#sub!austin

[burninlovebutler]

Candy Hearts ♡

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

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

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

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

vibes: candy hearts playlist ♡

⋆⁺₊⋆ i’d be your stars,

and you’d be my little moon ☾

-little moon - mackenzie bourg

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s okay I underst- wait, yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh oh, I do I do I do!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He pressed his lips together, “Really!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“W-water if you got it?”

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

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

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

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

You raised a brow at him, “You sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I would never.” You reassured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“M-mhm.” He whimpered softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He whined loudly, “I-I’m close.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay?”

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

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

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

“W-What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Faster.”

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

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

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

“Faster.”

“I can’t! I can’t! I’m gonna cum!”

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

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

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

“I c-can’t!” He cried into your core.

“I didn’t fucking ask.”

He sped up, “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Hold it.” You warned.

“I’m gonna cum!”

“Hold it.” You growled through your teeth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” He squeaked only widening your smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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Underneath the tree [Austin x GN reader]

18+ only. minors dni.

Summary: Santa seems to have left you a pretty little gift under your christmas tree. It gets a little messy while you're unwrapping it.

Word count: 1807

Warnings: sub!austin, bondage, teasing, dirty talk, allusions to sounding, dollification/objectification, dacryphilia, fingering (m receiving), inappropriate use of christmas decorations, mommy used as a gender neutral term (let me know if i missed any!)

Notes: i've only written for austin maybe twice, but i wanted to fix that. ever since i saw that snl bumper of him in the lights, i've wanted to write something where he's all tied up and at the reader's mercy, so here we are! i hope you all enjoy this fic, as filthy as it is. merry christmas to all of you! 🫶🏽

“that okay baby?”

you give a small tug at the bright red ribbon, testing its strength as you look at austin tenderly. the blonde nods, his face flushed a sweet red as you take a step back, admiring him as he squirms in the restraints. “y-yeah, it’s good.”

“god, you look gorgeous.” you muse, smirking as his cock twitches up in interest at the praise. “it's a shame you're all tied up…poor thing. can't touch me or anything…”

he pouts softly at your fake sympathy, running his tongue over his lips as he stares at you with wide, needy eyes. “you aren't gonna unwrap your gift?” he asks, his voice soft with such a submissive undercurrent. you've never heard him speak like that before, and it drives you wild. you hum lowly, your fingers coming up to your chin and stroking it as you pretend to mull over austin’s words.

“well…santa did work awful hard to bring you to me, didn't he?” you ask, watching as austin’s eyes grow glassy from neglect of his needy cock. “maybe i can just take a peek at my pretty little gift…”

austin watches with baited breath as you slink towards him, hands gently resting on his thighs as you try and decide which parts to untie.

your eyes land on his needy cock, twitching and leaking against the satin material. slowly, you trail a hand up his smooth thigh, dragging your fingertip down to the neat bow at the base of his ribbon-clad cock.

“i think i’ll unwrap this first…” you coo, tugging at the bow and watching it drag over the sensitive skin of his cock. he moans softly as the fabric constricts his cock slightly, tightening around it and making his hips cant up. you tug again, and the neat little bow comes undone, letting the ribbon fall freely over his length.

“o-oh, god–”

“oh…this is all sticky..” you tsk, holding up the dripping, soaked ribbon in front of austin’s eyes, dangling it teasingly. “such a mess…”

austin blushes at the sight of his own precum staining the pretty red fabric, averting his eyes as you drop the ribbon with a faint, wet noise. he whimpers again, closing his eyes and tensing up as you push his thighs apart. he bites his lip as you trace your thumb over the head of his cock, pressing your fingertip against his slit.

he almost screams at the pressure, and you bite back a smirk as you pull your hand away.

“my, such a noisy thing.” you mutter, shaking your head. “that won't do…i can't unwrap you if you're making such a fuss…”

your eyes scan for something in the room to use as a gag. an ornament crosses your mind, but you really don't want it to shatter in austin’s mouth. the lights were a little too dangerous as well.

finally, your eyes landed on the previously discarded ribbon that was wrapped around austin’s length. it was still sticky and absolutely drenched in his precum, glistening in the white lights from your christmas tree.

slowly, you pull it up from it’s resting place on the floor, letting it dangle from your pointer finger. austin’s eyes widen as he realizes your intentions with the stained fabric, a tainted red blush rising high on his cheekbones. before he could utter anything out, you ball up the ribbon and snap your fingers with your free hand.

