summary: after a big event behind you, you're finally able to relax into the arms of your husband
Your hand found his bare chest, right above his heart, tracing faint hairs of gold. Chill air blew past the curtains, but it was dark outside, you didn't have to worry about anyone seeing you, except for the moon hung up bright in the sky.
Austin's arms were wrapped around your body, skin pressed on skin, breaths touching each other in the most intimate of ways. Neither of you spoke for a while as you let the day linger on your skin, the tranquility a stark contrast to what the day had been.
Big wedding, bigger cake, with laughter so loud no one cared about the music. It was a good day— seeing two people you cared about happy and in love would make any day a good day.
The day was theirs, but the evening was yours. And you both made sure you'd remember that the following day as well. Lips bruised the skin above his chest, trailing cheekily to his jaw, right there where you knew he liked. Austin's lips were a plump pink— beautifully seductive that made you blush at the thought of his sweet torture.
You let out a soft sigh, feeling content and relaxed in the warmth and safety of his arms. God, you were happy. Did he know that he made you the happiest? Did he know that you blushed at the vague mention of his name?
"You know I love you?" you asked, shuffling against him, your jaw settling on his pectorals. Austin smiled softly, squeezing your hip.
"Yeah, baby. I think you made that very clear tonight." His tone was laced with playfulness, but he didn't quite understand that you loved loved him.
"I love your hair— It's blonde and it's pretty. And I know it's weird, but I love your body hair as well. It's golden—" Austin let out a laugh, his head squishing against the pillow impossibly further. But you didn't stop.
"I love that little scar on your eyebrow—"
He interrupted you, amused. "The one I got from filming Elvis?"
You nodded, no longer blushing at your love being finally given a proper voice. "Yeah, because that was the moment where I was like, yup, I'm gonna marry that man." You smiled a little at the memory of yourself sitting on a plush chair at the cinema. "That leather jumpsuit did a number on me."
Austin hummed, eyes softening as he looked at you. "I'm glad my discomfort served a purpose."
"I love it when you get mad as well, because it's always a fine line of you looking like this adorable lion cub and sexy, hot husband," you grinned to yourself, then halted, giving his chest a light slap. "But I don't love it when you're mad at me— You've never been mad at me though, right, Aus?"
"No, baby. I could never be mad at you. You're my wife."
You squirmed, muffling your squeal against his skin. "And when you call me your wife. Lord, do I love that." Your rant went on for another two or three minutes, your lips twitched into smiles and your hands moved animatedly— you couldn't even pay attention to the man you loved himself.
"God, baby, you don't even know what you do to me." His lips pressed to your temple, lingering warmth with eyes fluttered shut. "I'm not good enough with words... But you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
You blinked gently. "Really?"
Austin breathed out, his hand reaching to your hair, brushing it behind your ear. "Baby, you have no idea. The day you looked at me was the best day of my life. I remember sweating and thinking, there is no way this girl is single. And there is no way she'd have me, she's too good to be true."
You chuckled. "No, you didn't think that." But he nodded, dead serious.
"Oh big time. Then at some point I wanted to ask you out, but chickened out and went to the bathroom instead." Austin shook his head. "Then Callum told me that you liked me too, and the rest is history.”
You hummed. "So we owe our marriage to Callum?"
"Eh, let's not give him full credit for that. He gave me a boost of courage."
"Bless him," you mumbled and placed a kiss on his chest. "Either way, my monolgue comes to an end and I hoped you loved every word of it."
Austin let out a chuckle, bringing his hand to your cheeks, squeezing them together to place a wet kiss on your lips. "Now, since my monologue sucked—"
"—I loved it."
"Let me show you with actions." In a quick motion you were flipped on your back, contagious laughter falling from your lips, but his delicious torture had just started.
Summary Austin can’t find his favorite Carhartt jacket before an important meeting, and when you find it, you make sure to surprise him.
🔗 Masterlist
❤️🔥Passionate Smut❤️🔥 Austin in work mode •established relationship • domestic fluff• teasing • sweet talk • his favorite thing • anticipation • body worship • welcome home • the jacket stays on • texture kink • dirty talk • sex on a counter • nipple play • orgasm •creampie
✨ Inspo via @abswifey DMs, comments , Austin’s extreme obsession w Carhartt Jackets 🥵
Carhartt
Austin is half-dressed, shirtless in dark blue denim low on his hips as he rifles through the closet with focused intensity.
He’s tall, broad shoulders flexing as he pulls on a weathered dark gray tee, his obsession with Carhartt jackets evident in the pile he’s already tossed onto the bed.
His sharp jaw is set, blue eyes narrowed in determination, his soft brown hair slightly ruffled as he runs a hand through it.
Today is a big day for him, a meeting with a director for an upcoming project…and Austin thrives on being punctual.
The clock on the nightstand reads 9:45 AM, and you know he has minutes to be out the door.
“Fuck, where is it?” he mutters under his breath, shoving aside hangers with a clatter.
You lean against the doorway, drinking tea watching your boyfriend’s ritual with an amused smile.
You know exactly which jacket he’s looking for…his favorite one, the worn-in black Carhartt with the brown corduroy collar he bought years ago…the one he swears feels like “home.” But Austin, in his frenzy, is pulling out every other jacket instead.
“Green?..no,” he says, tossing the jacket onto the bed. “Gray, too stiff.” Another one hits the pile. “Powder blue? Too… light.”
He shoots you a quick glance, his full lips forming a half-smile. “Don’t say it, babe.”
“Say what?” you tease, setting your mug down and stepping closer. “That you’re making a mess because you just want your favorite one?”
He grins, shaking his head, and yanks out another jacket, a new brown Carhartt he purchased this month. “This one’s gotta work,” he says, holding it up like a trophy.
He slips it on, the canvas fabric hugging his broad shoulders just right, and he bends down to lace his work boots, fingers moving swiftly.
When he stands, he cups your jaw gently in one large hand leaning in for a quick kiss, his lips soft and warm, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.
“Be back soon,” he says, his voice low and smooth, blue eyes tracing over you with quiet admiration. “I’ll tell you how it goes.”
“I’ll be waiting,” you tease, a playful lilt in your voice, and he turns back, his blue eyes sparkling with that familiar charm.
“Careful, baby… keep talking like that, and I’m gonna be late,” he says with a sly wink, and with that, he heads downstairs, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving you with a pile of jackets and a quiet house.
You sigh, shaking your head as you fondly start arranging the jackets he left across the bed.
After you hang the last one, you step into the bathroom and take a shower, letting the hot water wash away the morning’s haziness.
When you step out, you notice it immediately: his favorite black Carhartt, hanging on the bathroom door hook.
You smile, running your fingers over the sturdy fabric, still filled with the faint scent of his cologne, woodsy, with a hint of floral…and an idea sparks in your mind.
You loosen your towel, setting it aside, and pull his jacket over your shoulders. The canvas is heavy, the sleeves too long, but it’s intimate, like wrapping yourself in him.
The jacket parts slightly down your chest, the hem brushing your thighs, and you grab your phone from the counter to stand in front of the full-length mirror.
Placing one leg in front of the other, you angle your body just so, the jacket barely covering you, revealing a teasing glimpse of skin.
You snap the photo, lips curved in a mischievous smile, and send it to Austin with a simple message:
“Missing something?”
Your phone buzzes almost instantly.
“Just ended the meeting, baby, and I can’t even focus seeing my jacket on you like that.” He types, and you can practically hear his voice low, and a little rough with desire.
You laugh, typing back:
“Keeping it warm for you.”
His responds immediately:
“You look so damn good in it, don’t take it off. I’m coming home right now.”
You grin at the thought of him seeing you like this and busy yourself around the house, still wearing his jacket, the anticipation building with every passing moment.
Twenty minutes later, the door swings open, and Austin steps in, his blue eyes locking on you immediately. You lean against the counter, his jacket still on, bare legs peeking out beneath the hem and his eyes rake over you, his lips parting slightly as he locks the door shut behind him.
“Fuck, babe,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “You in my jacket? You look so good It’s unfair.”
You tug it open lightly, your eyes meeting his. “You left it behind, thought I’d put it to good use.”
He crosses the living room in an instant his hands sliding up the lapels of his Carhartt pulling you in close, and his lips crash against yours, hot and insistent, his kisses sending a surge of warmth through your body.
“You look so fucking good,” he says against your lips, his hand sliding under the jacket, brushing along the bare skin of your waist. “My girl, in my favorite thing…fuck, you’re so perfect.”
Your hands slide into his hair as he kisses you deeper, his tongue teasing yours, and his fingertips graze the curve of your breast, circling your nipples with a gentle, touch that sends a shiver through you as the rough canvas of his jacket rubs against your skin.
“Austin,” you breathe, already getting wet from the way he’s devouring you with his mouth.
“Goddamn, baby, you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he whispers, his hands tightening on the jacket, pulling you closer. “This jacket on you? It’s my fucking weakness. Wanna fuck you in it, right here, right now.”
His words send a jolt of heat through you, and you press yourself against him, feeling the hard bulge in his jeans. He doesn’t even bother undressing fully, just reaches down to unzip them, his movements frantic, needy, his cock springing out, thick and heavy.
“C’mere, baby,” he says, pulling you by the jacket, and he lifts you onto the counter, guiding your legs wide apart. He presses against you, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance as he nudges himself into you slowly, the stretch making you moan.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans, his hands gripping the jacket for leverage as he slides in deeper, filling you completely.
You cling to him, the jacket bunching around your waist as he thrusts into you, his hips bucking between your legs as stares at you, blue eyes dark with lust, full lips parting at just how much he’s savoring it.
“Wearing my jacket like you were made for it. Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect” he rasps again, his voice dipping with want.
You moan as he thrusts deeper, the angle hitting just right, pleasure surging through your core on every movement until you feel yourself spiraling, your body trembling from his intensity.
He thrusts harder, groaning low and deep at the way you feel around him, and his lips find yours in a desperate, consuming kiss.
His hips start driving into you with relentless rhythm, each thrust sending sparks of heat through your body, the friction building as he presses himself closer, his hands gripping your hips through the jacket. “Fuck, baby you feel so good,” he groans against your mouth, his voice thick with need, the sound of it pushing you even closer to the edge.
You start to lose control, moaning his name as your hips rock into his thrusts, coming hard as the pleasure overtakes you, leaving you breathless and shaking.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he groans, watching you fall apart. “So fucking beautiful.” His thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release. His mouth finds your jaw, teeth grazing down your neck, his breaths short as he comes, hips bucking hard, spilling into you with a low, guttural moan.
“It’s so much,” he pants, stilling inside of you, his cock twitching as he breathes warm against your neck. “It’s so fucking good.”
You both stay there, panting, together, his jacket still wrapped around you as he presses his forehead to yours, his hands softening on your hips.
“How’d the… meeting go?” you ask, breathless, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
He laughs, still catching his breath. “It went great, baby,” he says, kissing you softly.
“Director loved the pitch, new project’s a go,” he says, pulling back, his voice filled with satisfaction. “But fuck, coming home to you like this?” His hands roam over you, fingers tracing the curves of your body as his eyes follow, captivated by the sight of you in his favorite jacket.
“Congratulations Austin.” You grin, running your fingers through his soft brown hair. “Now take your favorite Carhartt off of me before we ruin it.”
“Not a chance,” he smirks, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to your lips. “This jacket’s indestructible, baby.”
Summary Sharing Austin with the world comes at a price, and when your uncertainty rises, he’s more than ready to prove just how fiercely he belongs to you.
🔗 Masterlist
❤️🔥Passionate Smut❤️🔥 Austin x insecure gf • famous boyfriend • relationship tension •jealousy kink • public claiming • rough sweetness • “seven minutes and a hair tie” •semi-public oral • punishment through pleasure• overstimulation • edging into oblivion • clit play • extreme orgasm denials • kiss it better • words of affirmation • make up sex • pinning • slow and hard • body worship • soft dominance • mind numbing orgasm • reassurance through intimacy • after care
📑 Co-writer @butdaddyilovehim99 💭 Plot consultation @abswifey ✨ Inspo via DMs, comments, recent sighting, @butdaddyilovehim99 cracking the love language code
Tell Me I’m Yours
The workout had been intense, just an “easy” hour for Austin to maintain his build as you worked through sets.
Austin had insisted it was a “light day,” but his idea of light still left your body sore and his muscles gleaming under the gym lights.
He placed your weights every set, his voice low in your ear, playful as he whispered. “C’mon, baby, one more… you’ve got it.” You rolled your eyes, but his grin, boyish and cute, made it impossible not to push harder.
When it’s finally over you’re both smiling your way out of the gym, your bodies rushed with that familiar post-workout high that feels incredible.
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead as you walk toward his sleek black SUV parked deep in the underground lot.
Your bodies are pressed closely together his arm slung over your shoulder, heavy and warm, his biceps swollen from your workout.
He glances down at you, the corner of his mouth lifting. “You killed it back there,” he says his voice teasing. “You never look hotter than when you’re trying to out-rep me.”
You scrunch your nose grinning up at him. “That’s because you’re staring more than spotting.” You reply.
“Can you blame me?” He asks, cupping your jaw as he kisses your lips, and you slip your arms around his waist. Your fingers graze the warm skin beneath the skin hem of his white muscle tee, feeling the definition of his abs above the low waistband of his blue Adidas track pants.
“Ugh—you look so unfair right now.” You grit out, nuzzling into his chest, the hard swell of his pecs tempting you to bite them, but you resist…just barely…your teeth grazing the fabric of his shirt instead.
“Unfair?” he smiles, his gaze soft and affectionate, and you can’t stop staring at his lips, his jaw, the way his hair falls just so.
“Yeah, Like someone built you to ruin me,” you admit, your voice honest, and his smile deepens, his eyes staring into yours until you lose track of everything but him.
He’s so gorgeous, his fluffy blonde unstyled and slightly messy, his full lips curving as he smiles so adorable it’s almost boyish.
You’re lost in each other, grinning like lovebirds as you stumble through the lot, wrapped up in your own little world.
Until, out of nowhere, a voice cuts through it.
“Hi Austin may I get a video?”
It’s a young woman, mid-twenties maybe, her phone already in hand, her confidence bold, intentional.
“Sure,” Austin says easily, his voice warm and accommodating, and as you step aside to give them space, you try to ignore the twinge of unease you feel in your chest.
Jealousy isn’t the right word…not yet…but it’s close.
Normally, his fans are reserved, friendly, they adore him, and you get it, He’s Austin Butler.
But when they are different, more confident more outspoken …you begin to worry.
She holds up her phone, standing close to him, her shoulder brushing his as she angles the camera.
“Just ran into Austin Butler,” she says to the screen, her voice bright and cheerful, and Austin bites his lip by habit, flashing a peace sign, his eyes glinting with that endearing shy charm.
“How are you?” he asks, his voice low and warm, giving her that direct eye contact that feels like a gift, and her gaze quickly flicks from his eyes down to his lips and back up.
“I’m good, how are you?” she replies, her tone playful as she checks him out, and Austin grins, stepping back slightly, mirroring her energy as he looks her up and down with that shy, sweet curiosity he has.
“I’m good thank you,” he says, his voice soft, almost bashful.
Her laugh is high and soft, a giggle that rises up unexpected and fun.
She stops recording and Austin ever so sweet starts chatting with her. He asks about her day nothing deep, but he’s so kind, and so attentive, that when he laughs at something she says…you can’t stand it.
You nuzzle under his arm, pressing your body against his side, staking your claim, because you’re nervous now…she’s making him act different, his smile a little too personal, his eyes a little too bright.
Your possessiveness flares, as you press closer, rubbing his chest with your palm, fingers splaying over the hard planes of his pecs.
His hand slides to your waist, squeezing gently, a silent reassurance and he politely wraps up the conversation, bidding her “Take care” with that same sweet smile, and you practically pull him toward the SUV, your heart pounding.
The looks he gives sometimes feel too intimate, his attention to deep, like something that should only be for you.
He’s your man.
Austin’s still smiling as you reach the car, his blue eyes caring as he opens the door for you, closing it with a soft thud. Once you’re safely inside, the dark window tints shield you from the dim glow of the underground parking lot.
You already feel the decision settle in your chest and you pull your hair back with an elastic from the center console, tying it up into a tight pony tail.
Austin gets in and shuts the door, the sound of it echoing in the quiet lot, and he presses the ignition as the engine roars to life.
Before he can say a word, you lean over the center council and grab his muscle tee and kissing him hard, your lips crashing into his with a desperate, possessive edge. He moans into your mouth with a low surprised sound that vibrates against your lips, as he tries to reach for you.
But you’re already slipping your hand down into his track pants, finding his cock, thick and warm, stroking him until he groans under his breath. “Baby… wait, hold on…” he whispers but you’re relentless.
You pull his cock out thick and hard in your hand, and lower your mouth onto him, taking him as deep as you can go, and Austin’s head knocks back against the headrest, fingers gripping on the steering wheel as he gasps. “F-fuck—”
Your lips widen around him, your tongue swirling, and you push down until you feel him hit the back of your throat, your nose brushing the soft hair at his base.
