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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.’

best believe when i started writing this i did not anticipate the 2x 'good boy's 🧍

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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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patience

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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[cryingabtab]

Louder

Put Them On

Liar

Baby Boy

Surprise

[faegoddessog]

Day 2: Costume

Iknow, Iknow, I know, you were probably expecting a continuation of Day 1, and maybe that threesome will pop up later. But I've had this little costume picture in my story ideas for a while and I had to.

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Warnings: Explicit Material 18+, Petting, fingering and butt plugs OH MY!

You have the cute little ears clipped into your hair, the black zip-up dress,  black converse , (because fuck high heels at a party plus you have nefarious plans this evening that heels would make difficult) your newly minted acrylics, painted black,  and the tail… oh my the tail. 

Austin had bet that you wouldn't wear it to the costume party.  If you did, he agreed to fullfill one of your fantasies this evening. You had confessed it to him a few weeks ago, but you figured he wouldn’t do it. It wasn’t exactly his style.  If you didn’t wear it? Well then, you owed him 5 bj’s to be given at his whim. 

Honestly are you even losing either way? 

You’d cut a hole in the back of the tight dress  then threaded the tail through an open weave belt. It was genius. 

He looks up from his phone in the living room as you prance in and twirl for him. Your little black nose and drawn on whiskers make you look super cute.  He’s got on a white shirt and jeans with his brown boots. Jagged slashes are all over his clothes with fake blood surrounding each. Bad Cat  and Bad Cat Owner. You are so clever.

“You look cute as a button,” he smiles.

You waggle your ass in his direction, looking over your shoulder.

“Oh wait…” his expression is almost incredulous, “you didn’t.” 

You nod furiously. He knows you did, cuz he has to recognize the tail. 

“Come over here and prove it,” his long elegant fingers curl slightly as he hold out his hand for you.

You walk over and his hand runs over your hip to grab the exposed black fur tail. He gives it a little tug. 

The  little ‘unhg’ that leaves you betrays the true nature of your accoutrement. 

“Oh, Kitty Cat, is that really attached… to you?” 

He sits back, pats his lap, “Show me.”

You kneel beside him on the cushions, pulling up the hem of your dress,  then lay your hips over his lap, naked ass in the air. 

His hands rub along your thighs, up to your tail and follows it deep between your naked ass cheeks. Pulling lightly, he feels the resistance of your grip on it. 

“What a naughty Kitty you are, are you really gonna wear this in your pretty little Kitten Hole for the whole party,”  his breath is hot on your thighs as he peels your cheeks  gently apart. 

You look back at him mischievously, grinning. 

His fingers skim lower, He knows just how to light you up. Two fingers lightly massaging back and forth, drawing increasingly deeper lines between your labia. You can just barely hear the  soft, wet sounds under your quiet gasps. 

 He  pushes your knees farther apart.

“I’m gonna feel it from the inside now,” he slips between your wet folds.

Just the thought makes you moan, but his touch is so much better. Those sensitive fingers, long and dextrous, invade you slowly. 

You moan.

He pushes his digits up, against the hardness of the plug in your ass. Cradling it in the most delicious way. He pulls out, covered in wetness.

“Oh hoh,” he moans appreciatively, “You are so wet. Did putting in your tail get you all horny?” he tugs lightly at it. 

Before you can answer, he’s three knuckles deep in your pussy with the substantial length of his fingers and all you can do is gasp. 

He gives you no room for thought as he draws in and out.  Fuck it feels so good knocking against the plug. But when he twists his hand and curls those digits into your front wall you nearly lose it. 

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[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.”

[dreamingofep]

Trying to Get to You✨

A sub!Elvis fic coming soon💕

UPDATE

Now posted!

[softmamawrites]

Good Girl

7.1K of absolute filth

Dom!Austin Butler x Sub!OC x switch!Callum Turner

Warnings: too much smut to label it all

I do not claim to be an expert in the BDSM world, I’ve done as much research as I can consume while writing this. if there are inaccuracies I do apologize

Feedback is always appreciated as long as it’s respectful

dividers by: @chiulochu

“Hey Callum.” Austin says as he lets the Brit into the pent house, the older shrugging off his coat and hanging it. Sliding out of his boots, knowing that Austin was a bit of a freak about shoes in the house. Vera could be too, the small redhead was always tidying something up before anyone came over.

“Hey man.” They both walk farther into the kitchen, the younger taking a deep breath. Leaning against the counter as Callum looks around smiling at the touches of Vera in the house. The kitchen aid on the counter with a ‘Harry Potter’ decal on the side of it. Muffins in the dish that she no doubt baked the day before.

“So nobody has ever seen her like this...not even Claire or Jessi...you can’t treat her differently after this. She was really nervous about you coming over, took me awhile to get her under. But she’s ready for us both.” Austin tells him, looking at the older man’s face. He nods slightly and bites on his lower lip, feeling the nervous bubbles in his belly. Remembering why he’s truly there, the two of them having talked about it one night at dinner. Callum having gone through a bad breakup when Vera had told Austin she wanted to make him feel better. The girl sitting in the blond’s lap in their backyard, her cute little sundress flowing in the breeze.

“What are the rules?” He asks softly, the lankier of the two standing straighter. Running his hand through his hair as he watches his friend, knowing the older has never done anything like this before. Knowing that Vera was nervous but they had talked about it in depth together. Propositioning Callum with an explanation of their relationship, the older not understanding everything. But listening intently, making mental notes to look up anything he wasn’t sure of later. Having found himself back at his hotel deep diving on Reddit, with a hand down his boxers towards the end of his searching.

“No shaming degradation, don’t go calling her names...don’t hit her in the face, no excessive hair pulling, a little tug here or there is okay. Praise and touch, the skin to skin is important for her, it helps when she’s under like this. She calls me Daddy, she’s going to call you Cal. We use a color system, I’ll ask her what color she’s in...green is good, yellow is slow down, and red is stop. I’ve gotten her to red one time, and I don’t intend to ever do it again.” Austin tells him calmly, the black haired man nods slightly. They both head up the stairs, the blond opening the bedroom door. Seeing Vera laying on the bed in nothing but her panties and bra. Her fingers touching the band on her panties, feeling the soft purple lace sitting there. Lifting her head when she hears the door opening, a little smile forming on her lips when she sees Austin.

“Hi Baby.” Austin hums smiling as he sees her tilt her head to look at him slightly. The soft glassy look in her eyes making something twist in Callum’s stomach. Arousal curling low as he watches the little smile form on the redhead’s lips. The smaller crawling to the edge of the bed and waiting, soft hands resting on her thighs. Pretty pink manicured nails glinting in the low light, the room holding a sort of ambiance that Callum wasn’t expecting. The expectation of submission hanging there, Vera giving it over to the blond standing next to him.

“Hi Daddy.” She whispers, watching him walk over to her, his steps easy and fluid. Hand coming up to tip her head back gently, long finger hooked under her chin. Before his fingers go to curl around the back of her neck, holding gently. Callum feels his heartbeat racking up in his chest, watching the way Vera so willingly puts her trust in Austin’s capable hands.