“open.”

his mouth falls open embarrassingly fast, allowing you to press the balled up satin against his tongue. he chokes out a desperate little moan as he tastes himself, his breath hitching as tears threaten to spill down his cheeks. he was so turned on, and you weren't giving him what he needed most– it was killing him.

you gently approach him, rubbing at the back of his neck as he looks up at you, looking absolutely pitiful as a single tear falls down his red cheek. you wipe it away gently, moving to cup the head of his cock with your hand gently. he moaned wantonly, muffled by the sodden fabric as you moved your wrist in a circle, grinding your palm against his swollen, pink flesh. he tries to thrust up into the touch, his slit leaking copious amounts of sticky, clear precum.

austin started to tremble, his tears falling faster down his cheeks at the stimulation. his cockhead was especially sensitive, and he didn't know if he could last with all of the rubbing you were doing. his orgasm drew near, his breath stuttering and making him gag against the ribbon as he tried to mumble something around the fabric.

“i think i know what this gift is…” you coo, pulling back so your finger is circling his slit once more, urging more precum out. “it's a pretty little dolly.”

a shocked noise escapes austin at your words, his cock jerking against your hand. his eyes clouding over with arousal as you smirk coyly.

“yeah…a dolly alllll for me to use.” you croon. “for me to ride and stick all kinds of things in– ain't that nice?”

your blunt fingertip presses to his slit, testing how much pressure you can add before his body begins to tremble at the thought of your finger entering him. you press a hand to his chest, leading him to lay down on the plush tree skirt. the way he's tied up leaves everything exposed to you– from the pink head of his cock to his twitching rim.

using your finger that was just teasing his tip, you gently rub at the tight ring of muscle. austin looks like he's going to explode as you lube him up using his own precum.

“this is such a pretty little thing…” you muse as your finger begins to sink into him, making him whine and arch up in response. he jerks against the ribbons restricting his arms, his cheek pressed into the soft material of the tree skirt. you waste no time thristing your finger in and out of his tight heat, loving the way he twitches and spasms around your digit needily. his precum does the job of keeping your finger slicked up, making it easy to slip another digit in beside the first.

austin squirms helplessly, struggling to keep the gag in his mouth as you curl your fingers upwards, stroking at his sweet spot skillfully. a particularly firm press against his prostate makes him gasp hard, letting the fabric fall from his lips as he sobs out.

“mgh– fuck, please, mommy–”

the words slip past his lips so naturally that you're a bit taken aback. you feel your stomach tighten with arousal, taking in the sight of him drooling and panting against the tree skirt– lights illuminating his flushed face and sharp features.

he was too far gone to feel any embarrassment at his outburst, but you didn't miss the shame flash in his eyes. you never knew that this was a thing for him.

“oh, this dolly can talk,” you purr, curling your fingers once again and watching him spasm, his face contorting in pleasure. your other hand wraps around his cock, working his cockhead with your hand as your fingers pump in and out of him at a steady pace. “what else can you say, pretty little thing?”

he shudders deeply, his flush traveling down to his neck and chest as he feels himself on the edge of orgasm. “mommy, please– i need to– i’m so close,” he begs, thighs trembling as you shove your digits deep inside of him, your knuckles piercing his rim. you still your thrusts, still wriggling your fingers and humming as a low whine leaves him. you squeeze his cock firmly, your fingers rubbing circles along his tip gently. his body jerks as your finger runs over his oozing slit, silently begging for something–

“ohh, does this pretty little doll want me to finger his poor little cock?” you croon, finger running along the tip. “what a filthy little thing. already full of my fingers and you want more?”