He’s stunned, trying to keep his face neutral in the dimly lit parking lot, but it feels too good, to rushed, your mouth hot and wet, sucking him off with a fierce determination.
His jaw tightens as soft desperate moans slip from his lips and his cock pulses against your tongue. He gives in almost instantly from the exposure and intensity, and he comes, his body shuddering as he spills into your mouth, his breaths quick and uneven.
You slide your mouth from his cock after swallowing every last drop, carefully tucking him back into his blue Adidas track pants.
With a satisfied grin you rest back in your seat, feeling content and proud of the point you’ve just made.
He’s yours.
Austin is dazed, his eyes still hazy from the intensity of what just happened, his fingers fumbling to type his home address in the navigation.
His breaths are heavy and uneven, but as he starts driving, he slowly comes back to himself, a slow smirk forming across his full lips as he processes the bold move you just pulled in the parking lot.
At a red light, his hand slides onto your thigh, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh before slipping into your leggings. His fingers push past the elastic of your panties, finding your slick clit, rubbing up and down with deliberate pressure.
You gasp from his sudden touch, your body jolting as a chill spreads across your skin feeling the pleasure spark through you.
“How dare you suck me off in public just because I was talking to a girl,” he says, his voice low and teasing, but laced with a commanding edge. “You know I’ve only got eyes for you.”
“I just… wanted to suck your cock Austin. Do I have to have a reason?” you snap, your voice sharp but shaky, your hips squirming as his fingers work your clit, sending waves of heat through your core.
“No, you were all over me because you thought I was flirting,” he says, staring ahead at the road, his tone firm. “Now you don’t get to come till we’re all the way home.”
His fingers circle your clit with agonizing precision, and your eyes widen as you glance at the navigation seeing 35 minutes still remain until your destination.
You look over at him as he continues to drive, his fingers rubbing your clit in tight, teasing circles, then dipping lower to trace your soaked folds, and you realize he’s serious, he’s going to edge you the entire way.
Your voice is breathy, a chill spreading over your skin as the pleasure builds, your pussy already throbbing, slick and needy.
You try to hide your reactions, clenching your thighs to come without his permission, but he knows your body too well.
Your breath hitches as your hips twitch, and he pulls back every time, slowing to a torturous pace knowing your close, leaving you gasping, needy, your slickness soaking through your panties.
“I wasn’t jealous, Austin… I deserve to come,” you say, defiant, your voice trembling as you grip the edge of the seat.
He grins, his fingers slick and intentional as they return to your clit, teasing with featherlight strokes.
“Oh, baby, you were jealous. It was so obvious, and you definitely don’t get to come yet.” He says, his voice playful but unyielding as his eyes flick to you briefly, his adorable smile tinged with dominance.
He’s relentless, his fingers alternating, rubbing your clit with firm, rapid strokes until you’re panting, moaning, bucking into his hand, then slowing to a maddeningly gentle trace along your folds, just enough to keep you on edge but not enough to tip you over. Your slickness coats his fingers, the wet sounds of them filling the car, as your voice breaks into half sobs.
By the time the navigation chimes “arrived,” you’re a mess, your slickness covering his fingers as he pulls his hand out.
“Fuck, look at this,” he says, holding his fingers up to the dim light of the car, his voice heavy with desire, his eyes glinting with conquest.
You shiver as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, savoring your taste with a low moan that makes your core clench. You’re beyond words, eyes dazed, pussy throbbing so hard you can barely think as the ache consumes you.
He shuts the car off and steps out, leaving you whimpering, your core pounding so fiercely you don’t think you can walk straight.
“C’mon, baby,” he says, his voice soft but teasing as he opens your door and unbuckles your seatbelt.
Your legs are shaky as you step out, and he catches you, kissing you deeply, his tongue claiming your mouth as he lifts you into his arms, strong and steady.
He carries you into the house, straight to the glass-walled shower, setting you down as he turns it on with a flick of his wrist.
Steam rises, filling the air as he pulls off your top, peeling your leggings down slowly, his eyes darkening seeing your slickness clinging to the fabric, glistening in a sticky mess down your thighs as he groans at the sight.
He strips off his white muscle tee, revealing his broad, thick chest, muscles rippling under smooth skin, then he shoves his blue Adidas track pants down. His cock, already hard and veined, swaying, solid and heavy as he moves guiding you back into the shower.
The warm water cascades over your bodies, and before it can wash away your slickness, he presses your back against the cold glass.
You gasp, your nipples hardening instantly, your body aching for release as his hands grip your hips, keeping you steady. His cock presses against your entrance, thick and pulsing, and his eyes gaze into yours with a mix of dominance and vulnerability.
“Admit you’re jealous,” he demands, his voice firm, your body vulnerable with your back against the glass, your legs trembling.
Your core pulses, a desperate throb that intensifies as he gently lifts one of your legs, hooking it over his hip, opening you up to him. The movement makes your pussy clench, slick and needy and your breath catches at how exposed you feel, how much you need him.
“I was jealous, Austin,” you admit, your voice breaking with desperation, unable to stand the ache, the throbbing, the intense need to come any longer.
“I know,” he whispers, his voice low and approving, his blue eyes softening as he leans in closer. “We’re gonna fix that.” He says, his breath is warm against your ear.
He tilts your head, capturing your lips in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue sliding against yours, claiming you with a slow, intensity that makes your core pulse even harder from his touch.
He slowly pushes in, settling deep, so deep you nearly black out from the intensity, and your moans echo in the shower as the slick smacks of his pelvis against yours fill the steamy air.
You feel every inch of him, pulsing and hard, your head tipping back against the glass from the overwhelming pleasure. You’re shivering, needing his cock so badly you’re moaning for it, your body craving the release he denied you so long.
“Tell me I’m yours,” he says, his voice low as he moves forward with a sharp thrust that hits exactly where you need it, making your knees buckle.
“You’re… mine,” you moan, your head falling forward as his intensity and heat overtakes you.
“Say it again,” he demands, his hand on your neck gently pulling your face back to meet his eyes, his thumb brushing your jaw.
“You’re mine, Austin,” you moan, and he thrusts again, his cock working you open perfectly, hitting every sensitive spot.
“Again,” he says, his voice breathy, intense, his eyes locked on yours full of vulnerability, and you realize hearing you say it is driving him wild, fueling a need deep inside of him.
You start chanting it, “You’re mine, Austin, all mine” and it sets him off, his thrusts growing harder, more desperate, his heart open as he fucks you senseless, craving your love, your claim on him.
“I’m yours… baby, all yours,” he groans, his voice cracking with raw emotion as he starts to come, his cock throbbing so hard his breaths break into soft, needy whimpers.
His need for you pushes you over the edge, and he keeps thrusting into you through his climax, your body clenching around his cock as the waves of pleasure overtake you.
Your moans are loud, almost screams, as your orgasm hits, so intense after being denied so long that you’re lightheaded, barely able to breathe, your body shaking violently from the release.
Your breaths are sharp, gasping, and you nearly collapse, but he holds you up, his strong arms steadying you, his caring blue eyes locked on yours, grounding you in the steamy shower as you endure the aftershocks of pleasure.
He releases your leg, gently lowering it as he carefully pulls out, leaving your core aching and empty still pulsing with the lingering heat of him.
His chest is heaving as he catches his breath, and the warm water cascades over you both as the steam swirls around you in the glass-walled shower.
His hands grip your hips keeping you close, his hair slick with water clinging to his face, and his full lips part as he looks at you, his eyes full of vulnerability.
“You’re everything to me,” he whispers, his voice soft, reverent, his thumb brushing along your cheek. “No one else, baby. Just you.”
You reach up, cupping his face, your fingers tracing the perfect line of his jaw.
“You’re mine, Austin,” you say, your voice still shaky but filled with certainty. “And I’m yours.”
He smiles, that adorable, boyish grin that makes your knees weak all over again, and pulls you into a slow, tender kiss, his lips soft and warm against yours.
“Always,” he says, against your lips, his arms wrapping around you fully, holding you close as the water washes over you both, sealing the moment in quiet, unspoken promise.
The morning sun spills through the kitchen window, casting a golden glow across the room where Austin sits at the counter shirtless, his broad shoulders hunched slightly over his journal.
The soft scratch of his pen against the paper fills the quiet space, a rhythmic counterpoint to the distant chirping of birds outside.
His skin is a warm, tan canvas, dappled with freckles, moles, and beauty marks, each one a tiny constellation telling its own story.
You pause in the archway, mesmerized by the sight of him, so unguarded, so beautifully himself.
Crossing the kitchen, your bare feet are silent on the hardwood, and a smile tugs at your lips as you approach.
Your fingers reach to touch him, to map the familiar terrain of his body, and without a word, you slide your arms around his waist, palms splaying across the firm planes of his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your touch.
You press a soft kiss to a freckle on his shoulder, then another to a mole near the curve of his spine. “You’re too pretty, you know that?” you confess, your voice low and teasing, your lips brushing against a tiny speck near his shoulder blade.
Austin chuckles, the sound vibrating through your hands. “My favorite distraction,” he teases, though he doesn’t stop writing… not yet.
You grin, undeterred, and kiss another mole nestled near the base of his neck, your fingertips tracing lazy circles across his chest. “They’re like a map,” you whisper, your breath warm against his skin. “I could get lost in these forever.”
That catches his attention and he slowly sets the pen down, his grin playful as he stands, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, revealing even more freckles scattered across his torso.
“You’re already lost in me?” he teases, his eyes glinting with affection, and he takes your hand, leading you to the couch where the windows are thrown open to let in the early morning breeze.
Austin stretches out on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other resting lightly on your hip as you lie across him, your head on his chest.
“I was journaling a little while you were sleeping” he says, his voice low and soothing against your cheek. “Trying to put into words how this season of my life feels… how every choice I make ends up shaping me in ways I don’t see ‘til later…”
You hum, listening, but your attention is drawn elsewhere, your fingers trailing over the freckles scattered across his torso.
“You listening to me?” he teases.
“Of course I’m listening,” you say, looking up with a sly smile, and you press a soft kiss to a freckle on his cheek, then one to his earlobe, your lips brushing the sensitive skin there before trailing down the column of his neck.
Each kiss is filled with intention, a quiet worship of the marks that make him so unique. You move to his chest, lips finding a mole near his nipple, then another on his sternum as your fingers trace a cluster along his ribcage, your touch featherlight.
“Where’s your favorite?” he asks, his voice teasing but curious, his eyes catching yours as you realize he’s stopped speaking to indulge your obsession.
You smile, pressing a kiss to a single mole just near his navel. “Maybe this one,” you whisper softly. “No wait this one’s my favorite.” You move lower, kissing another tiny mark on his abs, your lips curving into a smile against his skin.
“Uh-huh, keep going,” he says playfully, and your fingers graze the waistband of his sweats pulling them down and letting his large cock slide out, hard and heavy.
You ignore it intentionally, your kisses more insistent as you press your lips to a freckle on the front of his thigh, then another on his pelvic line, dangerously close to where he wants you, your breath warm against his skin.
Austin’s fingers finds your jaw, his hand guiding your face as he groans, low and desperate, craving what you’re denying him, until finally you take him into your mouth.
His tip is swollen and plump, the veins along his shaft engorged as your movements stay slow and reverent, as if you could pour every ounce of your love into this single act.
His groans deepen, his cock throbbing against your tongue, and your lips glide over him with wet, messy, sounds that fill the quiet room. The taste of him is warm and intoxicating, each suck pulling another sharp exhale from his chest.
His breaths rise and fall quickly, the freckles shifting across his skin as his muscles tighten. His eyes, heavy with need, never leave yours, his jaw clenching as he fights not to give in.
His thighs flex beneath your hands, his hips twitching at the slightest touch of your mouth, showing exactly how close he is… and just when you think he might lose himself, he pants softly, begging you to look up. “Slow down, baby,” he rasps, his voice thick with want.
You release him with a wet pop, his body jolting in response, and he guides you up, his hands steady but firm on your arms, bringing you over him until you’re lying on top, your chest pressed against his.
He kisses you deeply, his lips claiming yours as he rolls you beneath him, pinning you to the couch. The world narrows to the heat of his skin, the weight of his body, and the way his freckles stand out in the morning light.
“Need you so much baby,” he confesses against your mouth, his voice breaking with urgency. “Been wanting you all morning.”
His fingers find the hem of your pajama shorts, sliding them down with a slow pull until your lower half is exposed beneath him. His touch dips between your thighs, finding you already slick, and his fingers sink into you, slowly, savoring the way your body clenches around them.
Your breath hitches sharply as he curls them just right, pressing into that spot that makes your hips jolt up against his hand. His thumb drags over your clit in lazy circles, coaxing soft gasps from your lips as the wet sounds of his touch grow louder in the quiet living room.
“Aus… yes, right there,” you whimper, your voice breaking as your hands cling to his shoulders.
“I know baby,” he promises, his voice low and certain, his eyes flicking up to watch your every reaction. He works you open, pumping his fingers deeper, faster, until your thighs tremble against his wrist.
Each curl has your breath hitching, your chest arching helplessly into his, until the slickness coats his fingers as he thrusts them into you with precision, and just as you’re about to come, he pulls his hand away, his eyes gleaming at the desperate sound that escapes you.
“Not yet, baby,” he soothes, his lips brushing yours, and he guides himself between your thighs, the swollen head of his cock pressing against your slick entrance, and with a deep groan, he pushes in, stretching you until your body takes him completely.
He thrusts into you gently at first, his movements slow and measured, but soon his rhythm deepens, steady and intimate. One hand lowers to your hip while the other cradles your face and he kisses you, his breath mingling with yours.
Each thrust is a promise, each touch a vow, as he makes love to you with a tenderness that feels like it could stop time. He pulls back, eyes falling shut, lost in the feel of you as his cheek hovers close to yours, freckles scattered across his skin, and you can’t resist kissing them, his tiny marks grounding you in the intimacy of every movement.
“Baby…” he groans, his voice ragged, and desperate against your ear. “I want you to come with me,” he whispers, and you nod, your voice breaking as his hips jerk faster, harder, making your walls flutter tightly around him.
His pace becomes relentless, frantic, every thrust a surrender as your nails dig into his shoulders holding tightly, as if you could anchor yourself against the force of him.
His groans break apart as your moans join his, your hands sliding down to the dimples in his back, pulling him deep and holding him there.
He stills, buried inside of you, spilling as your release crashes over you both, your bodies reaching the peak of pleasure together, every pulse and contraction in unison.
You lie there, tangled together, Austin’s weight a comforting anchor as his head tucks into the crook of your neck. Your fingers trace the familiar map of his freckles, lingering on a cluster near his shoulder as if you could memorize each one by touch.
“You’re a work of art,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, circling a mole near his spine. “Every single part of you is perfect.”
He hums, the sound low and sated, before lifting his head to look at you, his blue eyes steady and filled with devotion. “No, baby… you’re the masterpiece,” he says softly, his thumb brushing across your cheek. “The way you see me… the way you love me… the way you make me feel…” he confesses, the honesty of his words making your heart swell with the quiet joy of just being his.
The world outside falls away. For now, it’s just you and him, your fingers caressing his body of constellations, your lips kissing each one with love.
Summary Back home after an international tour for his latest movie, Austin wants to keep his tan, basking with you for hours under the warm California sun.
❤️🔥Passionate Smut ❤️🔥 Austin returns home • Austin confident & teasing • body worship • body praising • sexual tension • edging playful to passionate •slow grinding •clit play •sex outdoors •pool side sex •size kink • praise kink • multiple orgasms • cream pies • aftercare
Austin skin is always perfectly golden but that Puerto Rican ocean made him glow.
Now, back in Los Angeles, he’s doing everything to hold on to it. The press tour through Paris, London, and New York had stolen some of his bronze, but home in his backyard by the pool, time seems to stretch on endlessly.
The water sparkles a deep, temping sapphire blue, the trees whispering in the breeze, the heat soft under the afternoon sun.
Austin is stretched out on a lounge chair in nothing but black swim trunks. His narrow waist tapering to his broad chest, glinting faintly in the sunlight.
His sunglasses are perched in his sandy-brown hair, and his arms bulging with biceps from months of training, are folded casually behind his head.
His eyes are closed, his breathing slow, his whole body relaxed.
You’re lying beside him, propped in your own lounger, bikini straps down your shoulders to tan as you sip from a cold berry smoothie. The condensation slicks your fingers, but you barely notice because you can’t stop staring at him.
The way the sun darkens his tan, the way his abs tighten with each breath, the casual sprawl of his gorgeous body….Austin knows exactly what he’s doing to you.
You lower your sunglasses just enough to let your gaze linger, and his eyes are closed but his lips curve into a faint knowing smile.
“Enjoying the view?” He says, his voice lazy and teasing.
“It’s not so bad,” you say, letting your tone dip with the same kind of tease he’s giving you.
Finally his lashes lift, blue eyes gleaming as they pin you where you sit. He slowly pushes himself up muscles flexing, tanned golden in the light.
“Not so bad?” he repeats, scoffing with mock offense, taking his sunglasses off. He stands, tall and fluid, his shadow falling across your lounger. “That’s all I get after perfecting this tan for hours?”