“Are you gonna say hi to Cal?”

“Hi Cal.” Vera says softly, eyes not leaving her Dom without his permission. Their eyes holding each other’s stare before Austin is gently tilting her head back. Using his thumb to turn her face towards Callum, her green orbs hazy.

“Hi Luv.” Austin slowly wraps his fingers into the back of her curls, tugging her head back. Pulling her skull back so her throat is exposed more, Callum’s breath hitching as he watches. Cock giving a twitch in his jeans, eyes analyzing everything between the pair. Seeing the way that Vera is staring back up at her Dom, eyes unwavering in their gaze.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” Austin asks lowly, she nods softly and whimpers quietly. Her pupils staring right up at Austin, trust behind the pools of green there. A barely there quiver starting up her spine, Callum entranced in the way she is kneeling there still. The soft lace cups of her bra hugging her well, digging into the skin of her ribcage. Making him briefly wonder if she’d have marks on her skin afterwards, he’d drag his tongue against them if given the chance.

“P please Daddy.” She murmurs, he nods a bit and watches as she goes to undo his jeans. The pink polish on her finger nails catching in the soft light of the room. Sparkles sitting there making something wiggle in Callum’s chest again. Arousal holding his lower stomach in a tight grip, before his eyes are flicking up at Austin’s ‘tsking’ sound. Her hands freezing on Austin’s button, her soft shoulders dropping in the slightest bit as she waits.

“Don’t forget about Cal...he’s our guest after all. And don’t forget your manners again.” She turns her head to look at him, slowly crawling over. Stopping and kneeling again on the edge of the bed in front of the tall man, her eyes flicking up to his. Her plush lips pouting just a bit, almost like she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. Austin watching them both with rapt attention, smiling a bit to himself as he sees the way Vera is relaxing more.

“Please Cal? Can I take your pants off?” She asks softly, he nods a bit his chest tight in anticipation. Watching as she undoes his belt, jaw dropping open just a bit as spit pools in his mouth. Her dainty fingers slowly pulling it out and dropping it to the floor, before she undoes his pants. Austin slowly runs his hand between her shoulders, unclasping her bra.

“You’re such a good girl for your Daddy aren’t you?” He asks, she nods her head a bit and bites her lower lip. Callum gulps softly as he watches her push down his jeans and boxers. Eyes flicking to look at Austin, seeing the way he’s watching them both. His cock heavy as it bobs out of his boxers, too thick to stand straight up. Leaning a little to the right as he looks down at her, her hand twitching to wrap around him.

“Ah ah you know the rules Baby.” Austin says from his spot next to them, the little resounding whine that bubbles up her throat making Callum twitch. Tip beading precum, foreskin pulled back just slightly as he stands there. Her eyes holding a very slight watery sheen as she looks up at him with pleading eyes. The black haired man watches as she flicks her eyes down to his hard cock again before regaining her focus and bringing it up to him.

“May I suck your cock Cal?” She asks around a whine, Austin’s hand on her ass. Rubbing it gently to warm it before he spanks her making her nose scrunch up. She had forgotten her manners for a second time, and his Baby was better behaved than that. Her butt cheek bounces slightly at the force, making his own cock twitch. He loved watching the way her butt jiggled, his hands naturally fell there with her. He looks up to see Cal staring at them both, the blue in his eyes almost swallowed whole by the black of his pupils.

“Y yes Luv you can.” The older man responds, groaning as she takes him into her hand first. He watches as she peers up at him under her lashes, before wrapping her lips around his tip. Moaning softly around him, flicking her tongue across his slit and whimpering. Lapping at him before she squeezes around his girth, slowly pumping her hand around him. A resounding groan coming from the tallest’s mouth, the wet suction making his stomach spasm.

“Fuck Vee...feels so good Luv.” He mutters, hips jerking up into her more. His hand pulling her hair up out of her face slightly. Other hand coming up to cup her jaw, brushing his thumb over her hollowed cheek. Austin smiles as he watches them, undoing his jeans and pushing them down. Callum moans lowly as Vera takes him farther into her mouth. She bobs her head slowly, whining around him. The blond walks towards the closet, grabbing the box of toys. Stepping back out to see Callum’s hand curled in her hair, grip gentle but slightly commanding. Hips jerking up into her mouth slightly, moans falling from his lips. The men both share a look, the older looking down at the girl. Before he gently pulls her off, listening to her whimper. Her mouth chasing him slightly before Austin is stepping over all of the way.

“Come on Baby...gonna let Cal get a taste of that pretty pussy. Goes on and on about how much he loves giving.” Austin says, tapping her butt gently with two of his long fingers. The signal seeming to register for her, her hand letting go of Callum’s cock. Looking up at her Dom before she slowly moves to shimmy up the bed. Austin humming softly to show his approval, before he looks at Callum standing there with his cock out drooling beads of precum.

Callum looks between them, his length jerking as she tugs her panties down her thighs. Austin taking them from her and setting them off to the side. Her core already wet, glistening slightly in the low light of the bedroom. Making his mouth water a little bit as he looks at her and then her center again. Austin had told him how good she tasted once when they were drinking, the alcohol making his tongue looser. Callum would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it a few times now, wondering if Austin was messing with him or not.

“She might not last long...hasn’t cum in almost six days now. Isn’t that right Kitten?” Vera nods a bit and bites her lip as she looks at Cal, the shame in her pretty green orbs making him curious. The flush on her cheeks beginning to creep down her neck and chest. Her pink nipples hard against her breasts, standing to attention and begging for affection. Soft milky skin holding freckles, stretch marks across her hips and breasts making him want to trace his tongue across them.

“Why’s that?” Callum asks kneeling up on the edge of the bed, hand wrapping around her ankle. Tugging her closer and watching her legs fall apart for him more. Her soft center enticing him, making his cock throb and mouth water again. Looking up at Austin question, seeing him staring down at the redhead with a little smirk.

“What did you do Baby?” Austin asks, pulling out a bottle of lube just in case. Looking at Callum’s cock definitely had him questioning if his Baby would be able to take him. Vera bites on her lower lip as she stares at him, embarrassment and a little bit of shame heavy in her eyes. He clears his throat and raises an eyebrow again, watching as Callum waits for the go ahead.

“I I teased Daddy at a party...and back talked him…then came without permission.” She whispers, shame in her tone. The blond hums softly as he leans down to kiss her. Cupping her jaw and squeezing gently, puffing her lips out slightly. The tightness that was starting in her shoulders lessening with each press of Austin against her. His fingers gently brushing across her cheek, listening to the little exhale she releases.

“Color Baby?” Austin asks as he looks down at her, brushing his hand over her forehead and to her hair. Her eyes coming up to his slowly, breathing deeply as she turns her head a bit. The blond seeming to know what she wants, brushing his thumb across her plush bottom lip.