“o-oh god, mommy, i’m–” he gasps, pressing his hips back for friction as he babbles helplessly, his face almost scarlet. “please, fill me more, i can’t–”

he looks so pathetic under you, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. you lean down and press a tender kiss to his lips, quieting him down as you curl your fingers into his prostate and press down on his slit, humming into his mouth.

his cock gives one final jerk as he cums, your finger making it shoot out in all directions as his whole body quivers, spasming as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm.

the whole house falls quiet afterwards, save for the sound of your heavy breathing. you pull back from the blonde’s pillowy lips, and smile as you see him stare up at you, dazed. he smiles back lazily, his eyes heavily lidded and almost pure black– the blues of his iris gone.

“hi baby.”

“hi,” he croaks, his voice rough from the moaning he had been doing. “c’n you untie me mommy?” he asks softly, squirming in the restraints.

“didn’t know you had a mommy kink,” you tease, moving to untie the ribbon around his wrists. “you're such a sub. who would have thought, pretty boy aus with a mommy fetish,”

“does mommy not work for you?” he mutters, a small smirk playing on his lips as his arms are freed. “how ‘bout daddy instead?” he teases. “master? mistress? your highness?”

you undo the large bow tied in the middle of his chest, leaning in to kiss him gently with a smile on your lips. “baby boy, you can call me anything you want.” you mutter, pinching his cheek teasingly. “all you need to know is you belong to me.”

austin blushes, the submissive air to him coming back as he nods. “okay,”

“c’mon,” you hum, standing and hauling him up with you, inwardly chuckling as his legs shake slightly. “bath time. we can use the christmas scents.”

“and we'll watch a movie after?” he asks, eyes large as he speaks in a begging tone.

“yes, austin. we can watch a movie.”

“i love you so much.” he purrs, pressing his nose into your hair and sighing. “i wanna have your babies.”

you burst out laughing, shoving him towards the bathroom. “get in the tub already!”

he blows you a lazy kiss and you roll your eyes, trailing behind him slowly. you sit back for a moment and sigh, shaking your head as you think about him. he was so ridiculous and amazing and just…austin. you were so lucky to be able to spend christmas with him.

you heard him whine something from the restroom, and you sigh loudly. “i’m coming, aus!”

he was yours. all yours.

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

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

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

wc: 3.9k

Feyd-Rautha has gravely underestimated you.

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

He misses how you miss nothing.

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

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

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

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

But you see it.

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

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

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

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

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

‘Am I keeping you awake, wife?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smile, cloyingly so. ‘Why not?’

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

‘Get away from me.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You spit on him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘For whom do you wait, husband?’

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

‘Pathetic.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Feeling okay?’

He nods.

‘Words,’ you chide.

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

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

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

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

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

You smile. ‘As you wish.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nods avidly. ‘Yes, na-Baroness.’

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

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

He can barely keep himself from spilling inside you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘N - no,’ he replies. ‘I just…’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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CHARMED ᯓ★

Austin Butler x Reader

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

FLUFF. no major warnings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x implied older female reader word count: 1384 warnings: heavy use of ma'am and baby boy. sub austin. needy austin. dom reader. public play. minor bit of come eating. future implied oral ( female receiving ). handjob. implications of threesomes. author’s note: welcome to day 11 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, public with austin butler x older female reader. fun fact! i forgot i had put someone down for this until i went through the tag one day. but i'm a woman of my word promise even for you wil anon, so here we go with the third public play fic. hypothetically y'all will get fed tomorrow too, we'll see. my schedule officially is just me throwing darts at a board and hoping for the best. also truly everyone who comments or reblogs is helping me keep on writing and i love every one of them and cherish them all.

"Ma'am," you hear Austin's whisper against your ear unexpectedly while talking with one of his co-stars. You may not be famous like Austin is— indeed, you are one of a million names attached to producing various films— but you still need to network. You still need to rub shoulders with the stars in the hope that you can drag them into whatever film you have going on. Austin is fine with it, enjoying how you get along with almost everyone and enjoying how you pick some of his favorite co-stars to zero in on. Still, to hear Austin whispering and sounding wound up like the tightest string on his guitar is cause for concern especially when he repeats himself. "Ma'am, please."