You can see all of him, his broad chest rising and falling with steady breaths, the cut of his abs, hard planes catching the light.
The thick curve of his biceps have veins just visible beneath his sun kissed skin, and his waist narrows down into those black swim trunks, every line of him hard, carved, golden, impossible to look away from.
You tilt your head back, meeting his eyes, trying not to smile as he leans closer, the air between you tightening with the scent of tanning oil and something purely him.
“You look… better than not so bad,” you admit, your voice softer now, slipping past the wall you tried to hold as you pull off your shades.
He smiles wider at that, dipping lower until his face is inches from yours, his hands sliding up your thighs, the press of his palms warm against your skin as his body blocks out the sun.
“I thought so…” he whispers, his voice low, teasing, and his lips press to yours, soft at first, then deeper, building slowly with desire.
The faint swing of his chain brushes your chest, the cool metal dragging across your heated skin as he lowers his lips down your jaw, your throat, each kiss filled with intention.
You want him…you want all of him, the weight of his body on yours, his chain against you, and as his mouth moves higher you’re tilting your head back, inviting him in without even realizing it.
He climbs onto the lounger, lowering over you, the heat radiating from his body. He feels solid, heavy, his muscles pressing you down, every inch of him burning against your skin.
Your legs spread willingly to accommodate him, and as his hands slide along your thighs, your fingertips grasp his shoulders pulling him even closer making him grin against your mouth.
His kiss becomes heated fast, his plush lips devouring yours until your hips roll beneath him clutching at his shoulders. He shifts his hips, the blunt tip of his cock nudging against you through the thin barrier of fabric, and you moan into his mouth.
“Austin” you gasp, your voice trembling with need as he grinds against you, slow at first, then heavier, powerful, making you wetter by the second.
The pressure builds until you’re panting in his mouth, every breath a shaky whimper as your hips tilt up to meet him and the little sounds you make spur him on.
“God, you sound so good,” he whispers against your lips, his voice low and rough as his thrusts become firmer, rutting into you with purpose as you writhe beneath him, messy, desperate, unable to stay still because it feels too good.
His fingers find your bikini ties, pulling them loose one by one. He doesn’t stop kissing you, his broad shoulders flexing as he strips you down. You cradle the back of his head, holding him to you, tongues tangling as you kiss him until your breath is nothing but his.
His shorts are shoved off carelessly, and suddenly he’s naked under the sun, golden and perfect.
“Aus,” you whisper, voice breaking as his kisses lower down your neck. “Right now?” you gasp, the thought half-plea. “Outside?”
“Right now.” He grins, his hand sliding between your thighs, “Outside,” he says stroking your clit until you’re arching, pressing your slick heat against his cock
The blunt head pushes into you slow and steady, easing his cock in deeper until he’s fully inside, his hips grinding heavily, filling you completely as you moan at the feel of him.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, his voice hushed and reverent as he thrusts gently inside you. “So good for me… always so good.”
His rhythm is slow, adoring, each thrust pressing deeper, and you gasp, clutching at his shoulders, your body shivering as his hips grind down heavy and strong, pinning you to the lounger.
The sun beats down, his golden skin gleaming, every movement passionate, reverent, making you forget everything except the way he feels inside of you.
Your gasps turn into broken cries as the pleasure builds, his lips claiming yours again and again, kissing you through every wave of pleasure.
His rhythm stays steady, hips rocking deep, his body grinding into yours until the pressure peaks, until he has you trembling uncontrollably.
“A–Aus,” you cry out, your voice shaky, the sensation taking over unstoppable, your hips twitching beneath him, and you whimper helplessly into his mouth, clinging to his shoulders.
“Come for me baby” He says, knowing he has you right there, how to move, how to hold you, taking you higher as every thrust narrows to one sharp point of release, your clit throbbing as you break.
You come sharp and hard, your walls fluttering tightly around him, your voice trembling against his lips.
He groans thickly, cock twitching inside of you as he buries himself deep, his hips thrusting as he loses control, spilling into you while you moan in pleasure beneath him.
His kisses turn messy, breathless, both of you moaning through it. His lips taste of sunlight and salt, his breath warm as he whispers against your mouth, “So good…so fucking good, baby.”
Everything stills as a rush of relief floods through you, and you can’t move, you don’t even want to move until he kisses you again slow and deep, both of you smiling.
“Rinse off with me,” he says, his blue eyes studying your face until you nod.
You’re in a dreamy haze as he helps pull you from the lounger, playful now, as you walk toward the outdoor shower with a sway in your hips, knowing his eyes are on you.
When you glance back, he’s completely naked, cock swaying heavy with each stride, hardening again just from watching you.
He can’t help himself. Not when you’re like this.
Water sprays from the shower as you twist the handle and before you can even adjust it, he’s on you, pressing you against the wet tile, his mouth rough and hungry on yours, the water running down over his flexing muscles.
He lifts your leg high, his hand sliding between your thighs, fingers finding your clit. He strokes in firm circles, you’re clit already so sensitive your back arches against the wall, head tilting as shivers roll roll down your spine. Your whole body seizes from pleasure, and as he slowly pushes inside you again, the combination is so overwhelming your vision blurs.
“A—Aus…” you moan, your second orgasm surging through you almost instantly. He kisses you hard, thrusting deep, his body slamming against yours with every flex of his powerful muscles. His fingers don’t let up, circling your clit as he pounds into you, making your body shake uncontrollably, making your walls throb tight around him.
He groans, pulling back just enough to glance down between you. The sight makes his jaw clench seeing himself slide inside you, your body a perfect fit as you take him in again and again.
The water pounds over both of you as he thrusts harder, lips crashing back to yours, drowning your cries with his own.
“Baby, I’m—” His words choke off in a moan as he pushes in deep, his cock twitching inside of you. The hot pulse of him spills into you in thick waves, your walls fluttering around him as you both ride it out, locked together against the shower wall.
He keeps kissing you through it, desperate, relentless, his lips soft and full, his breaths ragged against yours. The water runs over his flexing shoulders, cascading down your bodies and he grinds into you with the last slow, shuddering thrusts, holding you tightly like he can’t let go.
When he finally softens, he looks at you, eyes half-lidded, a smile tugging at his lips. “I love you,” he says, his voice rough with emotion.
You gently cup his jaw, your own lips forming into a smile. “I love you too,” you breathe, the words slipping out as natural as air.
He kisses you again, softer this time, dazed, and utterly spent, both of you finally rinsing off together under the steady rush of water.
Summary Austin spends weeks on end touring, promoting, and attending countless interviews for his latest movie giving everything he has, so when he finally returns home, all he wants to do is be yours.
💝Romantic Smut 💝 Austin comes home • loving •affectionate • domestic bliss • established relationship • loving relationship • his love language • sweet talk • praising kink • constant physical touch • kiss it better • confessions of love • romantic gestures • constant kisses • oral on fem • fingering• clit play • lap sex • love making • cream pie • pillow talk • after care • sleepy cuddles
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Gratitude
The first morning Austin finally has off after weeks of nonstop interviews, red carpets, and events for Caught Stealing, he barely makes it from the bed to the couch before collapsing, stretching out like every muscle in him has given up.
He rests his head in your lap, his long body draped sideways across the couch, one arm tucked behind your hip. He’s dressed down in a worn white tee and soft gray sweats, his favorite kind of outfit to wear when he’s home.
You stroke his hair softly, fingertips grazing his scalp, and down the back of his neck to his shoulders. He hums, the sound low and grateful, as he presses a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, trailing his thumb in slow circles along your skin.
“King introvert,” you say teasingly, threading your fingers through his hair. “The world’s busiest man when he’s acting, but the quietest when he’s home.”
He smirks without looking up. “Don’t tell anyone. They’ll think I’m boring.”
“Boring?” you lean closer, brushing your fingers across his temple. “You’re everything but boring Austin, you work so hard.”
He turns his face toward you, his soft blue eyes catching yours, and the depth and longing in them are so captivating you lean down without thinking, brushing your lips over his.
Before you can pull away, his hand slides to the back of your neck, holding you there. His mouth lingers, warm and coaxing, as he tilts his head and kisses you again, slower this time, deeper, as though he wants to make the moment last forever.
When you finally pull apart, he doesn’t look away, his gaze stays locked on yours, a quiet smile curving his lips.
“I’m so glad to finally be home with you,” he says, and it’s written all over his face, in the softness of his eyes, in the way his thumb strokes your jaw like he’s finally where he belongs.
Later, even though he should be settling in, he buries himself in his office, flipping through notes and half-written ideas on upcoming scripts.
You take the chance to slip away into the kitchen and make him an oat milk latte, just the way he likes it, extra creamy with a touch of cinnamon. Carrying it in, you set it on his desk, and he looks up at you with that tired spark in his eyes.
“How do you know exactly what I want before I even say it?” he asks with a coy grin.
“It’s my superpower,” you tease, reaching for the stereo. One of his favorite playlists spills through the speakers, a lazy, bluesy guitar filling the house and you sway with it, hips rocking, arms lifting as you twirl in front of him.
Austin leans back in his chair, his eyes tracing every line of your body, every shift of your hips, his lips curving into the faintest smile.
“You’re beautiful,” he says finally, his voice filled with exhaustion and want.
You laugh softly, twirling closer until you spin right into his lap. He catches you easily, his hands sliding over your curves, warm and sure as they settle on your waist. His thumbs stroke slow, grounding circles against your ribs before they drift lower, cupping your hips as though they belong in his hands.
“You’re supposed to be relaxing,” you whisper as your mouth brushes his, close enough to tease, but not close enough to kiss.
“I am relaxing,” he whispers back, as your fingertips curl into the curls at the nape of his neck. “I’m letting you take care of me,” he confirms.
You smirk at that and finally close the space, letting his lips claim yours in a kiss that’s soft and teasing. His mouth lingers as his hands wander lower, and you smile when his fingers trace the curve of your hips, hooking the band of your panties silently begging.
You shift in his lap, sliding your dress up your thighs, letting him see the thin barrier of your panties, and he exhales a shaky breath, as you pull the fabric aside.
You tug down his sweats, grasping his cock and pulling him free, the flushed pink tip firm in your hand as you guide him in. The sound he makes as you sink down onto him is broken, almost reverent, and his head falls back against the chair, lips parted in a gasp he can’t catch.
“Shit… baby…” he praises, his hands clutching your hips as he pulls you closer.
He kisses along your throat as your hips roll in slow, deliberate circles until his eyes squeeze shut, and a groan rises from deep in his chest as his head tips back against the chair.
“Look at me,” you whisper, coaxing his gaze back up, and he obeys, his ocean-blue eyes glazed and desperate, as you swivel again, slower this time, and his face twists, caught between pleasure and surrender.
“God, baby,” he groans, his voice cracking into something raw as his grip on your hips tightens, guiding you even as he falls apart.
His hands move higher, tugging down the front of your dress, and his mouth closes around your nipple, warm and insistent, his breaths harsh against your skin.
You feel the delicate brush of his tongue and you cry out, your walls clenching around his cock buried deep inside as the sensation makes you slicker.
“You feel… so good, Austin,” you moan, breathless, and his groans spill out low and desperate, his mouth sucking harder until your trembling gasping his name like a prayer.
He drags his mouth across your chest to the other peak, his large hand squeezing it until it’s taut. His tongue circles the sensitive tip before flicking it, and the wet, teasing motion makes your thighs squeeze tightly around his hips, pulling him in deeper as he shudders beneath you, completely undone.
“Fuck… you’re so perfect. So perfect on me,” he chokes out, his eyes falling shut again as you roll your hips just right.
You kiss him, swallowing every sound, every shudder, and his moans turn frantic, his body trembling beneath yours, and all you can think of is how beautiful he looks.
“Baby… oh god, baby…” Austin’s voice cracks against your mouth as you ride him slow and deep chasing the pleasure.
Each time you circle your hips, his head tips back, lips parting in a helpless gasp. Your fingers thread into his hair, tilting his head up and he gives into your touch like he can’t breathe without it.
You kiss along his jaw, dragging your lips down to his throat, feeling his pulse thunder beneath your tongue. He’s burning up, sweat glistening at his temple, his chest rising and falling like he’s run a thousand miles.
You swivel your hips harder, pulling a guttural moan from his chest, and his eyes snap open, glazed and wild, his mouth trembling against yours.
“I’m not gonna last…please, baby, don’t stop.” he pants, his words dissolving into another groan when you grind down deeper.
You cradle his face in your hands, kissing him through his desperation, your voice soft against his lips. “I don’t want you to last, Austin. I want you to come for me,” you whisper breathlessly.
He groans like he’s breaking, the sound muffled as his mouth presses to yours. His hands slide up your back, holding you against him as his hips buck helplessly into you. Every thrust unravels him further, his breaths coming in sharp, ruined gasps.
“You’re so perfect… so gorgeous… fuck—I can’t—” His voice cracks, the words shattering as his hips jerk beneath you. His whole body tenses, his face changing with pleasure as he finally loses it, spilling into you with a shudder that makes him clutch your dress.
You keep moving, slow and steady, coaxing him through it, kissing away the broken sounds falling from his lips, the pathetic, beautiful noises only you get to hear.
When it’s over, his body falls back against the chair taking you with him, his arms wrapped tight around your waist like he can’t bear to let you go.
His face buries in your neck, his breaths hot and uneven. “Holy shit,” he whispers, his voice hoarse, lips brushing your skin.
You grin, stroking his damp hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple. “Feel better, Austin?” you gently tease, knowing you’ve given him exactly what he needed.
“Yeah…” he says breathless, his voice desperate as he presses a trail of kisses along your collarbone like he can’t get enough of you. His mouth lingers, lips dragging over your skin as he whispers, “Never gonna stop loving you like this.”
By evening, the kitchen is warm with the scent of garlic and rosemary, the stovetop simmering with one of his favorite dishes. He stands behind you as you cook, his strong arms wrapped securely around your waist, his lips brushing along your neck.
“I missed this so much,” he whispers between soft kisses that make your head tip back against his shoulder. “Missed being home with you.”
“You’ve been around the entire world, and you’re happy here… just having pasta with me,” you tease softly, glancing back at him.
“All I wanted was this,” he says, kissing along your jaw, his hands steady and sure on your waist, the simplicity of his words make your heart swell.
You sit across from him at the dinner table, a glass of red wine in hand as you watch him eat.
He takes big, hungry bites, collecting pasta onto his fork, with quiet satisfaction.
The way he leans over his plate, savoring every mouthful like he hasn’t slowed down to enjoy a meal in weeks, makes you realize…just being with him, sharing something so simple and so good, is all you want, too.
After dinner, the two of you lay together in the movie room, wine glasses balanced on the side table, his favorite film flickering across the screen.
You’re both tipsy, pressed so close the space between you disappears, his lips finding yours in slow, loving kisses.
A soft sigh slips from you as your fingers curl into his hair, and his hand cups your jaw, holding you steady so he can kiss you even deeper.
Your mouths slide together, tongues tangling in a slow passionate rhythm until the sounds of the movie pull you from your daze.
You smile against his mouth as you tease, “Aus, your favorite part is coming up.” but he barely notices as his lips trail down your neck kissing softly.
“This is my favorite part,” he whispers, his hand sliding down your side to grip your hip and pull you closer.
The shift makes you feel the hard press of his cock beneath his sweats, and you gasp into his mouth as the thick length strains against you.
“You feel how hard I am for you…” he breathes against your lips like he’s been holding back all night, and his hips roll forward instinctively, drawing a moan from your throat.
“I need you…so much,” he rasps, the words breaking between kisses, raw and desperate as his hands grip you tighter.
You grind against him in response, the friction sparking through you, and his kiss turns needy, his teeth catching your bottom lip before sucking it softly.
His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you against him as the hardness of his cock presses right where you need it most.
You moan as he breaks the kiss, trailing his mouth down your neck, his breath hot on your skin.
Before you even realize it, his hands are guiding down your body, his eyes locked on yours as he eases your thighs apart.
He takes his time lowering your panties down your legs, his mouth dipping to your center, and the first sweep of his tongue makes your breath catch, a shiver racing through you as your head tips back against the cushions.
“Austin……” you gasp, a shaky moan spilling from your lips as he keeps going, and your hand gently threads into his hair encouraging him.
He works your clit with slow circles, tongue stroking until your hips begin to buck against his mouth and he hums in approval, the sensation making you moan for him.
“God, you taste so good…” he whispers as he pulls back, his voice vibrating against your slick skin.
You whimper, breathless. “Please don’t stop, Austin …please you make me feel so good.”
He slides his fingers inside you slowly, his lips still close, his breath warm against your thighs, and your body jerks, trembling, your moans spilling freely as his fingers stroke within, strong and sure.
“I’ve got you… I’ll always have you,” he whispers, his thumb brushing over your clit, his finger curling deep inside of you thrusting faster.
“Yes…Austin, yes.” you moan, and the pleasure peaks, your body arching as your orgasm rips through you, moans tumbling out, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer.
“So beautiful baby,” he praises, coaxing you through it. “I’ve got you. Let it all out for me.”