“Green Daddy.” She whispers before wrapping her lips around his thumb, eyes closing for a moment. Grounding herself for a moment, the reminder of her behavior last week making her feel a spasm of sadness. Remember how disappointed her Dom had been with her, her ass stinging for the entire next day anytime she sat down. She could handle the not cumming, she could handle the spanks, but the disappointment in her Dom’s voice had been what broke her.

“But you’ve taken your punishment very well Baby...now let Cal taste you. Let him see God.” She nods a bit and looks at the older man, emerald orbs soft and pliant for him. Excitement mixed with nervousness behind his eyes before he looks at the way she’s trusting him. Making his stomach twist and curl, feeling himself fall into that roll. Not entirely sure where he fits in the categories that Austin and Vera do, but knowing he wants to be good for both of them. Austin watching them both for a moment, sliding his thumb from Vera’s lips.

“You’re a good girl aren’t you?”

“Yes Cal.” He hums softly and leans down between her legs. Brushing his nose against her’s softly, before he’s leaning in and kissing her. Lips brushing together, letting out a soft moan as his hands glide down her sides. Moving his mouth down her jaw to lick over her throat, knowing ‘no visible marks’ is one of Austin’s rules. He wraps his lips around one of her nipples, sucking and nipping at the peak of it. Listening to the responding moan come from her mouth, her hands staying on the sheets.

“Look so pretty laid out like this for us, gonna let Cal take what he wants? Gonna be a good girl? Just like you always are for me.” Austin asks as he sits down by the girl’s head, running his hand over the top of her head. Watching as Callum makes his way down Vera’s body, licking across the skin on her belly. Kissing at her hip bones and sucking a mark into her skin, before moving further down between her thighs. A soft moan slipping from his lips as he sees how wet she is, large thumbs pulling her lips apart. Watching as her little hole squeezes around nothing, leaking down between her cheeks.

“Such a pretty pussy Baby.” He tells her, before flattening out his tongue and lapping up her core. Vera moans softly and tilts her head to look up at her Dom. Austin runs his thumb down her lips, before she sucks it into her mouth again. He smiles softly as she moans when Callum sucks her lips into his mouth. The man between her thighs holding her close to himself, sucking and lapping at her hungrily.

“Does it feel good Baby?” She nods a bit and lets her eyes flutter shut, fingers gripping the sheets. Callum groans against her as he wiggles his tongue between her folds. His arms wrapping around her thighs to pull her closer to himself. Big hands splaying across her ribcage before he brings one hand up to pinch at one of her nipples.

“She’s got a good pussy huh Cal?” Austin asks smiling smugly as he looks down at his friend. Watching the way his friend flattens his tongue and licks up her center. Before he’s pulling away from her for a second, his cheeks a ruddy pink color. Wetness coating around his mouth, down to his chin, his fingers rolling her nipple like he doesn’t realize it. Vera whimpering around Austin’s thumb, her thighs quivering over the black haired man’s shoulders.

“Mhm so sweet.” He agrees accent having gone thicker with his own arousal, looking up to see the girl’s body tightening. Fingers gripping the blankets a little tighter as she concentrates on Austin’s thumb in her mouth. One of his hands leaning her body to pull her fingers into his hair, before he’s burying his face back between her thighs. Sucking at her clit, his hand coming down to sink two fingers into her. The squelch loud and obscene between her legs, Austin’s cock giving a kick in his briefs.

“P please Daddy.” She whispers hoarsely, thighs tensing next to the oldest’s head again. The blond’s thumb resting against her plump bottom lip now. Pulling down slightly and listening to the shuddery breath she lets out. Her eyes watering a bit as she holds on, moaning as her walls spasm around Callum’s thick digits. His fingers scissoring inside of her to push his tongue between them, nose rubbing against her aching clit.

“Not yet, hold it. Let Cal enjoy it.” The girl whimpers softly, hips jerking slightly. Austin brings his hand down to her core, starting to rub her clit in tight circles. Callum humming as he goes to push his tongue inside of her, feeling the way she spasms again. Her lower back arching up off of the mattress slightly, heels digging into his shoulders a bit. Stomach sucking in as she feels the pleasure zinging up her spine, almost becoming overwhelming.

“Please please please Daddy I I can’t please.” She begs brokenly, her stomach clenching while her thighs try to close again. Trying to hold it, not wanting to disappoint either of the men giving her attention. Her fingers clutching at Callum’s hair tightly as tears well up in her eyes, muscles quivering. Looking up at Austin pleadingly, the Dom humming softly as he watches her. Finger tips able to feel how her clit is pounding with her thudding heart beat.

“I dunno...what do you think Cal?” Austin asks looking down at his best friend. Seeing the way his lips are wet, chin matching in a gleam. Fingers pushed back inside of her, thrusting and gliding across her sweet spot on every stroke. His lips meeting her thigh, nipping gently and feeling how her muscle shakes harder. Whimpers coming from her throat in a steady stream, her pretty eyes leaking down her cheeks.

“Mm I think she can do better.” He responds, a soft cry leaves her lips. Callum pressing kisses to her inner thighs again, looking at the way her core has flushed to a deep pink color. Her hole clenching around his fingers tighter as she borderline sobs above him. Leaking around his digits, creating a little puddle under her butt. His mouth sliding down to lick, lapping between her cheeks and dragging up farther.

“P please please I can’t Daddy please I can’t hold on. Please wanna be good please.” She whimpers, the younger man nods knowing how close she is. Austin’s fingers beginning to add a little more pressure and speed to her bundle of nerves. Looking down at Callum, nodding gently, letting the older take this moment of control. Wanting Vera to know she can trust that the black haired man will get her there.

“You can cum Luv.” Callum tells her, Austin pulling his fingers from her clit for Callum to wrap his lips around. A string of gasps leaves her mouth as she releases, hips arching slightly. He rides her through her high, moaning as she clenches around him. The wet sound coming from her center louder now as he thrusts his fingers into her harder. Dragging out her orgasm and groaning against her as she tugs his hair harder in her dainty fist. Austin bringing a hand down to grip himself over his briefs, watching the pair of them.

“That’s it my good girl, cumming all over Cal’s tongue like that.” Austin murmurs, leaning down and kissing her softly. Callum moans before Austin is tugging him up, getting a groan from the taller man at the grip in his hair. Pushing at his bigger body slightly to get him to cover Vera better, little quivers racking her system. Her cheeks tinted a deep red color, sweat in her hairline, lips spit slick.

“Go on...she likes the taste of her pussy.” He says, the black haired man raises a brow before leaning down and kissing the girl. She lets out a soft moan, sucking his tongue into her mouth. Making him groan softly, length jerking between them. Resting against her belly button, tip drooling down onto her skin. Her hand falling from his hair to hold onto his shoulder, whimpering softly as she lays there. Thighs splayed open around his waist, while he grinds forward just a little bit.