Never in your life have you been more thankful that you know how to school your face into something resembling normal and calm. You smile at his co-star as your hand reaches back to grab Austin's- noting how he grasps it with a ferocity you rarely see in public. "I'm so sorry to cut this short but I think Austin here's wanting my attention. I'll call you?"



"Of course," the woman croons before looking at Austin. "I don't blame you for wanting to whisk her away. I would too."



Austin's grip tightens once more as he kisses your neck and smiles. "She's a wanted woman."



You all share a quiet laugh before she moves away from the two of you and you finally turn around to face Austin, your free hand instinctively going up to cup his face, ignoring how he's shifted both of you just so that your thigh is pressed up against him. "What's wrong? You never say ma'am like this."



A low, barely there whine leaves Austin's throat before he answers, his body moving against your thigh, chasing something. "I— Everyone's been around you and around me and there was— I just need you."



As if to belabor the point, he rocks his body up against yours again and it's then that you feel it. He needs you not just as a person but as someone who he allows to hold the reins to his pleasure. Your eyebrows raise up just a hair as you run your thumb against his lip. His tongue darts out to lick it before nipping at it, earning a shaky breath from you. The two of you are in public, at a function that's important for both of you but from Austin's blown eyes and hard cock, you can tell that at least for now you need to try and handle him.



"We're in public, baby boy," your voice is practically a croon, even as you try and force both of you to a secluded area. The people who know you and Austin— who want to protect you and Austin keep most everyone occupied and looking away from you. You make Austin happy and he makes you happy to have that jeopardized by people who wouldn't understand the two of you isn't something anyone wants.



After what feels like an eternity, you finally make your way out of the room and into another one that is blissfully empty. Austin looks around, trying to see if he can see anyone in the darkness before you laugh. "Baby boy, there's no one here."



A groan of relief leaves his lips as he licks them and pulls you in for a kiss. You'll take care of him now, allow him to enjoy himself and have the edge taken off. You'll remind him that as much as he belongs to you, you belong to him and not the people who fawn over you.



"Everyone— Everyone kept touching you, ma'am. They kept touching what's mine and you couldn't stop them." Austin mutters against the skin of your neck, nipping and sucking small hickies. "Didn't want—"



Before you can even stop yourself your hand goes to Austin's hair, winding in it and pulling lightly. Normally he'd take that as a sign to move his head back and yet tonight he doesn't, too preoccupied with trying to touch you as if that will wash away everyone else's touch. Your chest heaves ever so slightly as Austin ruts against your thigh. You're in control but he needs to listen better right now. The hand in his hair yanks a little harder and finally he pulls away, eyes completely blown and lips turning redder and plumper by the second. "Ma'am?"



"Look at my baby boy, so needy for me. So impatient," you murmur, shifting your stance so that your thigh rubs up against him again. "So jealous of everyone else. Baby boy, you know I only love you. I only want to see that pretty face of yours coming because I helped you."



The whine that leaves Austin tells you all you need to know about how wound up he is. He had to have been aching for at least an hour to be this far gone. Perhaps it was when you were talking to Oscar that did him in, the knowledge that once upon a time you had joked about seeing if his wife would mind if the two of you borrowed him or if he could introduce the two of you to Jessica. Austin had finally let go of your hand and you use it to your full advantage, moving to unbutton his slacks and sticking your hand inside of his boxer briefs. He cries out softly at the feel of your hand around his cock, the brush of your thumb having him rut forward once again. "Ma'am. Ma'am, please, can't— don't tease. Help me, please."



"Aw, Austin, my baby boy. Of course. I've got you." Your hand shouldn't glide so easily but it does, moving up and down against his cock with an ease that tells you it's drenched in precum. Your clit throbs but you pay it no mind, too focus on the way Austin's panting and grabbing at your hips. His red lips are wet with spit and his chest heaves with every stroke of your hand. Austin needs you to the point of not caring who could walk in on you. "You just gotta be quiet, baby boy."