You collapse back against the lounger, breaths ragged, chest heaving and slowly, he pulls his fingers out, sucking them clean and pressing a final kiss to your thighs before climbing back over you.
His thumb strokes your cheek as his forehead rests to yours, his weight comforting as he cages you in.
“You’re everything to me,” he whispers, his voice rough but tender. “All the traveling, the cameras, the noise… none of it means anything if I don’t get to come back to you.”
You look into his eyes, hearing the way he says it, so reverent, and so heartfelt, sending another rush of heat through your body, already aching for him.
You thread your fingers through his damp hair, holding him close as he nuzzles into your neck, his breath still uneven.
He peppers kisses across your face, your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth, each one filled with intention, like he can’t stop.
“Need to be inside of you…” he says softly, almost like a plea as his lips brush yours, and his hands slide down your stomach, cupping your thighs, spreading you open as his hips settle between yours.
“Need to feel all of you on me.” he whispers, his mouth grazing yours as he pushes his sweats slowly down to free himself. The hot, press of his heavy cock nudges at your entrance, and his eyes never leave yours as he pushes forward, inch by inch, filling you until you’re gasping into his mouth.
You cling to him, your arms wrapping around his neck, as he kisses you, his mouth moving with yours as he begins to roll his hips, slow and steady, every thrust measured.
Your body arches to meet him, legs wrapping around his waist as his rhythm builds, and he groans deep and helpless, his blue eyes filled with adoration and want.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he praises, his lips grazing your jaw as he thrusts slowly inside you. “So beautiful when you look at me… when you hold me like I’m the only man in the world.”
Your heart swells at his words, your hands gliding over his muscles, feeling them flex and release with every slow roll of his hips, his body working yours with a sensual rhythm that makes the edges of the room blur until there’s only him, only this.
The movie flickers on forgotten in the background, the light dancing across his skin as he makes love to you, slow, worshipful, every stroke drawing you closer, his mouth brushing against your lips with reverence.
Your legs tighten around him, pulling him deeper, and his breath stutters, his lips parting against yours in a helpless moan as he fights to keep control.
“Look at me,” you whisper, cupping his face, and when his blue eyes lock on yours, you see him surrender right there, his expression soft, taken, completely yours.
“I love you,” he breathes, his words spilling between thrusts. “I don’t ever want to let you go.”
The confession floods you with heat, and you try to answer through broken gasps. “I love you too… always.”
Your walls clench around him, the waves building until you’re trembling beneath him. He groans low, his rhythm faltering as he presses his hand to your lower belly, desperate to push you higher.
“Come for me, baby…” he begs, voice hoarse. “Let me feel it, I need it—need all of you.”
You walls flutter around him, hips arching as your orgasm tears through you, moans spilling against his mouth, he kisses you through it, whispering over and over: “I love you… you’re perfect… so perfect.”
The way your walls squeeze around him take him over the edge, and his thrusts grow frantic, his voice breaking into desperate groans. “Fuck—baby, I can’t hold back—”
He spills into you with a shudder, clutching you so tightly it’s almost bruising, his face pressed into your neck as his release crashes through him, his moans muffled against your skin, desperate and raw.
For a long moment, the only sound is the fading movie and the heaviness of your breaths as you lay together, neither of you willing to move.
When he finally catches his breath, he lifts his head, pressing a tender kiss to your lips, his blue eyes soft and shining. “I swear, baby… I could spend the rest of my life like this.”
You smile, your fingers gently stroking the line of his jaw. “Me too, Austin,” you whisper, the words filled with love as he leans into your touch.
Later, in bed, Austin falls asleep almost immediately, his arm heavy across your waist, and you lay awake a little longer, caressing your fingers through his hair, and along the curve of his cheek.
He looks softer in sleep, the weight of the world finally slipping away, and you think about just how much he gives in every interview, every event, every film, and how deeply grateful you are to be his.
You lean in pressing a kiss to his forehead, as you whisper, “I love you, Austin.” and when he hums softly in response, you can’t help but smile.
“I love you too baby,” he murmurs, half-asleep, his voice slurred but certain, his words the sweetest thing to hear as you close your eyes, finally letting yourself drift off to sleep in his arms.
Summary Austin takes out his work stress in your shared home gym, pounding away at his boxing bag, until you offer him a far more enticing alternative.
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Take Me
The air in your shared home gym is heavy with the scent of rubber mats and the faint glimmer of early morning sun. It’s a space that has become a sanctuary for you on Saturday mornings.
Usually, you and Austin would be flowing through a yoga session together, his powerful frame mirroring your poses with a surprising grace for someone so imposingly built.
But today, it’s different, this week has been brutal for him with back to back scheduling for his new movie, and the looming deadline pressure of his upcoming ‘Men’s Health’ photo shoot.
His usually calm demeanor has been replaced by a restless edge, and instead of joining you on the mat, he’s at the punching bag, wrapping his knuckles with slow precision.
You watch him from the corner of your eye as you sink into a low lunge, breath steady.
Austin’s results are incredible, his chest a broad chiseled masterpiece, his firm biceps flexing as he winds the tape around his hands.
You think back on all of the pull-ups, lunges, and hip thrusts he’s been grinding through for months, often filming his progress to track the transformation, his dedication as relentless as it is with everything else he does.
Now all that work is on full display, his sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips revealing the sharp V of his pelvis and the dusting of dark hair trailing downward over the ridged definition of his abs.
His eyes strike you hardest, the intense blue burning with determination as his muscles move with purpose, shoulders rolling as he secures the wraps on his hands with methodical precision.
You shift into warrior pose, feeling the stretch in your thighs, but your gaze remains on him as he steps up to the heavy bag, his stance wide, muscles poised to strike.
The first jab lands with a sharp snap, the bag shuddering under the force, and every move after is angry, precise, lethal, each one a release of the tension he’s been carrying.
His strikes grow harder, faster, his chest flexing, sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down his temples to catch in the hollows of his collarbone. His arms ripple with every swing, biceps bulging, triceps flexing as his shoulders tense with raw power.
The bag swings wildly as he picks up the pace, each snap harder than the last until his breaths are tearing out of him in sharp exhales as his damp hair falls into his face.
You’re supposed to be holding focus in your poses, but every time you find balance, your eyes betray you, stealing glances at the raw, magnetic energy radiating off of Austin.
He pauses, chest heaving, sweat now streaming down his torso catching in the ridges of his abs, and his hand reaches out to steady the bag, fingers gripping it with quiet authority.
The edge in his movements hasn’t fully dissipated, it’s still there simmering just beneath the surface and you can see it as his eyes flick up to meet yours.
His mouth is parted smiling, panting heavily, and the intensity in his gaze sends a shiver down your spine.
He’s looking at you with intent, his eyes studying your body as you hold position, watching you like he’s already decided his next move.
“Does it make you feel that good to hit a bag Austin?” you tease, your voice light but laced with a playful challenge.
His lips curve into a sly grin, breathless and wicked. “Come try for yourself baby,” he says, his voice low and rough around the edges from exertion.
He gestures for you to come closer, a daring glint in his eyes that you can’t resist as he lures you to him without hesitation.
You straighten effortlessly from your yoga pose, sauntering toward him, his gaze tracing the sway of your curves in your tight sports set.
You stop in front of him, grinning, and form your hands into fists, thumbs tucked in.
“You think I can hit harder than you?” You tease focusing on throwing a punch into the bag, but before your fist can even graze it, his hands are on yours, large and warm, catching you mid-swing to protect you.
“Not a chance with that form,” he admits, his grin widening, a spark of amusement dancing in his eyes.
His hands settle on your waist, fingers grazing the strip of bare skin where your sports top rides up. The heat is radiating from him, the scent of sweat mingling with the faint spice of his cologne pulling you closer without you even realizing it.
You tilt your head, your voice dipping low, filled with just enough heat to push his buttons.
“What… you scared I could take you?” you challenge, softly teasing him with a playful smile on your lips.
His chest rises and falls as he grins at your words, his breaths still uneven as his blue eyes roam over you. His pupils dilate with desire, and before you can even react, he leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that steals your breath away.
His hard body presses into yours, all muscle and heat, and his touch unleashes a surge of desire that floods through you.
His tongue licks the tip of yours, a slow, tease that leaves you aching for him as he pulls back just enough to speak.
“You think you can take me?” He says as his hand slides down, fingers slipping into your yoga tights, his touch bold and unapologetic. “Show me how well you take me, baby,” he whispers, his breath warm against your lips before he’s kissing you again, deeper this time, his tongue fully claiming yours.
You whimper, eyes fluttering shut as he slips one finger inside of you, slow and careful, his lips brushing yours.
The sensation is intoxicating, chills racing across your body, and then a second finger joins the first, sliding in with a smooth, practiced rhythm that has you gripping his arm for support.
“You gonna take one more for me baby?” he whispers, pressing in deeper as a third finger breaches your slick heat.
The stretch is too much and a gasp tears from your throat as you squirm against him.
“C’mon, baby… I thought you could take me.” he grins, nipping at your bottom lip, his teeth sharp enough to make you shiver. “Time to prove it.”he whispers.
You remember watching him in this very gym, fingers slipped into a weight, dragging a heavy plate with three fingers hooked through the iron, and the memory of that strength sparks thoughts that are anything but pure.
Now that same strength is inside you, his fingers thrusting strong and unrelenting, curling just right until your knees finally give out.
Your hands clutch at his shoulders, whimpers spilling from your lips as his fingers thrust deeper, dragging slick through your soaked heat with every stroke until your legs tremble so violently he lowers you down onto the mat.
His movements are controlled and gentle as he kneels and lays you down on your back, knees bent, hands splayed uselessly at your sides.
You’re already shivering under his touch as his fingers thrust harder, faster, finding that perfect spot inside you.
A soft helpless moan escapes your lips as his other hand presses down on your lower stomach, the pressure amplifying everything he’s doing, making your pelvis feel impossibly tight.
Your hand grips at his wrist feeling the intensity build, your feet sliding against the mat, desperate for release. “Aus!” you squeal, your voice panicked, pleading with your eyes as the pleasure edges into overstimulation. “Austin, please!”
“You can do it for me baby” he breathes, his voice low and coaxing, and you can see his cock straining against his sweats.
He’s getting off on this, pushing you to your limits, watching you fall apart beneath him, and your walls clench around his fingers, your back arching off the mat as the pressure builds to a breaking point.
You let go of his wrist, your hand falling back as your thighs quiver, soft little moans spilling from your lips. Your vision blurs, and then it hits a wave of pleasure so intense it steals your breath, your body shuddering as you come, his fingers never slowing, drawing out every flutter until you’re trembling, moaning louder than you ever thought possible.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, his voice like velvet, but he doesn’t stop, his three fingers keep moving, curling harder inside of you until your hips tilt up, chasing the sensation even as it becomes too much.
Your breath catches, the pressure blending with pleasure, making your moans even shakier, your body caught in the overstimulation between ache and ecstasy.
You begin to push back into every thrusts of his fingers, moaning helplessly, teetering on the edge of release, and he works quickly to tug your yoga tights down your legs until they’re free.
His other hand never lets up, fingers thrusting relentlessly, and when his thumb finds your clit rubbing hard and fast, you lose it completely.
“A—Aus!” you choke out, your hips jerking up, grinding into the slick thrusts of his fingers as your walls flutter blissfully with overwhelming surges of pleasure.
“One more for me,” he whispers, his voice hushed and reverent as he watches you start to come.
Your body obeys before your mind can catch up, and you shudder through another orgasm, this one sharper and hotter than the last as rush of liquid spills over his fingers soaking his hand as you squirt for him.
Your body is shaking uncontrollably as he gives you soft praises, but his words are a blur as you float in a haze of pleasure, too far gone to register anything but the way he’s making you feel.
His fingers slow, letting you pulse and throb around them as your body trembles with the aftershocks.
You’re still catching your breath when you feel him shift, lowering his sweats and then he’s sliding his fingers out, and pushing his cock inside of you, thick and hard, stretching you open in a way that makes your eyes fly open.
You haven’t even recovered from his fingers and now he’s filling you, hitting that spot deep inside with slow, deliberate thrusts that make you moan for him.
“You’re taking me …so well baby” he praises, his words encouraging as every thrust inside of you makes him feel so good he can barely think.
Your hands grip over his slick muscles, up to his neck, and you whimper as he pulls you to kiss him hard, your lips crashing against his as you moan into his mouth.
He hums against you, a low, satisfied sound, his hips rolling faster as he drives deeper, his body heavy and unrelenting above yours as his strength and stamina becomes overwhelming.
“Baby…… fuck, you feel so good,” he breathes, thrusting into you until he’s shuddering curses.
You moan into his mouth, your body tensing as he pounds into you rougher, faster, until his rhythm breaks.
“Austin!” you gasp, feeling another orgasm surge through you fast and overwhelming. You cry out for him, the sounds mingling as his voice breaks roughly against your mouth and his hands grip you harder, lost in the shared intensity.
He buries himself deep, hips locked tight against you as he comes, spilling inside of you, your walls clenching on his cock as he fills you with his release.
You ride it out together, mouths fused, gasps merging, until you collapse together spent and overcome with satisfaction.
You’re still clinging to him breathless when he slowly smirks against your mouth. “You can take me, baby” he teases, his thumb brushing softly along your lower lip, “and you do it so well.” He praises his voice low and warm.
You smile, weakly still trembling as you look up at him, and he grins pressing one last kiss to your lips before his hand is cradling your jaw.
Summary On a trip to promote his latest movie, you and Austin indulge in the bright sunny island beaches and vibrant nightlife of San Juan, before he attends the films premiere and concert for his costar.
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San Juan Seduction
The warm Puerto Rican breeze surrounds you like a soft embrace as you step off the plane in San Juan, the island’s vibrant scenery hitting you instantly. Large palm trees sway, as waves crash in the distance, and the salty tropical air fills your senses.
Austin’s arm is around your waist the moment you’re off the plane, his strong hand guiding you through the airport with a quiet confidence that sends a flutter through your chest.
He’s reserved in public, but his piercing blue eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that says everything.
“You ready for this baby?” he asks, his voice low and smooth, a playful edge curling his lips as he pulls you closer. “Just you, me, and this tropical island get away.”
You look up at him, a smile tugging at your lips. “If only this wasn’t a work trip where you have appearances to make, oh and that little movie premiere of yours.” You tease.
He laughs softly, squeezing your waist. “No you’re right, but we’ll have fun here together I won’t be busy all the time, I promise.” He says leaning into place a kiss on your temple.
You check into a luxurious beachfront resort, the golden sands just steps from your room. It’s mid-afternoon, the sun blazing high, casting a shimmering glow over the ocean.
You change into swimwear and head to the beach, settling into side-by-side lounge chairs with the waves lapping just a few feet away, the view of the Atlantic Ocean mesmerizing.
Austin peels off his shirt, revealing his toned body, and it takes your breath away. His muscles are firm, carved abs, broad shoulders, biceps flexing as he adjusts his black swim trunks.
He catches you staring and flashes a smirk, “You coming in, or you just gonna keep staring at me like that?” he teases, his voice carrying over the waves.
You lift your shades, letting your gaze travel over him even more obliviously. “I think I want to take in this view forever,” you reply with a soft grin.
His smile turns hot as he drapes his towel over the chair, your eyes following the sharp cut of his obliques and the way his shoulders tense with muscle, the deep divots prominent from constant training.
You linger on the lounger tilting your head as you savor the sight of him, until he straightens with purposeful ease, the kind that says he means business as he coaxes you again, warm and inviting.
“C’mon, baby, I heard the water here is perfect. I can’t get in without you,” he says, all pure flirty mischief … and you can’t resist.
You join him, the warm waves caressing your waist as he pulls you into his strong arms, holding you steady against the current.
His hands glide over your hips your bodies pressed together as the water swirls around you. “The water here is so warm,” he whispers, his lips brushing your ear, and it sends a shiver through you despite the heat.
Back on the loungers, Austin’s skin has deepened to a rich golden caramel, his hair damp and slicked back with his shades on.
His chiseled biceps and hard abs glisten in the sun, and he looks like a god lounging in paradise.
You sip your second piña colada, eyes glued to him unable to stop admiring the deeper bronze of his skin. “You look impossibly good with a tan Austin,” you say softly without thinking.
His head turns toward you eyes hidden behind the shades, and a shy smile curves his lips as he takes a slow sip of his mango rum. “You’re the one killing me,” he says, his voice warm and teasing. “Can’t wait to see those tan lines when this bikini’s coming off for me.” He says his large hand squeezing your thigh making you grin instantly.
You spend another hour lounging on the beach perfecting your tans under the sun. His skin darkens further, his bronze hue almost sinful, the light dancing off his firm chest and flex of his muscles when he stretches.
You’re lost in him, in the serenity of this moment, in the way just his presence alone keeps you perfectly at ease.
Back in the resort suite, the door barely clicks shut before you’re drawn to each other, your hands exploring his warm, firm body, fingers tracing the unyielding ridges of his chest and abs, each one a testament to his quiet strength.
He tastes like salt and sweet mango from his earlier drink, his full lips soft and inviting as you kiss him deeply, savoring the slow, purposeful way he responds.