“Put it in.” He murmurs, kissing down her jaw and nipping lightly. She reaches between them, whimpering quietly as his tip slides through her folds. Vera arches her hips towards him, biting on her lower lip. Before he pushes his tip into her slowly, moaning quietly. Austin watching them both closely, trying to make sure she isn’t hurting at all. Eyeing the lube, watching the way Callum sits up a little more. One hand on her waist while the other holds his cock, only a third of the way buried inside of her. Pulling out until just his tip is buried inside of her, before he’s pushing back in slowly.

“Fuck...such a tight pussy.” Callum groans, hips jerking towards her just a little bit at the tight squeeze. The older man’s cheeks flushed a deep red all the way down to his chest, tips of his ears burning. Austin watching Vera’s face again, her eyes blown wide as she watches Callum above her.

“Color baby? Cal just wait a minute.” The black haired man freezes as he waits, panting softly as he looks down at her. Worried he’s hurt her, Austin shifting as he sees the far away look in her eyes. Bringing his hand up to brush across her lower lip, her eyes darting over to him.

“G green Daddy.” She whispers, voice sounding soft and small. Her muscles completely lax under Callum, the blond nodding for the other man to keep going. Watching as he rocks slowly inside of her, sinking in a little more with every in stroke. Austin brushing his thumb across her lower lip again, her lips wrapping around his thumb to suck lazily. Moaning lowly at the stretch of the Brit inside of her, her hips lifting a bit.

“Bet it feels good huh Baby? Tight little pussy around his cock.” The blond says softly, she whimpers in her throat nodding her head. Before Callum pushes up onto his knees more, lifting her hips up. Digging his thumbs into her pelvic bone and grinding forward all of the way. His eyes trailing up her body and feeling his length jerk. Before starting to rock his hips, dragging her body towards him more. Her lower half propped up on his knees as he moves her like a rag doll. Vera moans as he knocks into her g-spot quickly, she tilts her head towards her Dom.

“P please Daddy.” She whispers, gently touching his length through his boxers. Cock achingly hard, a wet patch having formed where he’s been steadily leaking. He hums softly and looks down at her, dragging his damp thumb across her cheek. Spreading a streak of spit over her skin, watching her eyelashes flutter. Callum moaning as he rocks into her at a steady pace, his paws of hands gripping her tighter.

“What do you want kitten?” He questions, her eyes flutter closed as Callum rams into her sweet spot harder now. Jaw dropping slightly as her walls spasm around him, still sensitive from her previous orgasm. Clit pulsing dully between her thighs, one of Callum’s hands coming up to pinch and pull at a nipple. His head tipping forward while his shoulders hunch a bit at the pleasure coursing through his system.

“Y your cock please...want it in my mouth.” She breaths, arching her back and looking up at him. Austin bites his lip slightly and tugs his boxers down tucking them beneath his balls. Rising up on his knees better to shuffle closer to her face, watching her eyes open to look at him. Letting his length rest on her lips, she gasps softly. Body jostling with the black haired man’s thrusts, her walls squeezing around him tightly at the harsh hit to her sensitive walls.

“Fuck Vee.” Callum mumbles as he lifts her hips into him more, moaning louder. She lets her eyes close briefly as she wraps her lips around Austin’s tip. Laving her tongue over his wet skin, tasting his precum and whimpering at the familiarity. The blond moaning quietly and gently running his fingers through the top of her hair. She sucks on him harder, moaning around him while her hand pumps at him lazily. Callum pushing into her a little harder, groaning at the tight squeeze. His eyes squeezing shut as his head falls forward again, chin almost touching his chest.

“Fuck...fuck I’m gonna cum.” He gets out between clenched teeth, opening his eyes and watching himself push in and out of her. Length glistening in the light, before he’s bringing his thumb down to rub her clit. Vera letting out a shocked sound as her lower stomach clenches up at the added pleasure. Before she’s pulling off of Austin with little panting whines coming from her. The pressure from Callum’s hand pushing her into the bed slightly, his body becoming heavier with his impending release.

“D Daddy...I’m gonna, please I’m gonna cum.” She breaths, hand squeezing around his girth. Austin moaning softly as he watches her eyes flutter shut. He looks down to see Callum’s hips stuttering into her, his jaw dropped. Air puffing from his mouth raggedly as he whines, toes curling where they’re tucked behind himself. The sound of their skin meeting becoming louder with each subsequent movement from the Brit. His large hand squeezing her breast a little tighter, needing to ground himself in some way.

“Gonna fill her up Cal? She loves being fucked and filled. Don’t you Baby?” Austin asks as he looks down at his Sub, admiring her red cheeks. She nods slightly, jaw dropped open as she moans breathlessly. Callum making a debauched sound, as high pitched as his deep voice can go. Slamming into her harder now, chasing that pleasure that’s making his balls tense up. Pulling tighter to his body as he fights that edge of falling over.

“P please Daddy.” Vera begs quietly, thighs dropping into the bed more. Spreading her pelvis and seeming to let Callum slam deeper into her. The oldest man presses his hand into the lower part of her stomach. Angling his hips and ramming into her sweet spot, getting high pitched sobs to come from her throat. Walls squeezing around him tighter, getting his length to twitch. His resolve breaking as he feels the way she’s clamping down on him, making it hard for him to pull away.

“Fuck fuck yes Baby, fuck.” Callum groans out, body stuttering as he starts to release. Pulling out a little bit before pushing back in, panting lowly. Austin groaning softly as he listens to Vera’s little whimpers. Tears in her eyes as she lays there, overwhelmed but right on the precipice of falling over the edge again. Pleasure curling around her lower spine, tingling all the way out to her toes. A little devious smirk flirting across the blond’s face as he shifts himself next to her ribcage.

“Bet your pussy is so tight right now…isn’t it Baby?” Austin asks as he dips his fingers down again to rub her clit, hearing the way Callum’s breath shudders. Knowing she’s clenching down on him, before he hears Vera’s whimpers. The black hair man’s body twitching with oversensitivity, cock half soft as he kneels there still.

“Please…please Daddy, can I cum?” She asks him, voice hitching when he touches her a clit a little harder. Watching the way Callum’s hips stutter slightly, the man having gone to pull out only for Austin to put a hand on his lower spine to push him back in. The agonized groan coming from the older man making Austin leak down his shaft. Callum’s face lifting to look at him, jaw dropped open with eyes blown so wide barely any blue is visible.

“I think it’s only fair that she cum around you…since you didn’t make her cum before you did.” Callum’s eyes flick up to his best friend’s face again, seeing the look in his eyes. Before he’s groaning at the feel of Vera’s walls spasming around him. Listening as she hiccups and moans for them both, thigh muscles tensing under his touch. His large hands splayed over both now, gripping at the apex of where her thigh meets her pelvis.

“Go ahead and cum Baby…that’s it.” Austin coos as he feels the way her clit throbs against his finger tips. Callum groaning deep in his chest as she spasms around him, squeezing so tight his cock gives a feeble twitch. Her whimpering moans making his head swirl as he watches her come undone. Breathing deeply as Austin’s finger tips slow on her clit, cupping her core gently before Callum is able to slip out of her. Cock slapping his thigh slightly, covered in their combined releases, eyes watching as she leaks his cum.