"Don't— don't care. Want them to see me like this, see that you only help me like this. Not anyone else." Faintly, you both register how bratty Austin sounds but only you file it away for later when you can properly punish and tease him at home. Your grip on his cock tightens though and he hisses through suddenly gritted teeth. "Gonna— need to come, ma'am. Need— it hurts."



Every muscle in Austin's body is tight, from his toes to his calves and thighs against you. His torso underneath your hand clenched in anticipation and you know he's trying to hold off, trying to be a good boy for you and it fills you with such pride that you can't help but pull him into a soft kiss. He sighs into it, trying to relax only to have you say the magic words when you pull away from his lips. "Come for me, Austin. Be a good boy."



It's as if he had been a puppet attached to strings that were cut when he comes, the intensity causing him to pitch forward against you, pinning you fully to the wall. Your hand is covered in his come and yet you don't bother to move it, instead focusing on using your free hand to rub his back as he breathes deeply.



After what feels like an eternity he moves to stand up properly and pulls your hand out of his pants. He keeps a handkerchief in his pocket specifically for cleaning up things like this and yet before he bothers to hand it to you, he licks a bit of his come off of your index finger, earning a growl from you. He cleans it up as normal after that, looking at you with a certain gleam in his eye. You start to open your mouth to question it before Austin sinks to his knees, moving to unbutton your own pants. He looks at you through his eyelashes,



"They won't miss us for another ten minutes."



It's another thirty before you head back to where you need to be.

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

pairing: yandere!dom!austin x sub!reader

warnings: smut, mention of edging, dacryphilia, chocking

w/c: 0.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His quiet and reassuring tone made you almost obey.

Almost.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[faegoddessog]

My Favorite Treat

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

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

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

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My Favorite Treat:

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

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

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

“You,” she says simply. 

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

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

He growled softly and pulled her closer. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nods acceptingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She reaches up and closes his mouth. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please Goddess,” he begs, eyes closed. 

“Please what, Pet?” she asks. 

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

“Please punish me,” he ends up saying. 

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

“Who’s precum is it?” she slaps him. 

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

“Yours Goddess!” louder this time. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Ma’am,” he breathes.

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

He grunts in pleasure.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shudders and moans. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She slowly starts to move back and forth on him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whose are you right now?”

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

She lets go immediately. 

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

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

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

His eyes widen minutely in fear, then in excitement. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Color?” 

“Yellow” his voice strained. 

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

“Spit,” she says. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want to cum?” she asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again he impales her. 

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

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

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

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

God she is hot as hell. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sits back on his heels, face messy,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They doze. 

He softens and slips out, it rouses her.  

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

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

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

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

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

[cryingabtab]

Baby Boy (18+)

This is part 4 to my "Louder" series.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), sub!Austin, fratboy!Austin, dom!reader, use of "Mama", nipple play, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, slight choking

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It was a gloomy Saturday afternoon. Grey storm clouds moved through the sky as large drops of rain hit the windows. You were sitting on your couch with a cup of tea, a cozy blanket draped over your legs, and a novel in your hand. Suddenly a roaring clap of thunder rumbled through the sky, seemingly shaking your windows and a flash of light illuminated the room as the power went out. You sighed deeply before setting down your book and turning on your phone’s flashlight in order to navigate to the kitchen to grab your matches. As you lit the candles that were perched on the counters and tables, there was a loud knock at your door. “One second!” You called out as you finished lighting the last candle. You set your matches down and opened the door, seeing Austin with a very worried expression on his face. You slightly tilted your head as you looked at him, “You okay?” 

He shakily exhaled, “Can I come in?” He asked quietly, fidgeting with the strings on his hoodie. You shrugged as you opened the door wider and moved to the side to allow him to walk inside. You hadn’t missed how he avoided your question. Once he was inside and you had closed the door, you walked over to stand in front of him. You placed your hands on his biceps, gently caressing his arms, “Are you okay, Aus?” 