His wet hair darker from the ocean, feels perfect as you thread your fingers through it and he pulls back just enough to gaze into your eyes, his reserved shyness melting into something tender and playful.
“C’mere,” he says leading you to the bed, both of you giggling, light and carefree as he pulls you down on top of him. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers, smiling up as you straddle him, his hands resting on your waist, thumbs tracing gently up and down making you shiver with anticipation.
You lean down, kissing him deeply, and his smile fades into something more serious, his mouth moving with yours in a slow, sensual rhythm. His kisses are gentle yet possessive, his touch reverent, like he’s savoring every piece of you. Then, in one fluid motion, he rolls you onto your back, his hands sliding under your bikini top, keeping it up on as his mouth find your nipple.
He teases it with soft, slow kisses, then gently sucks it into his mouth, his tongue swirling until it hardens into a tight peak. “Austin,” you sigh, your body arching under him, your hand finding his back, nails grazing lightly as he moves to your other nipple, sucking deeper, slower, drawing a moan from you. Your hips roll instinctively, seeking the warmth of his hardness pressing between your legs.
His fingers trail down, slipping under the thin fabric of your bikini, tracing over your soft, slick folds as he feels the heat of your arousal. He groans softly against your skin, pressing more kisses along your chest. “You’re so wet for me,” he praises, “always so ready for me,” he breathes, his voice husky, fingers dipping just enough to tease, coating them in your slickness.
He trails them through your slit, parting your folds as his fingers glide up and down, making your breaths sharpen,l as your hips press desperately into his hand.
“I love it when you need me like this, baby,” he whispers, his eyes locking on to yours slipping his fingers inside. You moan as Your hips roll into his thrusts as he works you up, your nails digging into his back, feeling his knuckles press your entrance with every deep push.
“You’re everything to me,” he says, the words soft and sincere as he slowly pulls his fingers out. He unties your bikini, keeping his mouth on yours, his hand lowering to his swim trunks, and he pushes them down, releasing his thick, hard cock, guiding it between your legs.
“I love you so much,” he whispers, kissing your jaw with a tenderness that makes your heart ache, his breath warm against your skin as he presses the tip to your entrance, slick and warm, his cock throbbing as he pushes in with a slow, measured thrust.
The pleasure is evident in the way he groans, working into you inch by inch, making you ache with a fullness that turns your breaths into frantic, shallow moans.
He watches you, his blue eyes dark with desire, and he leans in kissing you deeply as his thrusts drive in, feeling your wetness coat his cock, your body responding with a rush of slick heat. He’s solid and warm, his weight grounding you, muscles flexing beneath your hands as he moves with a steady, unhurried rhythm.
A soft moan escapes you when he brushes that perfect spot inside, his pace careful but intense, each thrust a quiet promise, all passion and heat, your bodies intertwined, his back flexing as his hips press into you.
You look up at him, softly moaning. “It feels so good, Austin… it feels so good,” you whisper, your hands on his back, urging him to go faster.
His hips push deeper, meeting fully between your legs and his lips part, eyes lidded, as he groans in pleasure. He kisses you deeply to keep his pace, his heaviness presses into you, his muscle slick against your skin, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the space. Your eyes close as he pulls you under keeping you lost in pleasure until nothing exists but the heat of his body and the deepness of his thrusts.
“Austin…” you whisper, feeling your walls throbbing, your hands gripping his biceps as his chest slides against yours, hips slamming between your thighs.
“Austin I’m gonna—“ You start to orgasm, your body shaking as sweet moans and whimpers spill from your lips and he keeps going, holding you down, his thrusts slamming into you. You cry out, legs trembling, gasping as your hands slide up to his head, fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him to look at you as you come, and it makes his skin flush with exertion, his brows knitting as he grunts, lost in how good you feel.
“You feel….so perfect, baby,” he whispers, his voice tense, deep, husky, raw. “I’m so in love with you.”
He stays buried deep, his lips parting as he comes in you, his release a quiet, shuddering moment as you hold him close, both of you lost in the haze of each other.
His cock twitches, filling you with warmth, your arms wrapped around him as you watch his face, how pretty he looks, how you can feel his abs tense against your stomach until he groans loudly and goes completely still.
You slowly smile at him, seeing him sated and relaxed, both of you intoxicated with exotic drinks, sun, and the overwhelming connection between each other.
“I love you,” you whisper softly as his head lowers to your chest, his body spent, his mind reeling.
“I love you too,” he says breathless, his fingers affectionately tracing over your skin .
The next evening its the premiere for Caught Stealing Puerto Rico and Austin is styled in a muscle tee layered under a sheer shirt, rolled to his elbows, his biceps and forearms on full display, his tan skin glowing against the crisp white.
At the blue carpet, he moves with a reserved grace, but you see the shy excitement in his eyes as he gives charismatic interviews with the Puerto Rican press, his charm effortless yet modest.
You wait at the ramp as Austin, Bad Bunny, and Darren Aronofsky enter the screening of the movie theater, fans cheering wildly.
At the front of the crowd, Darren pulls Austin in, mic in hand, to kick off the event. “What do you think of Puerto Rico?” Darren asks him.
Austin grins, glancing at the crowd. “I was in the ocean all day today, I got a lot of sun. I can’t believe how warm your water is… it’s so beautiful.” He says, and the crowd swoons, his bronze tan making him glow under the lights.
You smile, biting your lip as the memories of how hot he looked at the beach come flooding back in.
After the screening, you’re escorted to a lively restaurant-club with Bad Bunny and his entourage. Security is tight but the vibe is relaxed.
You try local Puerto Rican favorites; pernil, alcapurrias, and pasteles that melt in your mouth.
Bad Bunny’s crew plays pool and dominoes nearby, the clack of tiles and bursts of laughter filling the air. Benito, his real name, makes you both feel at home, chatting with Austin about Puerto Rican spots and slang, their easy banter from working together on the Caught Stealing set shining through.
Austin pulls you close during the chaos, his arm draped over your shoulder, gazing into your eyes with a quiet intensity. You smile as you lean in to kiss his cheek, but he turns and captures your lips instead. “Love being here with you,” he whispers.
“Love being here with you too,” you reply, your voice soft and certain as your eyes lock onto his.
The music shifts from soft Bolero guitar to pulsing reggaetón as the DJ takes over, the crowd becoming excited.
Bad Bunny strides over with a mischievous grin, balancing three tiny glasses filled with amber-gold liquid. “¡Salud, mi gente!” he shouts, raising his glass high and the cheer echoes back from his entourage. You and Austin lift yours, clinking with his before tossing the shot back in one burning swallow that makes your eyes water.
It doesn’t stop at one, another round appears moments later, more ¡Salud! shouted over the pounding reggaetón. You’re laughing with Austin, your cheeks flushed, his hand warm at your waist. Cameras flash as the three of you raise your glasses again, the tang of the liquor clinging to your lips.
The night becomes a whirl of heat and sound, Austin pulling you close as you lean against him, breathless with laughter. By the next few rounds you’re so drunk you can barely stand, leaning on him for balance.
You only remember fragments after that, your head spinning as Austin’s hand grips your hips to steady you. He says something in your ear that you can’t quite hear over the music, but you feel his smile against your cheek.
Benito pulls you both onto the dance floor, grinning wide. “This is the Perreo!” he yells over the music, his hips swaying as his weight shifts in smooth, controlled steps. You try to follow, but you’re too drunk, your rhythm hopelessly off, and you stumble forward as Austin catches you from behind, his arm slipping around your waist as Benito offers you a steadying hand, “Ay pobrecita!” He laughs.
The last moments you remember are Austin’s hands on your hips as he grinds against you in the crowd…
Then his mouth is on yours in a shadowed corner, his hands gripping your waist as he presses against you, the taste of rum on his tongue.
Your head is light, your pulse is quick, and then you black out.
The next morning, you wake up with a hangover, your limbs tangled in the sheets head lightly thumping. Austin’s arm is draped over your waist, his face nuzzled into your neck.
“Good morning beautiful,” he mumbles, his voice husky with sleep, his lips brushing your skin with soft kisses.
You groan, pressing a hand to your forehead. “I took way too many shots.” You gripe.
He chuckles, rolling onto his side to face you, his blue eyes still heavy but sparkling with mischief. “You were stealing the show last night baby.” He grins as he leans in, kissing your jaw slowly, his hand cupping your cheek. “My favorite little hungover mess,” he teases, nuzzling his nose against your neck.
“You’re so rude,” you chastise, but you’re smiling, pulling him in for a kiss, soft and lingering, your hands tangled in his hair.
The rest of the morning is slow, sunlight spilling in warm and hazy through the balcony doors. Austin gets out of bed first, only to return a minute later with a tall glass of water.
“Drink this, baby… the whole thing,” he says, his voice still low and rough with sleep, watching until you finish. When you hand the glass back, he smiles. “Good girl… now we can work on getting you human again.” He teases.
You both head into the shower, the warm water helping to clear the haze. After brushing your teeth, your brain still feels a little sluggish, the room faintly spinning as you knot a bathrobe around your waist.
Room service arrives with fresh papaya, pineapple, mallorcas dusted with sugar, and two steaming mugs of café con leche.
Austin sets the tray across your laps in bed, handing you a fork. “After you eat, I wanna see if you’ll remember the stuff you said last night.” He grins.
You roll your eyes, taking a bite. “What did I say?”
He smirks, sipping his coffee. “Well… at one point you told Benito you were gonna show him how you could salsa dance, then proceeded to almost fall on the floor knocking into a table, I caught you, of course… but not before you tried convincing me to salsa dance on stage with you.”
You groan, burying your face in your hands, but Austin just laughs and leans over to kiss your cheek. “Don’t worry, baby, I liked it. You were my pretty little drunk mess last night,” he says softly.
You peek at him through your fingers, still embarrassed, but he’s already trailing kisses along your jaw, and down to the curve of your neck soothing you until you can’t help but smile.
By late morning, you’re stretched out on a lounger by the pool, eyes closed, the sun warming your skin. Austin’s in the water, arms resting on the edge as he looks up at you his voice coaxing. “C’mon… the water’ll make you feel better,” he says.
You reluctantly get up, and when you slide in, he catches your waist immediately, holding you close. You press your head to his chest, letting yourself float in his arms, the water rocking you gently.
The floral scent of sunscreen and salt clings to his skin, and little by little the grogginess starts to lift, the cool water waking you up.
“I do feel a little better now,” you admit quietly.
“See? Told you,” he says, his hand sliding up your neck to cup your chin. “All you need is me, the sun, and maybe a little nap later…” He grins kissing your nose.
The afternoon drifts by in lazy waves, naps in the shade, iced water, slow walks along the beach, and Austin keeps your hand in his the whole time, like he’s not ready to let you out of reach.
By sunset, you’re barefoot on the sand, the sky streaked gold and coral. He kisses you slow, thumb brushing your jaw. “Think you’re ready to handle the event tonight?” he asks.
You grin nodding up at him. “I can handle it.” You promise.
That evening is Bad Bunny’s concert at the Coliseo de Puerto Rico.
Austin is styled in a black muscle tee that hugs his torso, black pants, and his favorite work boots, his toned arms on full display, the waistband of his Calvin boxers peeking just enough to make your pulse race.
“You’re unfairly hot,” you compliment, tucking your fingers into the band of his boxers and pulling him close. He gives you a slow, deep kiss, your hand sliding over his biceps as you melt into him.
“You want more?” he asks pushing his pelvis against yours with a teasing grin. You nod, and he pulls as in again, his full lips kissing yours making your knees go weak. “Be good for me tonight,” he murmurs against your mouth, and you try, but he’s making it impossible.
Backstage when you arrive at the concert, the crew is busy with several performers and celebrities, including Austin with Darren Aronofsky set to join Bad Bunny on stage.
The concert setup is a vibrant replica of a Puerto Rican jibarito house, bright pink walls and rustic props. Austin is called over to one of the rooms with a wicker chair, a TV, and a green wall draped with a Puerto Rican flag for a photo op.
He’s serious at first, resting in the chair his nervous energy making him close up, but Darren notices his tension and picks up the prop TV, mock-threatening to hit him with it.
Austin cracks up, his shyness dissolving into laughter as they pose naturally, the director and star, playful and at ease.
As the crew prepares, Austin beckons you over and you sit on his lap in the wicker chair, warm and safe, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He kisses beneath your jaw, nuzzling softly. “I’m gonna be lookin for you out there the whole time,” he says in your ear.
“Give me a show,” you tease, and he nips at your neck.
“You give me one,” he counters, grinning as he gazes up at you.
You feel his nervousness return in the way he presses his face into your neck breathing you in. “Okay, baby, gotta go,” he whispers placing a kiss on your neck, and you nod.
As you stand he kisses you once more, your hands lingering until you part, your gaze following him as you head to the VIP section.
From the VIP area in front of center stage, the massive pink Puerto Rican house looms ahead you.
The crowd erupts into cheers as the concert kicks off, and when Austin appears behind Bad Bunny, the camera on the big screen zooms in on him and fans screaming for him fill the arena.
As the music start Bad Bunny is animated as he performs getting the crowd hype.
Austin is shy at first, arms crossed, a timid smile on his face standing next to Darren.
Your eyes lock, and his gaze softens, making your heart race. “Dance!” you mouth, trying to encourage him but he shushes you with his finger to his lips as he grins, to shy to even move yet.
Bad Bunny brings Darren out to dance center stage, the crowd going wild as girls twerk around him and Darren does a goofy side step.
It loosens Austin up, seeing the crowd is just there to cheer everyone on and soon he’s swinging his hips, rocking to the beat, playful and happy, his muscles flexing under the lights.
He’s all masculine power mixed with charm, and when he catches your eye across the arena, it’s intimate, like it’s just you two.
You do put on a show for him dancing, flirting and smiling at him having fun until the final song the experience one neither of you will forget.
At the afterparty, the music pounds loudly through the cantina, the air heavy with the scent of Don Q rum and fried plantains.
Austin can’t keep his eyes off you, his gaze finding yours between conversations, his lips quirking every time you catch him staring.
The low light makes his blue eyes look darker, more intense, and you can feel the weight of his attention on you.
When there’s a break in the song, he leans in, his voice low enough for only you to hear.
“Watching you from the stage… you looked so good, baby. I wanted to dance with you the entire time I was up there,” he whispers and he takes your hand pulling you onto the dance floor with him.
His hands settle on your hips, guiding you into the rhythm as his movements roll into the beat.
Your hands slide up to the nape of his neck, the rest of the room fading away as he turns you in his arms, bringing your back flush against his chest. His hardness presses into you, heat radiating between your bodies, and then his lips find your ear, his voice dropping lower.
“You’re making it so hard to behave,” he whispers, sending a thrill straight through you. “You feel how much I want you?” He says as his hands glide slowly down your sides, fingers tracing the curve of your hips as he pulls you tighter, grinding into you with slow thrusts that make your pulse race.
“Aus…” you whisper, breath catching as you feel his need pressing against you, your back snug to his chest. His mouth finds your neck, kissing lightly, his hands squeezing your hips in time with the music.
He turns you in his arms, pressing closer, your bodies moving as one, the heat between you almost unbearable.
You look up into his eyes and there’s no hesitation when he says, “Let’s go to the suite.”
Back at the resort, the door barely clicks shut before you’re pulling at each other, kissing, touching, clothes half-on in your urgency.
“This place is magic,” you say breathlessly, looking up at him.
“Nah… it’s you baby,” he whispers, pulling you into a deep, consuming kiss.
The passion builds fast as clothes come off, his shirt tugged over his head, your dress sliding to the floor, hands working at buttons, zippers, and straps until there’s nothing left but skin.
He’s naked tan, tall and muscular, his cock heavy and swaying as he lays back on the bed reaching for you. You climb over him as he sits up, one hand braced behind him on the mattress.
“You’ve been on my mind all night,” you whisper, your voice low filled with want.
He thinks you’re going to straddle him, but instead you lean down, your gaze locked on the length of his cock, thick veiny, the tip already slick, and you take him deeply into your mouth.
His abs flex, as soft sounds of approval escape him matching your rhythm, his hand sliding into your hair, guiding you, watching you. When his moans grow deeper, he pulls you up and brings you over his lap kissing you as his tongue sweeps against yours.
“Fuck, baby… you’re so hot,” he whispers as his fingers dip between your legs, feeling the slick heat of your arousal, circling your entrance until your hands grip his shoulders and your hips begin rocking.
“I want you Austin ,” you breathe, your voice breaking with need.
“I can feel you baby,” he says, his voice low and reverent, blue eyes dark with desire as he watches your frantic breaths.
He slips his fingers away, guiding your hips forward and presses his cock thick and insistent to your slick entrance, the size of him making your breath hitch as he works himself into you inch by inch stretching you with slow thrusts that makes you gasp.
He kisses you deeply, tasting your moans, his free hand cupping your breast, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple as he sinks you all the way down, your wetness making the slide effortless but intense.
The position lets you set the pace, your hips moving in a rhythm that matches your need. His eyes stay locked on yours, full of adoration, before he leans in to kiss your neck, your chest, his lips closing around your nipple as he cups your breast.