“Color Baby?” Austin asks her, wanting to bury himself inside of her. Cock aching and throbbing in the open air, positive he’s leaked enough precum to create a puddle. Vera opens her eyes to look up at him, blinking slowly almost like she didn’t hear him. Swallowing thickly while she lays there, Callum’s hands absentmindedly rubbing up her thighs.

“Green…D Daddy…wanna, wanna make you cum too.” Vera tells him, eyes hazy still as she looks up at him. He flicks his eyes down to her’s smiling a bit as he leans down to kiss her slowly, his fingers slipping down to her core. Callum’s breath hitching when he sees the way Austin pushes his release back inside of her. A deep groan resounding in his chest while Vera whimpers softly. Walls squeezing around his slender digits, while Austin just keeps his fingers buried.

“You want my cock stretching you out? Maybe I’ll plug this little pussy up and fuck your ass…or you want me to fuck this messy hole? Fuck I know you like that.” He says against her mouth, moving his lips down to press little kisses to her skin. Before he’s going to shift her around, his body closest to the headboard now. Vera’s head towards the foot of the bed, looking up at Callum with deep green eyes. Pupils blown so wide she almost reminds him of a seal, his large hand coming down to cup her cheek.

“You’re going to be a good girl and clean Cal up…but remember your manners.” Austin states as he gets her body positioned how he wants, her core fluttering around nothing now. She looks up at Callum again, eyes glassy still as she opens her mouth for him. Pink tongue flattening for him to press into her mouth, his stomach spasming. Worried briefly about the blood flow that keeps leaving his head, and if getting hard again would cause permanent damage.

“Oh fucking Christ.” He whispers as he lets her take him into her mouth, feeling the way she moans as Austin pushes into her. Looking up he sees the way Austin is staring down at her, watching her face contort as he grinds himself deep. Long fingers gripping her waist, splaying out to touch as much skin as possible. Feeling stretch marks, soft skin, and little goosebumps forming.

“She really is so good for you.” Callum murmurs, getting the blond man’s eyes to flick up to his face. A smirk playing on his lips just as Vera lets his length go. Cleaned except for the saliva from her mouth, a whimpering moan coming from her. Full body twitch coursing through her at the feel of Austin hitting her g-spot, his hands gliding up her body slowly. Letting her feel the sensations of him, knowing she’s deep in that floaty space right now.

“She’s my best girl…isn’t that right Baby.” Austin hums before he’s bringing his fingers that had been buried inside of her up. Letting her wrap her lips around them, the woman having an affixation to having something in her mouth while he fucked her. Callum gently runs his fingers through her hair before he brings his other fingers up to his mouth. Licking the pads and bringing them to her nipple to twist and roll slowly. Listening to the whining moan come from around the other man’s digits.

“Fuck that’s it Sweetheart…taking my cock so fucking well.” Austin moans, worked up from watching her with Callum, knowing he isn’t going to last long. He pulls her hips up a little more, slamming into her sweet spot on every in stroke. A muffled cry leaving her mouth, he hooks his thumb under her jaw keeping her lips closed.

“Fuck Daddy…” Callum groans as he watches them, not even realizing he’s dropped the name, his eyes transfixed on the way the other man is plunging in and out of her. The slick sound of his length leaving and entering her core making his stomach twist again. The black haired man’s cum clinging to his cock, making it glisten even more in the light.

“Bet you’d like to get fucked wouldn’t you Cal? Bet we’d have you crying by the end of the night.” The blond chuckles as he feels the wetness on Vera’s cheeks as tears begin to streak down. The sub overstimulated from everything that’s happened so far, he slips his fingers from her mouth. Tapping her cheek gently with the pads of his wet fingers, trying to get her attention.

“Color baby?” He slows his hips down slightly, his release tingling down to his toes. Close but wanting to make sure he’s got her checked first. Watching as Callum sits up straighter, looking down at her in slight worry. Not knowing when she’s this deep under that tears are a normal occurrence for her.

“Luv…color?” Callum asks as he gently brushes under her eye making her eyes flutter open slightly. Tears making her eyes shiny, truly making them look like emeralds staring back up at him. Her mouth dropping open on a soundless moan, walls clenching and clamping down on Austin’s length again.

“G green…please, please Daddy.” She whimpers out, looking at Callum but talking to Austin. The blond groaning softly as he starts moving his waist again. Watching the way Callum leans down to kiss her, shuffling back on the bed to suck her tongue into his mouth. Vera moaning as she feels his rough palm curling around her throat. Squeezing slightly and making her walls flutter around Austin’s length. The Dom holding on by a thread, watching the two in front of him with rapt attention.

“That’s it, yea, she loves having a pretty necklace on.” The man groans as he starts rubbing her clit in swift swipes, feeling the way her thighs tense up. Callum still kissing her, enjoying the feel of her plush mouth against his. His fingers squeezing her throat a little more, before a sob trickles up. Muscles locking up, sore and sensitive clit aching and burning in the best way.

“Cum around my cock Baby…fuck Sweetheart…yes, yes fuck.” Austin grunts out as he rocks his hips into her’s a little harder. While she hits her release, her muscles locking up as she squirts out onto his lower stomach. Callum pulling from her lips to look down, moaning at the sight. Watching the droplets drip down the blond’s lower stomach to the trimmed hair on his pubic bone. His hips slamming into her harder chasing his own release now, able to taste it.

“Maybe I’ll let you lick it off of me Cal.” Austin groans as his head tips forward and he presses his hands onto her thighs now. Digging blunt nails into her skin while hauling her closer to himself. His hips lose their rhythm and he’s slamming into her two more times. Raising up slightly while burying as deep as he can, head tipping back in ecstasy.

“Shit…fuck, yes…pussy is so fucking tight.” He grunts out as he shudders through his orgasm. His hands gripping her thighs tightly, panting softly as he stays buried inside of her for a few moments. Vera panting softly on the bed, before Callum is shifting slightly. The full body quivers racking through her making him a little nervous. Watching as Austin leans down and presses his lips to the corner of her mouth. Breathing heavily, skin tinged pink from exertion, sweat making his hair floppy on his forehead.

“Did so well for us Baby…took it so well. Love you so much.” The Dom whispers next to her ear, slowly pulling out of her and listening to her broken whimper. Callum gently running his hand through her hair, not wanting to impede on their moment. Austin presses soft kisses to her jaw, feeling the way she breathes shuddery under him. His hand cupping her core gently, soothing almost as he feels the way she throbs against his fingertips.

“Did…did good for you?” Vera murmurs as she turns her head slightly to look at Callum, Austin pressing his mouth to the underside of her jaw. Looking at him as well and nodding his head a bit. Encouraging him silently to dole out the praise for the Sub, her body boneless under his own. Tears having dried to her cheeks, making them tacky and salty under Austin’s lips.