Another clap of thunder boomed out and he nearly jumped out of his skin, wrapping his arms around you and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You could feel him trembling in your arms. “Oh baby,” You mumbled as you began to rub his back, “Come on let’s go sit down.” He didn’t loosen his grip on you, whining in protest as he didn’t want to move. You didn’t take him for the type to be scared of thunderstorms but you weren’t going to judge him either. He clearly came to you in a moment of need, meaning that for some reason, he trusted you to be able to give him comfort. You were unsure as to why, since you were so mean to him during your sexcapades. Maybe it was because of the few times you had been nice. Or maybe he just didn’t have anyone else. Either way, you were going to be here for him.

You managed to shuffle the two of you over to the couch while he held onto you. “Okay baby, we’re gonna sit down okay?” 

He hummed softly into your neck and you guided the both of you to sit. The moment you two were on the couch he adjusted himself to curl into you, letting out another soft whine as he looked up at you. “Ma-” he cleared his throat, “Mistress, please hold me.”

You raised an eyebrow at him as you brought your hand up to run your fingers through his hair. Again, you hadn’t missed the fact that he almost called you something else. “Baby, what were you gonna say at first?” you gently scratched his scalp as you looked down at him. His face started to redden before your eyes and he looked down, staying quiet. You moved your fingers under his chin and tilted his head up towards you, “Ah ah, look at me please. You can tell me, it’s okay.” you cooed. 

Austin pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth before he answered you, “I-I was gonna say Mama.” he whispered, “I’m sorry.” His eyes began to fill with tears. You were certainly surprised by this, you didn’t think you were nearly caring enough to be called that, but if he wanted to call you that, you didn’t see the harm in it. 

“Hey hey hey,” you cupped his cheeks, “Don’t be sorry baby. You can call me Mama, it’s okay.” You used your thumb to wipe one of the tears that had slipped. “You wanna use your words, honey? Tell Mama what's wrong?”

He sniffled, “I don’t like storms.” he admitted, clearly feeling ashamed, “Just want you to hold me.” Another crack of thunder sounded and he instantly hid his face in your lap. You rubbed his back softly, “I’ve got you baby, you’re okay.” You whispered, “Is there anything else I can do to help you?”

He didn’t respond, instead just putting his head under your shirt and hiding there, nuzzling his head into you. You couldn’t help but smile a little bit, finding it adorable that he was hiding under your shirt. You weren’t wearing a bra, but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. Suddenly, you felt his soft lips wrap around your left nipple. You let out a soft gasp as he started to suck, his warm, wet tongue slowly circling as your nipples began to harden. You lifted your shirt up in order to look at him. 

The warm candle light highlighted his features in the best way. His eyes were closed as he sucked on your nipple, soft whimpers leaving his throat. He looked and sounded angelic. You took your shirt off to give him better access. You moaned softly as he contently sucked, “Baby you look so pretty like this.” You moved some hair away from his forehead and ran your fingers through his hair. He let out another whimper, this one louder than the soft sounds he’d previously been making. He seemingly enjoyed the praise. 

Austin’s hips started to roll into the couch as he mewled around your breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Your hand that wasn’t in his hair slipped down to his ass and kneaded it through the soft material of his sweatpants. You watched him as he moved over to your other nipple, giving it the same attention. The obscene sucking sounds and whines went straight to your core, as did the euphoric feeling of his lips, tongue, and teeth attacking your sensitive nipples. 

His eyes opened and he looked at you, eyes half lidded, already looking fucked out even though nothing had really happened yet. “M-Mama please,” he begged, “Need you…need you so bad, please.” 

It took all of your strength to not moan just at his pleas. “What do you need from me baby boy?” you whispered, your hand that was in his hair tugging softly at his blonde locks. 

A moan erupted from his throat as his lips latched onto your nipple once more. You squeezed his ass particularly hard, “Use your words like a good boy.”

He pulled off with a loud pop and nuzzled his face between your breasts, a shuddering breath leaving his swollen lips. “Wanna make you cum,” he mumbled into your cleavage, “Want Mama to make me cum.” 

“Fuck.” you sighed, voice trembling, “Okay sweet boy, let’s go to the bedroom.” As you moved to get up, Austin gripped your waist tight. 

“N-No. Mama stay here.” He whined, looking up at you with the biggest, neediest, puppy dog eyes. 