He teases you with slow, reverent sucks until you’re trembling, slick and gasping in his lap.
“Austin” you moan your hips rolling in deep, desperate circles, thighs quivering as you grind down harder.
“You feel so …fucking good,” he pants, his voice breaking with emotion, “I’m so deep inside you, baby.”he says thrusting up as you gasp in pleasure, his hand steady on your hip.
You move together, every thrust a promise as you start to orgasm , your walls, clenching tightly around him as gaze drops to where you’re joined, watching his cock thrust into you, your eyes rolling back from the intensity of his size.
You orgasm hard, grinding against him, riding out the waves of pleasure with loud, breathless moans. He follows, his thrusts deep and steady, a low, reverent groan escaping as he spills inside you.
“God, I love you,” he breathes, holding you close as your bodies rest together, hearts pounding in sync.
You breathe against each other, both of you glistening, the moment slowly easing after the intensity. You shiver as you ease off him, his cock sliding free, and he lays you gently down on the bed, kissing all over you with a soft, contented smile.
“You didn’t say you love me back,” he teases, making you laugh.
“I love you, Austin,” you whisper breathless, as he kisses your neck, pulling you into his warmth and your eyes close, perfectly content with just him his love, and your unforgettable trip to San Juan.
Summary You ask Austin to be your wedding date but due to his heavy filming schedule, he doesn’t know if he can make it.
💝Romantic Smut 💝 Austin affectionate• Austin adoring • wedding date • passionate reunion • romantic fluff • emotional intimacy • constant affection • constant praising • indulgent confessions of love •make out session • semi-public sex • size kink • clit play • consecutive orgasms • mutual orgasms • cream pie • aftercare
✨ Inspo via ask -changed the entire premise of the ask, but kept all the interactions (you said I could lol) I think it works 🥰💕
Wedding Date
The late summer evening wraps around you like a promise as you adjust the strap of your baby blue gown, the silk clinging just right against your skin, accentuating every curve.
You stand before the mirror in your hotel room, heart fluttering, not just because you’re attending your friends wedding, whose now a renowned actress, but because you invited your boyfriend, Austin Butler, to be your date.
His appearance hadn’t been guaranteed because the filming schedule for his new action thriller had been relentless.
When you asked him weeks ago, his blue eyes were shadowed with uncertainty.
“Baby, I want to be there,” he said over the video call, running a hand through his soft brown hair, his voice low and earnest. “But this shoot… it’s brutal. I’ll know closer to the date, okay baby?”
You nodded, masking your dismay with a small smile. “I get it, Aus. Just… let me know. I would love to have you here with me.”
His expression softened as you gazed at him through the video call, and his lips quirked into a warm smile, his voice dropping low. “I’ll try baby.” He promised.
Now, as you slip on your heels, it’s all but confirmed and your phone buzzes with a text from Austin: Just landed. I’m coming. Be there in an hour. Can’t wait to see you.
Your heart does somersaults, a wide smile breaking across your face.
Because he’s coming. He actually made it.
The venue is a few blocks away, a lush botanical garden spanning acres of greenery, with a breathtaking glass pavilion beyond the entrance, bathed in golden twilight, and shimmering with quiet grandeur.
Paparazzi linger discreetly at the gates, their cameras trained on the steady parade of A-listers arriving, dressed immaculately as they glide through the entrance.
All the guests make their way toward the floral arch, mingling near the neatly arranged rows of seating.
The night radiates glamour and exclusivity, but all you can think about is Austin.
You spot him before he sees you, striding into the venue, his gray suit tailored to perfection, the open-collared white shirt giving him a relaxed yet devastatingly handsome edge.
His blue eyes scan the crowd until they land on you, and when they do, a wide grin spreads across his face.
He weaves through the guests with that effortless allure, the kind that makes him a heartthrob both on and off the screen, never taking his eyes off you as he closes the distance.
“You look so beautiful,” he says, his voice full of admiration as he reaches you, and his hands slide to your waist as he draws you in. His presence is warm, touched with that familiar charm that always makes your knees weak.
You tilt your face up, heart racing to finally be with him, and then his mouth finds yours.
The kiss is slow and deep, full of everything words couldn’t say. His grip tightens on your waist, and as your hands slide up his chest the world falls away… until nothing is left but the heat of his lips and the rush of finally being in his arms.
He slowly pulls back, his fingers brushing a stray curl from your face. “I missed you so much baby.” He says his eyes sparkling with joy and you feel a warmth rush your cheeks.
“I missed you too Austin,” you say, your voice soft and full of love, gazing into the depths of his blue eyes.
The ceremony unfolds under a canopy of fairy lights, the couple exchanging vows that leave many in the crowd teary-eyed.
Austin’s arm drapes over your shoulders, his thumb tracing idle circles on your skin, and a soft smile warms his face. “They look so happy,” he whispers, nodding toward the bride and groom.
You lean into him, your gaze tender as you watch the couple. “They found the person they want to spend the rest of their life with,” you confess quietly. “That kind of love is so rare.”
He glances down at you, his eyes softening as the moment settles between you, exchanging something unspoken yet entirely understood.
The reception starts off with a live band, and the dance floor fills quickly. Austin grins, pulling you into a sway during a soulful ballad, one hand resting at your hip while the other interlaces with yours, pressing your bodies close.
His height towers over you, and you rest your cheek against his chest, breathing in the faint woodsy floral scent of his cologne.
“You’re such a good dancer,” you compliment tilting your head up to meet his gaze, and his blue eyes are glinting in the soft light.
“That’s because I’ve got the best partner,” he replies, his voice soft but laced with that flirty edge as he spins you gently, then pulls you back, making you giggle as you return into his arms.
As the night progresses, Austin sheds his jacket, his white shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a sliver of his chest. His cheeks are flushed from liquor and laughter, and his eyes are bright with joy.
You find the large designer photo booth tucked away in a secluded area of the gardens, a lavish setup with an assortment of arranged props. You pick a cowboy hat, placing it on Austin’s head, and he retaliates by settling a sparkly halo on yours.
“Alright, c’mon Angel,” he says, guiding you in and pulling you on his lap in the large booth.
The door clicks shut, lighting up a sign that reads “Occupied,” and you cozy up beside him as the screen flashes “Get ready!” and the countdown begins.
When the camera flashes you strike silly poses, you sticking out your tongue, him pointing with a stern expression like a sheriff.
The next shot, you lean in and lick his cheek, catching him off guard making him laugh, his hand playfully grabbing your ass as he grins, “Such a naughty little angel.” He teases.
You squeal, bouncing on his lap in surprise as his grip tightens, grinning so wide your face hurts. “You love this naughty angel” you tease right back.
His eyes darken as he looks at you, and just before the next flash, he steals a kiss.
The camera snaps, but he doesn’t stop, his mouth kisses yours, deeply, passionately, like he’s been waiting for this all night.
You push his cowboy hat from his head sliding your fingers into his soft brown hair, and you kiss him back with just as much intensity as the final flash goes off.
The booth goes still… but you both don’t.
He pulls you fully on his lap until your straddling him, his hands pushing your dress up your thighs. His lips are hot and insistent against yours, and his fingers slip beneath the hem of your dress, his breaths uneven as he breaks the kiss.
“You want me right now?” he asks, his voice breathless, his eyes searching your face.
“Yes,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss him again as you say it.
He lifts your dress, bunching the silk high around your thighs, and pulls your panties aside, his fingers finding you warm, wet, and ready for him.
He lifts his hips slightly, and his breaths are shallow as he watches you unbuckle his belt, quickly pulling down his waistband, and releasing his large cock from his slacks.
He’s already thick and hard, flushing a deep shade of pink as you slowly sink down on him. A soft, shaky breath escapes your lips as he fills you completely, the pressure exquisite, as you settle around the base.
His fingers grasp your waist holding you steady with every slow glide up and down as your hips rock against him, and as you lean in close, his lips find your neck, pressing soft open-mouthed kisses as he whispers sweet praises against your skin. “So perfect… you feel so good, baby… don’t stop,” he begs, his voice low and reverent.
You pant against his shoulder, your orgasm building, fast, wild, unstoppable, and when it hits, your body tenses, clenching hard around him as you come, soft cries slipping from your lips as you ride it out in his lap.
His breath stutters, a broken sound escaping him as he watches you fall apart and he grinds up into you, thrusting deeper, his forehead pressing yours before his lips graze your cheek.
“God, baby…” he breathes, voice low and wrecked. “You feel so good to me.”
His hand slides between your thighs, his fingers slipping over your clit and you rock back and forth on him, your hips rolling in rhythm with his thrusts.
His body tenses beneath you, his breaths becoming heavy and uneven as his eyes lock with yours.
You take him faster, sliding up and down as his fingers circle your clit with increasing pressure until your thighs are shaking with every roll of your hips.
The wet heat of your walls and the rhythm you keep has him gasping softly, his free hand gripping the side of the seat.
“Baby I’m so close,” he warns, his voice shaky, his hips twitching feeling the pleasure taking over.
You move against him with purpose, rolling your hips just right, and gasps begin to spill from his lips as he loses control, his cock twitching inside of you as he starts to fall apart.
His hand slides into your hair, gathering it in a loose grip as he thrusts harder, his eyes intense, locked on yours, his lips parting in surrender.
“Baby… I’m gonna come,” he gasps, his hips jerking up into you and his pace quickens, erratic and desperate.
You moan softly as your walls flutter around him, and that’s all it takes.
His grip tightens in your hair as he comes, a soft curse falling from his lips, his body tensing beneath you.
He holds you through it, letting you feel every pulse, every twitch of his cock, and your walls clench around him as you orgasm together, each thrust increasing your pleasure with aching precision.
When it’s over, he exhales shakily, pulling you to him, kissing you slow and deep, his thumb trailing your jaw, his fingers brushing your hair from your face.
His eyes search yours, tender, reverent, and full of something real.
“I love you so much,” he says without reservation.
You smile, warmth rising in your face as your fingers gently brush his neck.
“I love you too,” you reply, your heart full.
As you step out of the booth together, the printed photo strip waits for you, a chaotic, silly, intimate string of moments that you and Austin look over with fondness.
“I’m framing these in our bedroom,” he confesses, and you giggle.
“I’ll remember what we did after these photos forever,” you whisper, and you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek, as he gazes down the strip with a seductive, knowing grin.
The night continues unfolding in a dreamy blur, music, laughter, stolen kisses, you’re both wrapped in each other’s love, teasing relentlessly, every touch affectionate, every glance reigniting the spark.
“You’re so beautiful baby,” he says at one point, his fingers brushing your jaw, his eyes locked on yours. “I can’t get enough of you.” he confesses.
By the end of the wedding you leave the dance floor, you’re both a little tipsy, giggling like teenagers. The night air is cool as you leave through a secluded exit strolling back to your hotel, arm in arm, the festivities twinkling behind you.
Austin’s shirt is heavily unbuttoned now, his suit jacket long gone, and he’s humming a tune from the band, his voice soft and melodic.
You’re halfway to the hotel when a couple of fans spot him, their eyes going wide.
“Austin Butler?” one of them says, practically breathless. “Are you filming in town right now?” the other asks excitedly.
He flashes a smile, ever gracious. “Actually, we’re just coming from a wedding. What about you?”
“We were at a wedding too!” She beams.
“You’re dressed so nice,” he says, then pauses with a playful grin. “Is it your wedding?”
“No, I’d be wearing white,” she laughs, then adds, “You look amazing, by the way.”
“Thank you,” he replies, and she jumps in quickly, “Would you mind doing a quick video congratulating the bride and groom with me?”
“Sure,” he says without hesitation, stepping beside her as her friend starts filming.
He finds out the couple’s names, then joins in with her, offering a cheerful message and even giggling at the end, grinning wide at the sweet moment.
They thank him, stunned and glowing in disbelief that he was so kind and made time for them.
He loops his arm around you again as you walk together, and you lean into him.
“You’re so cute when you’re all famous,” you tease, nudging him gently.
He laughs, squeezing your waist. “Cute, huh?”
“Yeah like ruin my life cute,” you grin, placing a kiss on his cheek, and he giggles again deep and warm, too giddy to stop it.
Back at the hotel, you pull him into the room, the door clicking shut behind you. His hands gently roam your body, as his lips softy brush your neck “Love you so much baby.” He smiles, pulling back, his blue eyes sparkling in the dim light, his cheeks rosy with that giddy, loving glow.
You look up at him, your fingers trailing his open collar. “Love you too,” you say softly, your hands gliding over his broad shoulders as the warmth between you settles deep.
He squeezes your hip, his other hand sliding up to cup your jaw. “You’re so pretty, baby… I’m so lucky you’re mine,” he confesses.
You grin, pulling him closer, your fingers slipping to the nape of his neck. “What, you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” you tease, eyes sparkling.
“I do,” he says, grinning wide and boyish, then he spins you playfully, like you’re still dancing at the wedding, and pulls you down onto the bed with him as you both collapse together, laughing.
His hands find yours, interlacing your fingers together and he gazes at you, his eyes soft and overflowing with adoration. “You’re everything to me, you know that?” He admits.
You lean in, kissing him deeply, your heart swelling. The night has been perfect, every laugh, every touch, every shared glance, and you lay in each other’s arms, the world outside fading away, wrapped in the warmth of his love and the joy of a night you’ll carry forever.
Summary Austin gets heated in the kitchen and asks you to call him a by a new title.
❤️🔥Passionate Smut ❤️🔥 Daddy kink • Austin wanting to be called Daddy• domestic fluff • possessive behavior •confession while intimate • nipple play• clit play • edging• teasing • dirty talk• praising • oral on fem • sex on a kitchen counter • eye contact during sex • mutual pleasure • multiple orgasms • overstimulation • cream pie • after care
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✨ Inspo: the interview mag shoot + cooking w Austin 💕
Such a Daddy
The kitchen smells of fresh herbs, and minced vegetables for the lunch you and Austin are preparing together.
Sunlight streams through the large windows, catching the sandy brown of his hair, making his blue eyes gleam as he chops basil with a practiced hand.
His biceps flex in his fitted white muscle tee, and his full lips curve into a soft smile as he catches you staring.
You’re leaning against the counter wearing a flowy dress that hugs your curves as you finish placing fresh strawberries in a bowl, and Austin can’t seem to keep his eyes… or hands… off you.
“Baby, you’re distracting me,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm, and he slides one hand along your waist, pulling you closer. His thumb brushes just above your hip, and you shiver, already feeling the heat of him.
“Me?… You’re the one looking like that,” you tease, pushing your fingers under the thin fabric of his tee and down his chiseled abs peeking through.
He glances at you his blue eyes darkening as they catch the light. He grins slowly setting the knife down, then suddenly his hands are on you, pulling you flush against him. His lips graze your ear, and you feel the hardness of him pressing against you through his pinstripe slacks.
“Forget about lunch,” he whispers, kissing down your neck, his breaths warm. “All I can think about is you…” he says, his hands sliding just above your navel through your dress. “I want to hear you call me Daddy,” he whispers.
Your breath catches, arousal pooling low in your core as his words sink in. “Austin…” you breathe, but he’s already kissing your neck again, murmuring softly against your skin.
“I wanna hear you say it, baby…” he breathes, pressing kisses. “Let me hear you say it.”
“Yes Daddy,” you obey, the word rolling out perfectly, and his grin widens with pride and desire.
“Fuck, I love hearing that,” he says softly, cupping your face. “Say it again, baby.”
“Daddy…” you moan, and he kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding against yours, hands roaming your body. You’re dizzy with want, clinging to his broad shoulders as he lifts you onto the counter, the cool marble a shock against your thighs.
He pulls back, eyes locked on yours, and slides your panties down slow and deliberate, letting them fall to the floor.
“So pretty for me,” he says, his voice yearning as he lowers the straps of your dress, exposing your breasts to him. His lips find your neck, kissing and sucking as his fingers tease your nipples and you arch into him, head falling back as you lightly moan.
“Is Daddy making you feel good?” He whispers against your skin.
“Y-es” you nod, barely able to respond, and his head dips lower mouth closing over one nipple, sucking gently, then the other, until you’re whimpering, hands in his hair, feeling the ache for him forming between your legs.
“Austin, please…” you beg, and he smiles against your skin, standing to kiss you again.
“Patience, baby,” he murmurs, but his hands are already spreading your thighs, fingers brushing your inner lips, parting them gently.
He kneels, eyes hungry, and you feel exposed, vulnerable, and so turned on as he looks at your pussy like it’s a feast. His fingers hold you open, and his tongue laps at your clit in slow, deliberate strokes.
“Oh, Austin…—Daddy!” you cry, gripping the counter’s edge, your legs trembling. He hums against you, the vibration sending sparks through your body. His tongue works you expertly, dipping inside before circling your clit again.
You’re a mess, moaning, hips bucking, and he holds you steady, one hand on your thigh, the other still spreading you open for his mouth.
His tongue works you relentlessly, circling your clit and plunging deep in a perfect rhythm, until the pleasure crashes through you and you come hard, moaning for him, your body shuddering against his mouth.