“Did so well Luv, thank you.” Callum says as he leans down and gently kisses the sub. Austin carefully pulls away, the woman making a soft sound before he’s shushing her gently. The Dom moving to grab a warm wet rag from the conjoined bathroom. Beginning to wipe her down, starting with her face and tear tracks. The smaller looking up at him as he slips his thumb into her mouth for a moment, letting her suck lazily. Eyes fluttering closed as she trusts him to take care of her, to bring all of the parts that shattered back together.

“There we go…can you go grab a Gatorade and a snack for her? The basket on top of the fridge.” Austin says as he looks at Callum, the man nodding his head quickly while he grabs his briefs and is out of the room. The taller hooking his arms under her body to lift her up; bringing her to the bathroom. She uses the restroom before he’s setting her on the counter, brushing her hair back for her. Staying close as she sways in the slightest, a bit lightheaded from the change in positions.

“He’s staying?” She murmurs to him, feeling Austin brushing the skin under her eyes softly. Still under that cloud of haze, enjoying the feel of his hands on her. Bringing her heart rate back down to a normal level, his lips meeting her forehead. Hands massaging her thighs, up to her hips, seeing the finger tip shaped bruises already forming.

“I’ll ask him okay Baby? Did so well for us.” He tells her, pressing a kiss to her head and lifting her back up. Bringing her to the room he checks the bedding to make sure it’s not wet at all. Before he’s tugging the thick comforter down and tucking her in, she makes a soft sound before he’s quieting her again. Brushing her hair back again, grabbing his briefs and sliding them up his thighs. Sitting back down next to the girl, rubbing her neck gently as she lays there.

“I hope this one’s alright, wasn’t sure which one to grab.” Callum says as he comes back in, feeling a little shaky himself. Holding up the apple sauce pouch, looking up to see the couple in the bed together. All of the snacks had been soft, the man assuming it was a purposeful move. Austin nods his head in agreement as he looks up from his girlfriend, curled under the blankets.

“Mhm, that one’s good. Do you want to use the bathroom? And come back out…she wants you to stay…it’ll be good for her, and me honestly. Most likely you too.” Austin says as he looks at the older man, seeing the shock filter across his face before he nods a bit. Handing the two items to the blond before going to the bathroom, coming back out to see Austin half laying next to Vera now. The girl nodding off every now and then, the pouch empty in the trash can next to the bed. Gatorade a third of the way gone, while Austin brushes her hair back from her face gently.

“Drink some of this too.” The other man says as he passes the bottle to the older, the man having slid in on the redhead’s other side. He drinks some of the fruity liquid down before handing it back. Vera reaches for him shyly, gently tugging on him to get his body up against her’s. Callum scooting closer until he’s pressed up against her side snuggly. Bare skin touching, making him realize she’s just in her panties too. Soft cotton compared to the lace from earlier, her chest bare as she holds onto his forearm softly.

“Sweet girl gets snuggly after a scene.” Austin states quietly before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Drinking down the last bit of the Gatorade before he’s tossing it into the trash. Flicking off the lights and looking over to make sure the iPod dock has lit up and started playing the piano music. Humming in content when it does, Vera already essentially asleep on his body. Callum’s arm tucked around her waist, touching Austin’s side softly. He rests his arm over Vera’s head, before he’s running his fingers through Callum’s hair. The three of them quiet as they settle fully into the bed. Sleep overtaking them easily, throughly worn out and spent.

tagging some mutuals who I think might be interested:

@ab4eva @psycheetamore @therealslimshakespeare @optimisticflicker @austinbutlerslovers

[tommydarlings]

dom!husband!dad!austin x sub!wife!mother!reader smut ff now available to read on my Patreon!! 💕💛

[emma181873]

So 👏🏻

I was wondering if you guys would like so smut? Or fluff? Or some lemonnn? Idkk im just bored and i used to write a lil but it was is 2020 and it was so bad bro. But I’m actually going to school and i actually know punctuation 😮 crazy ik.

If any of u have any recommendations I’d love to take them. I’m really enjoying subby Elvis rn but I’d love some dommy Elvis to. I’d need requests tho I’m so bad at coming up w stuff

Just lmk doll, love ya

Here’s some pics

[xmysweetcreaturex]

reblogging this again, because it makes me want to peel off my skin (in a good way) (in a heartbreaking way)

WHAT?! WHAT?! "IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME AND YOU GETTING MARRIED." WHAT?????!

Either Callum Turner made that up and is in love with Austin Butler, or the actual ppl were very tragically gay. It's probably both

[austinbutlerslovers]

Master List 100% Smut

💝Romantic ❤️‍🔥Passionate ⚠️Hardcore 🚨Deranged 🏆 TOP

••••••••••••••••• New Releases ••••••••••••••••

🔗 CEO Daddy 2.7 🔗Just Between Us 2.9 🔗 Laced in Love 2.14

⚠️ Obsession 🏆 One Shot

❤️‍🔥 Power & Control One Shot

⚠️Feyd Fantasy 1 Pleasure & Pain 🏆✨

🚨Feyd Fantasy 2 Baroness & Breeder 🏆

⚠️Feyd Fantasy 3 Kill or Be Killed 🏆

🚨Feyd Fantasy 4 Madness & Mayhem 🏆✨

⚠️ Feyd Fantasy Part 5 Endless Empire

⚠️ Feyd Fantasy Part 6 Brazen Baron

🚨 Feyd Fantasy Part 7 Honor & Heir COMPLETE

💝Laced in Love NEW 2.14

❤️‍🔥Just Between Us NEW 2.9

❤️‍🔥Birthday Girl NEW 2.7.25

❤️‍🔥Passenger Princess NEW 1.28.25

💝Golden Glow 1.19.25

❤️‍🔥Overstimulation 1.16.25

❤️‍🔥Rebound Romance 1.9.25

💝Model Patient 2 1.9.25

❤️‍🔥Heavy Part 2 1.5.25

💝How We Became Us 12.25.24

💝Wrapped in Love 🏆 12.22.24

💝 Model Patient 12.14.24

🚨Edge of Desire 12.11.24

❤️‍🔥Buzzcut 🏆 ✨ 12.7.24

💝Thankful 11.28.24

❤️‍🔥Birthday Boy 11.24

❤️‍🔥New Fetish 🏆 11.22

❤️‍🔥The Massage 11.18

💝His Princess 🏆 11.13

❤️‍🔥Heavy 🏆 10.7

💝Austins Praises 10.6

💝One Night in Budapest 9.16

❤️‍🔥Fight Training 🏆 (Sub Austin)

💝Avec Moi 🏆 (anniversary sex)

💝Cat Daddy (fluff +smut)

❤️‍🔥Ride Me (kink)

❤️‍🔥Lazy Day 69 🏆

💝False God (meet cute)

💝Austins Bath

❤️‍🔥Wet Dream

❤️‍🔥Hollywood Authentic Feeling

🚨Austins Angst

❤️‍🔥Work Me Like Wet Clay (very first fic ever ✨)

🔗 His Every Desire 1.26.25

🔗 CEO Daddy 2.7.25

❤️‍🔥After Hours 🏆 ✨ 9.24

❤️‍🔥Kiss it Better 10.13

❤️‍🔥Jealous 10.24

❤️‍🔥Playing Dirty 11.4

❤️‍🔥Zip Ties 🏆 11.7.