Your chest tightened slightly at how sweet and innocent he looked and you sat back down. “Okay, okay. We’ll stay right here.” You assured, cupping his face in your hands. 

He slowly sat up and climbed into your lap, pressing his lips to yours in a needy, passionate kiss. Your hands moved to his back and you slid them down into his sweatpants, grabbing his ass. He moaned into the kiss and you took advantage of the opening to shove your tongue into his mouth. Austin started rolling his hips into your lap. You pinched his ass, resulting in a whine from him, “Sit still, baby boy.” you mumbled against his lips, “Gonna get there without me if you don’t stop.” 

“Sorry Mama” he whimpered into the kiss, doing his best to still his hips as he sucked on your tongue. When he realized he wouldn’t be able to keep still for long, he pulled away and slipped off of your lap, onto the floor and on his knees. You watched him as he worked your leggings and panties off of you, you lifted your hips to help him out. He didn’t say a word as he leaned in to kitten lick your clit. He inhaled deeply through his nose before fully diving in, his lips latching onto your clit and sucking like his life depended on it. 

Your hand shot out to grip onto the arm of the couch as you threw your head back in ecstasy, a shuddering moan fell from your lips. He looked up at you though lidded eyes and long eyelashes before flattening his tongue and shaking his head back and forth. Your back arched off the couch as you let out a high pitched gasp and you moved one of your hands to grab a fistful of his hair. You tugged at his blonde locks to pull him further into you, eliciting a groan that sent blissful vibrations rushing through your body. 

“Fuck baby just like that.” you breathed, “Don’t fucking stop.” You rolled your hips up into Austin’s face, chasing every bit of pleasure he was giving you while also taking control. As you felt your orgasm approaching, you pushed him away from you. He looked up at you with needy, glassy eyes, your slick covered his flushed face. “Get undressed and sit down.” 

Austin didn’t need to be told twice as he quickly stripped and took a seat on the couch. His cock looked painfully hard, red and weeping with precum. You swung your leg over his lap, straddling him before reaching down to align him at your entrance. He whimpered in anticipation, “P-Please Mama…need to feel you.”

With that you slowly sunk down, pausing once he was all the way inside of you. His head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut as he let out a deep moan at the feeling of your tight, wet heat engulfing him. You began to slowly bounce as you wrapped a hand around his throat, “I need you to look at me, baby boy.”

He slowly lifted his head and forced his eyes open, groans and whimpers slipping past his parted lips. You squeezed his throat slightly and leaned in to kiss him gently as you slowly rode him. He whined into the kiss as your tongues caressed each other. You placed your other hand on his shoulder, slowly running it down his arm to grab his hand and guide it to your clit. His thumb immediately found it and started to rub in tight circles. You pulled away from his lips to let out a soft moan, rolling and grinding your hips on his cock. 

“I-I’m close.” Austin whimpered, “C-Can I please cum, Mama?” His breathing was slightly labored as he bit his lip and awaited your permission. 

“Y-Yeah baby, cum for me. Fill me up.” You moaned out, pressing your forehead to his. He let out a loud groan and his hips rutted up as he spilled his seed into you. The warm, full feeling of his cum along with his thumb pressing into your clit sent you over the edge and your pussy fluttered and clenched around him as you orgasmed. 

Once you both rode out your highs, you got off of him, some of his cum leaking out of you onto your thighs. You sat beside him and he collapsed into you. “Thank you.” he said quietly.

You smiled softly at him, reaching to scratch his scalp softly. “No. Thank you for being good. I don’t like to be mean all the time.” 

Austin giggled softly as he snuggled into you. If this is what he was like when he’s not being a brat, you were most certainly in trouble. 

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tags: @flwrs4aust @austinbutler91 @burninlovebutler @powerofelvis

@elvisshowusyourpelvis

[starboybutler]

Sweat (18+)

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

word count: 5220

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

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

he felt like he was floating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“f-f-fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

“what–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“mhm,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“again,” elvis begged, his voice unsteady.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh– w-w-wai-”

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

“a-a-a-austin–!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hey baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

“mhm.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh,” austin hums. “want me to…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“does it feel nice?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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