He groans low and deep, lapping up every bit of your release like he’s starving for it, and his hands hold you open as your thighs tremble.
You’re still shaking when he finally stands, wiping his mouth with a smirk
“You taste so good, baby,” he says, unbuckling his belt and pushing his slacks down. His cock springs free, thick -hard and perfect, and you lean forward, kissing his neck, your hands wandering over the ridges of his abs, worshiping him as he strokes your hair.
He guides you back as he lines himself up, the tip brushing your entrance, and you’re so aroused you can barely think, your body soft and obedient for him.
“You ready for Daddy?” he asks, stroking himself.
“Yes, Daddy, please,” you whimper, and he pushes in, slow and deep, filling you completely. You gasp, clinging to his shoulders and he starts to thrust, each movement, hitting every spot inside you.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, his hands gripping your hips. He pulls your dress lower, his hand tweaking your nipple as he sucks your neck and he fucks you, his lips hot against your skin. “Call me Daddy again, baby,” he breathes, pulling back just enough to look at you.
“Daddy,” you moan, and he thrusts harder, his eyes locked on yours.
“Yeah? You like this?” He rasps, his voice low and wrecked.
“Yes, Daddy, please,” you gasp, and his pace quickens, a low groan rising in his chest.
“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me lose it,” he gasps, going deeper, his cock stretching you perfectly.
Your body tenses, hips rolling against him as your orgasm builds, and he feels it, his hand sliding between you to find your clit. It’s throbbing, tender, and he rubs it in tight circles, making you cry out.
“Come for Daddy,” he whispers, kissing you, his tongue tangling with yours.
Your orgasm hits like a wave, your body clenching around him, hips bucking as you moan, “Daddy!” and he keeps thrusting, dirty talk spilling from his lips.
“That’s it, baby, take it all… gonna fill you up …gonna …give you more,” he rasps, and you’re lost to him, barely able to keep up. His thrusts hit that perfect spot deep inside you with every stroke and your moaning as the pressure builds, overwhelming and sharp.
He finds your clit again, squeezing gently, and you’re so sensitive it sends you spiraling into another orgasm almost instantly, your legs shaking.
“I—I…gonna come,” he groans, feeling you pulse around him and your legs are like jelly as he wraps them around his waist, holding you close as he thrusts faster, his mouth brushing yours, breaths mingling.
His brows knit, eyes squeezing shut as he chases his release, and you make desperate little sounds, urging him on.
“Fuck, baby,” he pants, pulling back and thrusting in deep, his cock pulsing as he comes, filling you with warmth. He slows, panting heavily, looking into your eyes with so much love it makes your heart ache.
“I love so much,” he says softly, still buried inside you, his hands gripping your thighs like he’s afraid to let go.
You grin, hand sliding to his jaw, kissing him deeply. “I love you too,” you respond, and he groans, kissing you again, refusing to pull out, as if he’s determined to take you again right then and there.
Finally, he eases out, and you brace your hands back on the counter, breathless and sated, your body humming with aftershocks.
Austin pulls his slacks back up, buckling his belt, a soft smile on his lips as he starts to finish lunch, but he can’t stay away.
He comes back, leaning next to you, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your stomach as he smiles.
“You’re such a Daddy,” you say, reaching for his jaw and his smile widens.
“I love it when you call me that,” he says, and leans in kissing your lips once more like he can never get enough.
The kitchen is warm and charged with your love for each other, and you know, deep down, today is just the beginning of you calling him by his new title.
Summary Waking to the sound of Austin strumming his guitar leads you to the living room, where you admire his skilled hands before he decides to play you instead.
💝Romantic Smut💝 Austin affectionate • domestic bliss • intimacy as language• gentle build up • guitar as erotic metaphor • the man is poetry• Austin literally plays you like a guitar • loves hearing your voice • his favorite melody •edging • fingering •loves your pleasure • lap sitting • morning sex • cream pie •aftercare • hand kink • praise kink •the guitar is jealous
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Play Me
You wake up earlier than usual as the soft glow of dawn filters through sheer curtains in the master bedroom
The room is a cozy haven, the plush cream bedding tangled around your legs, but when your hand instinctively reaches for Austin, the place where he should be is empty beneath your touch.
Curiosity rising, you sit up wondering where Austin could be before you climb out of bed.
You pull on one of his black tees over your panties, heading to the en suite, and as you brush your teeth the faint strum of his guitar drifts through the quiet house.
A soft smile curves your lips because It’s rare to hear Austin play…like a private gift he almost never shares. Drawn to the sound, you follow the gentle melody, leading you down to the living room.
You stand barefoot at the archway, listening to the soft sound of Austin’s voice blending in with the warm, melodic undercurrent of his guitar, and your heart melts hearing him sing, the sound so rich and intimate.
He’s sitting on the edge of the couch in blue jeans and a white tee, one leg bent, the guitar cradled against his chest like a lover.
His long, artistic fingers dance over the strings, coaxing out a melody that vibrates through the air, wrapping the room in the beautiful sound.
The morning sun spills through the large windows, casting golden streaks across his hands, highlighting the elegant length of his fingers and the faint calluses that whisper of years devoted to his craft.
Your eyes fixate on his hands, utterly captivated as they move like poetry in motion. Long and lean, his fingers strum with hypnotic precision, plucking and gliding, each motion deliberate yet effortless.
The way his knuckles curve, the faint veins tracing beneath his skin, the way his fingertips press into the strings with just the right pressure… it’s mesmerizing, a quiet mastery that pulls you in.
“Good morning baby,” Austin smiles, his voice low and teasing as his blue eyes meet yours, and he continues strumming, the melody gently weaving through the space between you.
Your cheeks flush, but you don’t look away.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you, Austin,” you admit, your voice soft and mesmerized. “It’s just so seductive when you play.” you say without thinking.
He grins, glancing up, his eyes catching yours with a spark of curiosity. “Seductive, huh?” He asks as his fingers slow, lingering on a soft chord.
You step closer until you stand between his knees, your hand resting lightly on his jaw and he looks up at you, leaning into your touch.
Up close, he’s even more beautiful, and you can see every detail, the faint freckles dusting his cheeks, the way his blue eyes gleam with warmth as he pauses his playing.
“I love the way you play.” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re very talented with your hands Austin,”
His smirk fades into something more knowing, and he gently sets the guitar aside, propped against the couch. He leans forward, his skilled hands now free to focus on you.
“Is that so?” he asks, his voice low and intimate as he places his hands on your hips, pulling you close.
His thumbs slide up your sides, the touch light, but it sends a shiver racing down your spine.
“You like my hands that much?” he asks, gazing up at you.
You respond with a nod, your breath catching as his fingers trail down your hips, lingering at the edge of your panties.
“They’re so…strong and graceful,” you admit, your eyes locked on his. “Your fingers are always so precise...” You say it breathier, realizing the way you’re getting aroused by him.
Austin’s gaze darkens, his pupils dilating as he processes your words. “You want me to play you like I play my guitar baby?” he grins, his voice teasing with intent to follow through.
Your lips part as you nod, and before you can speak he pulls you onto his lap in one smooth motion, your thighs straddling his, your bodies pressed close.
His hands settle on your hips, fingers splaying wide, grounding you against him. You feel the warmth of his palms through your thin cotton panties, the slight roughness of his callused fingers a delicious contrast to your soft skin.
He kisses you then, slow and deep, his lips coaxing yours apart as his hands begin to wander. One hand slides up your back, fingers tracing the curve of your spine, while the other dips lower, slipping into the hem of your panties.
You gasp into his mouth as his fingertips brush the sensitive skin along your inner thigh teasing, exploring.
“You want me to play you…” he whispers against your lips, his voice rough with need. “You want me to make you sing for me?”
“Yes,” you whisper, your hands gripping his shoulders as you slowly grind against him. “Please, Austin...”
His fingers move with the same precision he shows on the guitar; intuitive, confident, and as he slides your panties aside and finds you already slick with desire, he lets out a low groan of appreciation.
“You’re already so turned on for me,”he breathes, his eyes locked on your face, drinking in every flicker of expression.
He starts slow, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb, the pressure just enough to make you sigh. His other fingers tease your entrance, dipping in shallowly before retreating, building your anticipation until you tremble.
Your head tips back, lips parting in a soft moan, and Austin’s gaze never leaves you. He’s captivated by the way your face softens with pleasure; your brows knitting, your mouth parting, the flush creeping up your cheeks.
Every sound you make, every shudder, is a symphony to him more beautiful than any chord he’s ever played.
“You’re so gorgeous like this,” he says, his voice thick with awe as he slides one finger inside you, then two, curling them just right, finding that spot that makes you gasp and clutch at him.
His thumb keeps a steady rhythm, and he watches, spellbound, as your pleasure builds. The wet heat of you clings to him, and he revels in it, in the way you tighten around his fingers, in the slick sounds of your arousal.
Your moans grow more desperate, your hips rocking against his hand as you chase the edge.
The sounds he coaxes from your lips are breathtakingly beautiful, a melodic cascade of gasps and moans that fill the room.
His fingers are relentless, stroking and curling with a skill that leaves you breathless.
He’s enraptured, every note of your pleasure a testament to his skill and your moans intensify in a passionate melody just for him. Your walls flutter from his expert touch, and your orgasm hits like a crescendo.
Your body tenses, your thighs trembling as you cry out, a raw, broken sound that makes Austin groan with pride and desire.
He keeps his fingers moving, drawing out every pulse of your orgasm, watching the way your face glows with ecstasy, your eyes half-lidded, your lips swollen from his kisses.
The sight of you, the sound of you, the feel of you — it’s everything to him. His own arousal is a straining in his jeans, only intensifying as he watches you orgasm, knowing he’s the one bringing you this pleasure.
As you come down, panting and flushed, he gently eases his fingers from you, bringing them to his lips as he tastes you, his eyes never leaving yours.
“You taste so sweet to me,” he says, his voice rough with need.
You smile, still catching your breath, and lean in to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.
“You make me sweet,” you whisper, your voice a promise, and you slowly stand, stripping off your top and panties.
The morning sunlight kisses your skin, casting a golden glow over your curves as Austin’s eyes rake over you hungry and reverent.
He leans back, pulling his shirt over his head, the sun light accentuating the planes of his chest and abs. He slides his jeans and boxers down, his cock thick and hard, standing proudly in his lap.
He beckons you to him, parting his thighs.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he rasps, watching as you straddle him, his hands sliding up your hips as you lean down to kiss him.
You pull back pressing your hands to his chest, your eyes searching his as you lower yourself on to him with a soft moan.
The stretch is perfect, the pressure divine, his cock filling you completely as you settle at the base. His head falls back, a broken breath escaping his lips.
“You…feel like heaven,” he pants.
He looks up at you pupils blown, lips parted in ecstasy, watching you riding his cock making him pant heavily, wanting to feel all of you.
His hands roam over the softness of your thighs, the curve of your ass, the smoothness of your waist, the swell of your breasts.
He’s worshipful, reverent, his eyes filled with love as you roll deeply in his lap, making his cock twitch and his breaths catch.
You look down at him, his pretty blue eyes, his handsome face softened in pleasure, and you give him everything.
You roll your hips faster, pressing him deeper, and you start to moan together in perfect harmony.
He cups your breast, urging you on, his mouth sucking each one before he kisses across your chest and up your throat. He holds the back of your neck, his eyes locking with yours as the pleasure becomes too intense, and you begin to falter, moaning desperately.
He braces one hand on your shoulder, the other holding your hip, keeping you steady as he thrusts up into you, his thick cock spreading you wide. You moan heavily, your walls squeezing him as he brings you to the edge of release.
He pulls you down to kiss him, your mouths sliding together as his thumb finds your clit.
You moan the most beautiful sounds into his mouth as you start to come, your walls milking him as he pulls you against him, his face pressed to the side of yours, hearing every whimper, every soft cry of his name.
He pulls you to kiss him again, his hand holding your jaw as he thrusts up into you, deeper than ever, your moans breaking in pleasure as you orgasm.
He thrusts again and again, each one fueling his own arousal until he spills into you, the release euphoric as you softly moan together. He continues thrusting until the slick sounds of your release fill the room, and he slows, a deep groan rising from his chest as he rests back against the couch.
He holds you against him, too fragile to break the connection, and you bask together under the warm morning light.
Your lips brush his neck as you whisper,
“I love you,” and he feels you smile.
“I love you too.” He replies softly, his skilled hands sliding up and down your back.
You glance over at his guitar that sits silently on the couch, and you grin, having Austin make beautiful music out of you instead.
Summary Austin brings you with him to Wrigley field to watch a ball game in VIP with fellow celebrities. Shy in the midst of such a large crowd he leans to your for comfort, reserved in public about what he really wants to do back at the hotel.
💝 Romantic Smut 💝 Austin doting boyfriend • Austin shy • Austin reserved pda • smitten •fluff • affectionate • edging • sweet talk• praising • body worship• p in v • orgasms •cream pie 🔗Masterlist
✨Latest pics/vids of him enjoying baseball in Chicago 🥰
The Ball Game
The sun blazes over Wrigley Field, a jewel of green and red brick nestled in Chicago’s bustling North Side.
The ballpark is teeming with action, vendors selling hot dogs and beer, their voices cutting through the chatter of the crowd, while the organ belts out jaunty tunes.
The Cubs are facing the Rockies today, and the energy is frenzied, a mix of exhilaration and anticipation that makes you fill with excitement.
Austin is somehow both commanding and unassuming as he navigates the VIP section. He’s dressed in some of his favorites: a dark blue Capco steel cap pulled low over his blue eyes, a fitted white tee hugging his broad chest, and a soft denim blue button-up hanging open with light tan cargo pants that accentuate him in all the right places.
Despite his fame, Austin still clings to wearing certain clothing pieces like a security blanket, their worn-in familiarity grounding him in a world of flashing cameras and non-stop public commitments.
You’re seated next to him right behind the batting cage, a prime section secured for him as a VIP with the other celebrity guests in attendance.
With Austin just filming Caught Stealing as Hank, a baseball player with a gritty edge, the excitement of being so close to the pitchers mound radiates from him.
He turns to you, his full lips curving into a boyish grin. “You good, babe?” he asks, his voice low and warm, those blue eyes searching yours with a tenderness that makes your heart melt.
He’s reserved in public, but with you, he’s all softness, leaning into you like your presence is his safety net.
“I’m great,” you reply, squeezing his hand. His fingers are long and warm, as he gives you a gentle squeeze back, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
You can tell he’s thrilled to have you here, his usually guarded demeanor loosening as he glances at the field, then back at you, his eyes crinkling with affection.
Around you, the VIP section is filled with familiar faces. Jeremy Allen White, Austin’s co-star in their upcoming film Enemies, is seated to his right, his shorter frame slouched casually in a white tee and khakis, a tan cap tilted low over his eyes
Jeremy’s got this infectious energy, all easy smiles and quick wit, his crystal blue eyes sparkling as he chats with a curious Austin about the meaning of his tattoos.
Yesterday, he and Jeremy roamed Chicago together, grabbing coffee at Doma Cafe in Andersonville. They were spotted by fans almost instantly. Jeremy being the kind humble guy that he is when mistaken for “looking exactly like Jeremy Allen White,” just nodded in agreement.
Austin kept his head low, thinking he would be spared, but was nabbed by an even bolder fan who flat out asked for his phone number, which in true Austin style he graciously declined.
Among the other VIP celebs in your section, David Harbour is seated to your left. His burly frame sprawled across the seat as he trades stories with Jason Bateman, who’s impeccably dressed in a black tee and Cubs hat.
David’s laugh is a deep, rumbling thing, and he’s got this dad-like warmth that you admire from his role on Stranger Things, his kindness almost tempting you enough to ask him about the next season.
Jason, meanwhile, is all dry humor and wit, his sharp blue eyes scanning the field as he quips, “If I’d known we’d be this close to the action, I would have brought my catchers mit.”
They’re all so down-to-earth, these larger-than-life men who could command any room but choose instead to blend into the chaos of the ballpark, just like any other group of guys enjoying a sunny afternoon.
The game kicks off with a roar from the crowd, and Austin stands, his hands stuffed anxiously in his pockets, cheering reservedly as the Cubs take the field.
He’s shy about being in such a large crowd , his shoulders hunching slightly, but his eyes light up, wide and bright, taking in the vibrant green field, the players practicing swings just infront of him.
When the organ starts playing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame”, he sways a little, singing softly, his voice a low and melodic blending in. You join him, and he glances at you, his grin widening, a spark of pure joy in his expression. You lean close so he can hear you over the noise, your elbow nudging his shoulder.
“Having fun Austin?” you tease.
“More than I thought I would,” he admits, his gaze sweeping the stadium before settling on you.
The moment is perfect and Austin, in a rare display of public affection, shifts closer slipping his arm around your shoulder, his touch warm and heartfelt.
For someone as reserved as he’s become, the simple gesture feels monumental as his long fingers slide down to your waist and he gently pulls you into his side.
When you glance at him, his cheeks are flushed a soft pink under the brim of his cap, and his blue eyes are soft and smitten. He leans in, clearly wanting to kiss you, but a sudden wave of shyness pulls him back a bit, and a wide grin spreads across your face.