❤️‍🔥Another Load 11.15

❤️‍🔥New Neighbor NEW 2.2.25

💝But Daddy I Love Him NEW 1.1.25

❤️‍🔥Benny Cross Part 1: 🏆 ✨ Handsome Stranger 7.3.24

💝Benny Cross Part 2: The Vandals 7.16.24

❤️‍🩹Benny Cross Part 3: Playing House 7.22.24

❤️‍🔥Benny Cross Part 4: ‘Til Death 8.29.24

❤️‍🩹Benny Cross Chapter 5 🏆 Broken Promises 9.4.24

❤️‍🔥Benny Cross Chapter 6: For Keeps COMPLETED 9.12.24 🚨The Chase 🎃 🏆 10.19.24

⚠️ The Good Girl (one shot) 🏆✨ 9.23.24

❤️‍🔥Until the Bed Breaks (one shot) 🏆 ✨ 9.16.24

❤️‍🔥He Knows Things (one shot) 🏆 9.6.24

❤️‍🔥Rough Ride (one shot ) 8.4.24

❤️‍🔥Strip for Me (one shot)🏆 6.12.24

❤️‍🔥Chokehold (one shot) 6.8.24

❤️‍🔥Hard at Work (one shot) 🏆

⚠️Under the Mistletoe 12.18.24

⚠️ Silk & Silence NEW 1.1.25

⚠️ Drenched in Shadows NEW 1.13.25

🚨 Pretty Little Secret 12.5.24

🚨 The Hunt (Austin Vampire 2) 11.19.24

❤️‍🔥The Red Dress 🏆 11.11.24

⚠️ Blood Bound (Austin Vampire ) 10.30.24

🚨 Teachers Pet 🏆✨5.4.24

🚨 Mr. Butlers Babysitter 🏆✨

🚨 Mr. Butlers Babysitter 2 🏆

🚨 Mr. Butlers Babysitter 3 🏆 5.12.24

🚨 Mr. Butlers Babysitter 4 COMPLETED 6.30.24

❤️‍🔥Eternal Ink 5.29.24

⚠️ The Belt 6.1.24

💝 Sweet as Pie 🎃 10.31.24

💝Major Gale Fantasy 1:He Racks You Down&Knocks You Up✨

💝Major Gale Fantasy 2 : Missing You Every Second

⚠️ Bucked & Fxcked 🏆✨

⚠️Bucked & Fxcked Part 2 One Last Buck 🏆

🚨Lake House Lessons

⚠️You Will Call Me Sir

💝Well I’ll Be Damned 6.1.24

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Special thanks to @you-bleed-just-toknowyouarealive @lindszeppelin for helping me create a masterlist 💗

[kinascum]

TO OUR FUTURE SELVES ᯓ★

Austin Butler x Reader

wc: im too lazy | summary: He chuckles, a dumb smile on his face “I’m recording a video for our future kids.” | nav - taglist

The living room was a warm haven, bathed in the soft glow of the Christmas lights still lingering from a few days ago. A gentle hum of contentment filled the air as the crackling fireplace threw playful shadows on the walls. You sat there, nestled into the embrace of the couch, a steaming cup of tea in your hands, the warmth seeping into your fingers. The house felt alive with the whispers of memories, each corner holding onto a fragment of laughter or a soft, shared smile.

Austin walked in, his eyes bright with excitement, cradling a device that looked like a relic from a bygone era. It was the camcorder you'd gifted him, the same model his parents had used to capture his childhood. He raised it, pointing it at you, and your heart fluttered with a mix of amusement and affection. He hit the record button with a dramatic flourish, and you couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm.

"Hey, future kids," he began, speaking into the camera lens as if it were a portal to another time. "It's your old man, capturing today's magic for you to cherish. Can you believe we're already three days into the new year?" His voice was a comforting murmur, a gentle background to the quiet evening.

You watched him, your curiosity piqued as he panned the camera around the room, capturing the flickering lights, the slightly wilted Christmas tree, and the pile of gifts that had yet to be put away. His eyes met yours over the camera's viewfinder, and you felt a silent conversation pass between you. This was something new, something unexpectedly sweet and nostalgic. The mundane was suddenly filled with a poignant significance.

"And here we have your mom, enjoying a well-deserved break after the holidays," he continued, the lens zooming in to frame your face. You sipped your tea, feigned surprise, and waved at the camera with a laugh. "She's the glue that holds this crazy family together," he said with a wink, and your cheeks grew warm under the scrutiny of the small, digital eye. The intimacy of the moment was oddly amplified by the camera's presence. It was as if the future was watching, eager to share in this quiet slice of your life.

The camcorder whirred softly as it recorded, the red light a steady heartbeat. Austin padded over to the couch and sat down next to you, his arm draped casually over the back. The weight of his hand on your shoulder was a silent reassurance, a promise that he'd always be there to capture these moments, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant.

"This is just a typical evening for us," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Your mom and I, just being us." He leaned in to give you a peck on the cheek, the sudden closeness making you blush even more. The camera caught the brief flash of affection, the sound of his lips against your skin muffled by the fabric of your sweater. It was a simple, domestic scene, but to the future children who would watch this, it would be a treasure trove of love and comfort.

The fire popped and crackled, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney. Austin turned the camera to the flames, their mesmerizing dance reflected in his eyes. "Remember this warmth," he said to the future, "and know that it's always here for you, in our hearts and in this home." He paused, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Merry belated Christmas, from the past."

With that, he reached out and hit the stop button. The red light winked out, and the room fell back into its quiet rhythm. He set the camcorder aside and pulled you into a hug, the warmth of his body pressing against yours. "Merry Christmas, love," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear.

The scene was over, the memory stored, but the feeling lingered. You leaned into his embrace, savoring the moment, knowing that in years to come, you'd watch this video together, your hearts swelling with the love that had only grown stronger with time. The future felt closer, more tangible, as if you were already sharing a secret smile with the little ones who would one day call you 'Mom' and 'Dad'.

[elvisabutler]

eros

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[cryingabtab]

Surprise (18+)

This is the 5th installment of my series "Louder".

Pairing: Sub!Fratboy!Austin x Dom!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Smut (MINORS DNI), Dom/Sub dynamics, use of "mama", cursing, anal fingering, butt plugs, strap-on, implied bisexuality, pegging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, crying, hair pulling, praise kink, degradation kink, NOT PROOF READ

After the previous weekend, Austin had been much less of a nuisance. He had been over everyday once you came home from work, wanting to cuddle and just be loved. Now that it was the weekend once more, you were excited. Not just because you got to spend more time with him, but because you had something up your sleeve. 

