge and making decisions.  You had an eye for talent and a mind that handled money well. So you and Austin started producing things together. You loved working with him in any way. You still did a lot of acting as well, because it had wormed its way into your blood. 

When Austin proposed, he had rented a little villa in the south of France, with a beautiful view of the coast. He kept going on and on about how much he loved this place, how he needed to visit every year just to reset.  He had cooked up a marvelous meal, complete with a delicious and  proper dark chocolate mousse.

The first taste of that thick creaminess coating your taste buds was just right. The strong dark chocolate flavor, the subtle bitterness, the light sweetness, all really grabbed the attention of your slutty taste buds. Your eyes closed as you moaned and savored  it. 

Then Austin had a big spoonful in front of your mouth, nodding for you to take.  You wrapped your lips around the spoon as he opened his mouth, like feeding a baby. 

That was when you felt it, a hard…. Ring? 

You pulled it out of your mouth and looked up to see him on his knee next to the table. Holding another one in a blue box. He knows how much you like choices. 

"I love you so much more than I could ever begin to put into words, my Princess,” he had said, “I want to spend every single day of my life trying to show you how much, my darling. A lifetime with you will never be enough, but it's a start, my beautiful Angel."

You had cried. He had cried when you said yes. You made love to him then and there. There might have been some mousse involved. 

You had wanted to send your former partner an invitation to the wedding, wanting to be kind and thoughtful.  But Austin had pointed out that even though you felt like it was an olive branch, it seemed more like adding insult to injury. 

“I know that if my girl was stolen away by someone that could give her everything I couldn't,” rebutted Austin, “I’d be pissed to get a wedding invitation. I’d feel like they were rubbing it in my face. And I don’t want a scene at our wedding.” Austin and you discussed it a bit and eventually both of you agreed that it was best not to invite your former partner.

You honeymooned in Japan. He knew you had always wanted to go and booked a beautiful Ryokan with a private onsen.  The food was amazing, your slutty tastebuds were not disappointed. 

Your wedding gift to him was the Villa he had proposed in. You had bought it with the rental money from your house in Santa Monica that you had saved.  You didn’t need that kind of assurance anymore, you truly had all that you had ever wanted and more. 

Fin

I hope you have enjoyed Fantasy Come True. Thanks again to @purejasmine for the request and the massive amounts of input. Working with you and becoming your friend has been a joy. Thank you for trusting me.

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