A knock sounded at your front door and you rushed to look through the peephole. Upon seeing Austin, you opened the door and barely gave him time to react before you were pulling him inside. He held back a smile as he stared down at you, looking at you like you’d hung the stars. “Hi Mama,” he drawled, fondness filling every syllable. He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. “Missed you,” he murmured, voice muffled against your skin. 

“Hey there sweet boy,” you grinned. “You just saw me yesterday.”

Austin hummed in agreement but didn’t pull away. You laughed a little as you brought a hand up to scratch his scalp, “Well I missed you too.” 

You could feel his smile on your neck. The two of you stood there for a moment before he ended up pulling away from you, “Can we fuck?” 

You narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms, “Is that how we ask?”

His eyes widened and he started to quickly shake his head. “N-No. I’m sorry, mama,” he started. “Can we please play, mama?” 

A smirk settled on your face. “Much better,” you cooed. “Of course we can play, baby. I’ve got a surprise for you in my room, c’mon.” 

You took him by the hand and led him to your room. You heard his breath hitch and turn into a desperate whine as he looked at the items you had spread out on your bed. On your bed was a bottle of lube, a matte black plug, and a pair of lavender lace panties, much like the ones he’d broken in to sniff weeks prior. Little did he know that these items weren’t the only surprises you had. 

“Go ahead and strip down for me, baby,” you said with a smirk. You almost laughed at how quickly he obeyed your command, especially when he almost tripped getting out of his pants and boxers. Once he was fully nude you gave him his next instruction. “Get on the bed. All fours.”

He scrambled into position, his hard cock dangling between his legs. Still fully clothed, you sat on the bed and grabbed the lube, smearing some on your fingers. Without warning, you circled your fingers around his pink hole. It immediately clenched at the soft touch and a high pitched whimper escaped from Austin. Slowly, you pushed a single finger into him, a deep mewl echoing throughout the room. 

“That feel good, baby boy?” You cooed, curling your finger inside of him. He responded with a loud moan as he pushed back on your finger, trying to get you to go deeper. “Ah ah,” you tsked. “Use your words.”

A trembling whimper passed his lips, “Y-Yes mama! Feels so-o good. M-More p-pl-please!” He nearly sobbed. You’d barely done anything and he was already so desperate. You smiled with pride as you slipped another finger inside of him, curling them once they were as deep as you could get them. 

The obscene, pornographic sounds that Austin was making had you vigorously curling and scissoring your fingers inside of him in order to work him open enough for the plug. You looked at his cock hanging between his legs. It was red and leaking. 

“M-Mama,” he whined. “G-Gonna cum. F-Fuck!” 

He was trying to hold back, but you weren’t going to let him today. “Cum for me sweet boy,” you smirked. “Show mama how good she’s making you feel.”

Austin choked on a sob as his untouched cock started to shoot out rope after rope of milky white. His arms and legs shook under him as he struggled to keep himself up. You slowly removed your fingers, relishing in his desperate whimpering at the newfound emptiness. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna fill you back up.” You chuckled before lubing up the plug and easing it inside of him. “Now, I’m gonna go get changed. Put the panties on and wait for me.” 

You stood up and made your way to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You removed your clothes and put on a baby blue set, along with a matching harness for a strap-on of the same color. You fixed your hair in the mirror before walking back out, smirking at the sight of an already fucked out Austin waiting for you, all pretty in his lace panties. 

His jaw dropped as he looked at you, eyes blown with lust. You grabbed a small remote from the top of your dresser before walking over to the bed. “Get on your knees for mama.” 

His trembling body made its way onto the floor, on his knees in front of you, face to face with your strap. “I was thinking,” you spoke. “You have such pretty dick sucking lips. It’d be a shame not to put that to good use. Think you can take it baby?”

Austin looked up at you, eyes glassy and lips pouted. “Mama, I’m in a frat,” he said with a smile. “You really think I haven’t sucked a cock before?” Then he leaned forward and took your strap right into his mouth. His cheeks were hollowed as he took it all into his mouth, choking slightly as it hit the back of his throat. 

Your eyes widened as you tried to process that information. However, you quickly stopped trying to process it as he looked up at you with glazed over doe eyes and his red lips stretched around the light blue plastic. You suddenly remembered the remote in your hand. You pressed a few buttons and his panties began to vibrate. A choked sob came out muffled against the plastic cock, his hips bucking against the air. 

“You cum whenever you need to, okay baby?” you smirked. He hummed out a response as you increased the level of vibration. Then you began thrusting into his mouth. The gagging and choking sounds that left him had you nearly dripping. Within seconds, tears started to stream down his face as he came for a second time, soiling the panties in the process. However, you didn’t stop, you kept fucking his mouth as you turned the vibrations up once more. 

He was sobbing. His moans and whimpers got louder by the second and before you knew it he came for a third time, soiling the panties even further. It was then that you stopped the vibrations and pulled out. You helped him stand on shaky legs and pulled the panties, now soaked in his milky release, off of his body. 

Once he was seated on the bed he looked up at you again, his lips swollen and red, his entire body flushed pink, and his pupils completely blown out. “Mama? Are you gonna fuck me?” He asked quietly. 

“Do you want me to?” You questioned, moving some hair off of his forehead. 

He nodded eagerly, “Please.” His cock was already half hard again. 

“Alright, baby. Hands and knees.” 

He slowly but surely made his way onto his hands and knees, his ass sticking out in the air just begging to be fucked. You slowly eased the plug out of him and moaned at the sight of his gaping hole. You smeared some lube onto the strap before you slowly began to push in. 

A chorus of high pitched obscenities filled the room. “More more more more more!” Austin cried, trying to push back onto the toy. 

“Okay, baby whatever you say.” You smirked as you quickly bottomed out.

 Austin screamed out in pleasure, “Mama!”

At that point you began to slam into him relentlessly, enjoying his sobs. You grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled his head back, causing his back to arch and the strap to go in at a slightly new angle that had his eyes rolling into the back of his as he let out a long deep moan. 

“You like being filled up with mama’s cock, huh? You’re such a fucking slut for me,” you grunted as you kept up your quick pace. “You gonna cum again baby? You wanna cum on mama’s cock?”

Austin could barely breathe as he let out the most desperate high pitched whine you’d ever heard. His entire body began to convulse as he orgasmed a fourth time. Except this one was different. Nothing came out as his cock began to soften. You slowly pulled out and he immediately collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily as his body shook with aftershocks. 

You removed the strap and set it aside before laying next to him and stroking his hair. He wrapped his entire body around you and let you hold him. 

“‘M sleepy mama.” he slurred, fighting to keep his eyes open. 

“Go to sleep, sweet boy. You did so good,” you cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

A lazy smile spread across his lips as he let his eyes flutter shut. Then he fell asleep, but not before muttering a soft confession. “I love you, mama.”

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[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.