Austin pauses, his own bashful smile forming on his lips, his eyes laced with affection as he takes in your reaction, completely charmed by you.
Jeremy, catching the moment, leans over with a sly grin. “Smooth Bulter” he teases, his tone pure mischief. David and Jason join in, chuckling, David’s deep laugh rumbling as he adds, “C’mon, man, you’re breaking out hearts out here with all this romantic tension,”
Jason, ever the dry wit, leans back tilting his Cubs hat up slightly as he quips, “Gotta give the man points for effort,—bold move in a full stadium.” and David slaps his knee, laughing.
Their playful ribbing fills the air, the group’s easy chemistry turning the moment into a warm, lighthearted spectacle blending with the stadium’s cheers. You can’t help but grin at their antics, your cheeks warm, your heart swelling at Austin’s shy courage.
Austin plays it off interlacing his fingers with yours his bashfulness eating him alive as he leans in to whisper. “You okay?” his voice soft, checking in like he always does.
“More than okay,” you whisper back, still grinning, and he smiles, that quiet, smitten smile that’s just for you.
When the game ends with the Cubs winning against the Rockies 3-1, you and Austin leave with the other VIPs long before the crowd spills out. After a day of cheering and reveling under the Chicago sun, you and Austin are both drained but happy.
Back at the hotel, a sleek suite at the Peninsula with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, you’re both too tired to do anything but collapse.
Austin flops onto the king-sized bed, sprawling on his stomach, his cap tossed aside, his sandy blond hair a mess. “I’m dead,” he groans, his voice muffled by the pillow.
“Poor baby,” you tease, climbing onto the bed. You straddle his lower back, your hands caressing over the tense muscles of his shoulders and he sighs under your touch, his body relaxing as you work out the stress from a long day.
“Mmm, you’re so good to me,” he murmurs, turning his head to peek at you, his eyes heavy-lidded but warm with affection.
He reaches back, guiding you down gently until you’re lying beside him. He props himself up on one elbow as he looks at you, his gaze tracing your face. “I really wanted to kiss you out there,” he confesses, his voice soft with emotion.
“I know,” you respond, brushing your fingers gently along his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. “You can kiss me in here,” you smile, and he grins in return, his blue eyes twinkling with adoration as he leans in and kisses you, slow and deep, his hand cradling your jaw.
You kiss him back, your fingers trailing through his sandy brown hair, and he shifts closer, his touches growing more insistent. His lips move against yours with a quiet hunger, and when he pulls back just enough to speak, his breath is warm against your skin.
“Kissing in here is so much better,” he smiles, his thumb stroking your cheek.
“Why because you don’t have an audience,” you grin cheekily, your eyes mischievous.
“No because I can do more than kissing,” he replies, his voice a promise, as his fingers slip down the straps of your top, sliding it off with a gentleness that makes you kiss him again.
You surrender to him, helping as he unbuttons your jeans, easing them down your legs with care, leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties. His eyes, are soft and reverent as he takes you in. “So beautiful,” he whispers leaning in his voice low and sincere against your ear.
He sits up slightly, sliding off his blue button up then his white tee to reveal the lean, toned planes of his chest, the soft light catching the contours of his muscles. His cargo pants follow as he kicks them off leaving him in gray boxers, his movements unhurried and purposeful.
He leans over you, his lips finding yours again, kissing you with a passion that’s both gentle and consuming. His hands roam softly, tracing the curve of your waist, his touch warm and worshipful. “You’re so special to me,” he whispers against your lips, his voice heavy with emotion as he moves to kiss along your jaw, and down the column of your neck.
His fingers unclasp your bra sliding it away, and he presses soft kisses to your collarbone, his breaths hot against your skin. His lips trail lower, brushing over the swell of your breasts, each kiss intensified, his hands cradling your sides as he whispers, “I can’t wait to feel you,” his voice a soft vow.
His hand drifts lower, knuckles brushing over the fabric of your panties, a slow, deliberate touch that sends a shiver through you.
He strokes the lips up and down through the thin material, his movements gentle but teasing, his eyes locked on yours, watching your reactions with a mix of adoration and desire.
“It feels so good Austin,” you whisper, your voice a shaky hush as your hands lower to your hips. You help him as he pulls your panties off, both of you staring as he spreads you gently, his fingers slick, his touch careful but confident as you gasp at the soft intimacy.
He lingers there, his fingers trailing slow, strokes up and down, his lips finding yours again in a deep, languid kiss. His breaths mingle with yours as he presses soft kisses to your cheek, your jaw, your lips, building the anticipation with every touch.
He shifts, positioning himself above you, his body warm and solid, his eyes never leaving yours as he pulls his boxers down, his hard cock sliding out as you both watch.
He rubs the tip gently against you, teasing your slickness, his mouth parting in a quiet gasp as he savors the pleasure of it. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice raw with emotion, and then he pushes forward, sinking all the way in, your mouth opening in bliss as your eyes lock in a shared moment of ecstasy.
He kisses you slowly, his lips moving with yours as he pulls your leg over his hip, pressing closer. His movements are steady, passionate, each thrust gentle but deep, his hands cradling your body like you’re something precious.
“So perfect for me,” he whispers kissing you softly, then more urgently, his praises a constant thread as he moves faster—“You’re everything,” “I’m so lucky,”—he whispers against your skin as he moves with you.
His breaths grow heavier with his eyes locked on yours, filled with a vulnerability that makes your heart ache. He cups your face, his thumb brushing your cheek, “I’m getting close baby,” he whispers his voice shaky with emotion, his softness just for you.
The intimacy of his words, the way he bares himself, pushes you closer to the edge. You feel the tension building in your body, responding to his every touch, his every breath. As he moves he satisfies you so well with each thrust, that you begin to orgasm, your moans breaking off in soft, shuddering waves, raw and unrestrained.
The pleasure crashes over you, overwhelming, your gasps mingling with his as your body trembles beneath him, every sensation heightened by the way he knows you, loves you, bringing you to the peak of pleasure with such care and devotion.
He moans with you, his thrusts growing messier, more desperate, his hips grinding against you as he chases his release. His sounds are deep and pleasurable, his low groans vibrating against your skin, and you feel the force of him as he climaxes, his movements relentless yet tender, drawing out your pleasure as he surrenders to his own. He begins to come with a shudder, his breath hitching, his body tensing as he holds you close, his lips pressing onto yours in a desperate final kiss.
You lay together, panting, your bodies still entangled, the afterglow wrapping you in warmth. His head rests against yours, his breaths uneven, his hand gently stroking your hair as he whispers, “You’re my everything,” his voice soft and sated.
You smile, your hands reaching up, thumbs stroking his temples as his eyes flutter shut. “I’ll never stop loving you like this,” you promise your voice a soft whisper, filled with devotion.
The city of Chicago sounds softly beyond the windows, but in this moment, it’s just you and Austin, your bodies intertwined, his love a vow in every touch, every kiss, and every breath, holding you close to him with care.
Summary Austin’s eye catching ensemble is so distracting it brings you to your knees.
❤️🔥Passionate Smut ❤️🔥 Austin in work mode• teasing • flirty •romantic• eye catching imprint• bj in the green room • semi public • size kink •cum eating/swallowing• orgasm denial • kiss it better •oral of fem against a wall • p in v against a wall• orgasms •cream pie • after care
The Cannes Film Festival is a two day whirlwind of glamour and chaos, and you’re right in the middle of it.
You’ve been by Austin’s side through the frenzy of his Eddington’s premiere, watching him navigate the spotlight with that effortless charm that makes your heart race.
Now the following day in true Cannes fashion, it’s the daytime photo call.
In the hotel room, you slip into a chic outfit: a low-cut white halter top, tucked into a high-waisted tan skirt, cinched with a slim leather belt. You complete the look with a delicate charm bracelet, and a dainty gold chain, and your black Yves Saint Laurent sunglasses.
It’s Cannes so you want to look polished but not overdone, blending into the sophistication with ease.
Austin is styled wearing a black dress shirt, sleeves rolled up unbuttoned, and expensive beige slacks—loose-fitting, yet tailored so perfectly they hug his waist accentuating every line of his body.
He turns toward the mirror, checking his side profile—and that’s when you see it.
The fabric clings to the outline of his cock, so prominent it’s practically obscene, heavy and hanging, shifting with every slight movement.
His eyes find yours in the mirror, and he smiles at you affectionately and you smile back a little dazed just as his publicist steps in to speak with him.
No one else seems to notice, but you can’t stop staring now, and you’re consumed with the thought of whether his styling might be just a bit too exposed as you all head out the door.
The elevator ride to the basement is quiet as his bodyguard and publicist stand on either side. Austin slowly pulls you to him by your waist, his nerves rising, and touching you always helps him refocus. He grins down at you, his blue eyes calming your own anxiety in the middle of the frenzy, and his familiar cologne is divine—warm, clean, unmistakably him.
“You look so good,” he compliments, his eyes dipping to your chest before meeting yours with a heat flickering in them. His finger playfully traces the hem of your top, tugging lightly. “I like this on you,” he says, his voice low and suggestive
“Austin,” you giggle softly, seeing the desire in his eyes making a flutter rise in your chest. ‘Be good,’ you mouth, and he just slyly grins as the elevator doors slide open.
You step out into the hotel’s long service tunnel, the blue floor stretching ahead to the far end where a sleek black SUV is waiting to take you to the photo call at the marina.
The tunnel is lined with fans and photographers and Austin graciously pauses to take photos, and sign a few autographs.
His strides are confident, bold and those slacks—God, they’re lethal. You walk beside him, trying to keep up as your eyes keep lowering to his crotch.
Austin’s cock subtly swings with every step, the fabric outlining his movement, and at the end of the tunnel he glances down, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he notices.
He slips his hand into his pocket to adjust himself trying to shift the fabric modestly, but it only draws your attention more, the motion making the outline even clearer, and you bite your lip.
He’s fully showing now, and worse, you want to help him with it…help him in ways that are anything but modest.
He catches you staring and smirks, that knowing glint flashing in his blue eyes.
“Something distracting you, baby?” he teases, his voice low and warm as he slips on his Article One x Mission Workshop sunglasses, the amber-tinted frames catching the bright sun light exiting the tunnel.
“Austin… your pants,” you blush. “There’s…a lot showing.” You admit, breathier than intended the sight consuming your thoughts.
He leans in closer his lips brushing your ear as you reach the SUV. “Yeah? We’ll have to deal with it later then,” he grins, and the way his hand subtly grabs your ass as he helps you climb in tells you he’s thinking the exact same filthy thoughts you are.
At the photo call, the energy is full of excitement, the sunlight glints off the ocean in the distance, the marina is alive with voices, cameras, and the soft sea breeze.
You wait just beyond the ropes watching with excitement as Austin greets his costars. He walks right up to hug Pedro Pascal who’s in a black sleeveless tee, all easy grins and toned arms, pulling Austin into a friendly hug.
Emma Stone is radiant in a black dress with white accents, standing next to Joaquin Phoenix, who’s brooding in a white tee. Boyd Holbrook and Scoot McNairy, the other Eddington stars, round out the group, all six of them a vision of star power.
As they pose Austin’s slacks still draw your eye, the fabric shifting as he moves, and you’re practically brimming with want, standing off to the side, trying not to look like you’re losing your mind.
You’re supposed to be the supportive girlfriend, cheering him on, but every time he adjusts his stance, you imagine the weight of him, the veins, the taste.
When the photo call ends, you follow Austin and his costars into the Palais des Festivals et des Congrès for the panel discussion, your body slightly hotter than usual due to Austin’s undeniable allure and the Mediterranean sun.
In his private green room, the air conditioning is a welcome relief as you wait for the panel to start. A makeup artist dusts Austin’s face and fixes his hair, while his publicist briefs him that he has fifteen minutes until he’s called onstage.
A TV on the wall plays Cannes Film Festival promos, and a table holds an assortment of his favorite snacks, almonds, strawberries, and dark chocolate.
When the team slips out, Austin grabs a bottle of chilled water and unbuttons his collar from the Cannes heat, his slacks still doing unspeakable things to your sanity.
You can’t take it anymore and with the door right there, you stride over locking it with a decisive click.
Austin grins, setting his water down. “Right here?” he asks, the smirk on his lips showing he knows exactly what your thinking.
You cross the room, heart pounding as you stop in front of him. “Yes, right here,” you say, your voice hushed with need. “Those fucking pants are showing everything, Austin.”
His blue eyes darken as he adjusts his stance, making the outline of his cock even more pronounced. “That bad, huh?” he drawls his voice low and teasing.
You’re already tying your hair up and he groans softly, the sound sending a jolt through you.
“Fuck, you’re gonna do it,” he says, and you step closer kissing his neck, your hand rubbing his crotch, feeling him harden beneath your touch as he pleasurably sighs.
His height and presence are overwhelming as you feel him start to unravel from your touch. “Get on your knees for me,” he commands, his voice low and laced with affection as his thumb brushes your cheek.
You lower instantly, knees hitting the carpet, mouth watering as he unbuttons his slacks and when he pulls himself free, you nearly whimper.
His cock is everything you’ve been obsessing over long, thick, heavy, veins pulsing under smooth skin, the head flushed a deep pink.
You reach up, carefully wrapping your hand around the base, and you’re mesmerized by the weight, the length, the sheer size of him.
“Baby we gotta be quick.” he says, his voice hushed and desperate.
“Okay,” You whisper and lean in, your lips parting, as you take him into your mouth. He’s warm and heavy, the slightly salty taste of him intoxicating.
You start slow, tongue tracing a thick vein along the underside, feeling it pulse as he groans, low and guttural, the sound making you throb, your panties already soaking through.
As you begin to suck him off you’re so turned on it’s almost painful, and your hand drifts between your thighs, slipping into your panties, fingering yourself as your hips rock slightly, chasing relief.
“Baby…focus,” he breathes, noticing you distracted and you whine around him but you obey, pulling your hand away to double your efforts on him.
You suck harder, hollowing your cheeks, taking him deeper until he hits the back of your throat. You gag, eyes watering as you gaze up at him, but you don’t pull back, you want to feel every inch, every vein.
Your throat tightens, but you push through, moaning as your tongue memorizes the shape of him, the way he fills your mouth so completely.
“Baby, fuck,” he gasps, his large hand sliding along your throat, his fingers stroking gently as he guides you. “Take it deeper… you can do it…—fuck… fuckthat’s it—that’s my girl.” He praises, his voice filled with satisfaction, and you enjoy it, whimpering as you struggle to fit more.
His thumb brushes your cheek as he starts meeting your mouth with shallow thrusts. “You’re doing …so fucking good.” He says on each one.
You’re lost in him, in the weight, the taste, the feel of every vein against your tongue. You can barely fit him, but you try, gagging again, your moans vibrating around him.
He groans, hips twitching, and you feel him throb harder, the pulse intoxicating.
“You’re ..gonna make me come…if you keep keep that up,” he says, his voice tight, and you nod as best you can, desperate to please him.
You’re so turned on it’s unbearable, your core clenching with every sound he makes, every time his cock throbs aching to have him inside you.
“Gonna come,” he warns, his grip tightening in your hair. “You want it?…Want me to fill that pretty mouth?”
You moan, nodding, and he groans your name, hand cupping your face as he comes. It’s overwhelming, hot and thick, spilling down your throat and you swallow every drop as he watches, his blue eyes dark with awe and desire.
You pull back, gasping, lips swollen, throat raw, but you feel triumphant as you watch him trying to catch his breath.
He tucks himself back into his slacks, then immediately pulls you to your feet. He kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue.
“You’re so fucking incredible,” he whispers, against your lips as his hands roaming your body. “You’re gonna have to wait ‘til after for your turn.”he breathes.
You grin against his lips, still throbbing, but you nod, “I can wait, “you whisper knowing he’ll make it more than worth your while.
He reluctantly lets you pull away and you head to the mirror, fixing your hair and wiping your lips to reapply your lip gloss. His eyes are on you the entire time wandering with intent until there’s a knock at the door and he smirks, unlocking it. “Let’s get through this panel baby,” he says ,his voice low. “I can’t wait take care of you.”
You’re seated in the theater of the Palais des Festivals et des Congrès with a few other guests of the Eddington stars, waiting as the crowd fills in.
The air is filled with anticipation, and when Austin and his costars, Pedro Pascal, Emma Stone, Joaquin Phoenix, Boyd Holbrook, and Scoot McNairy, enter to applause, your heart skips.
They take their seats on the stage, and Austin looks effortlessly magnetic in his black dress shirt, one button undone, those tailored slacks still accentuating every line of his body.
His cheeks are tinged pink, his expressions carefree, a relaxed lightness in his demeanor that makes you smile.
During the panel, Austin is lighthearted, answering questions with charm. When asked about his character Vernon versus his costars, he leans into the mic, grinning. “Ari told me to make Vernon the embodiment of the internet, and I just ran with it” he says, earning laughs.
“But honestly, with this cast? They have all been a joy to work with.” He admits, his genuine happiness shining through with a swell of pride.
The panel stretches on, and Austin is half-engaged, joking with Pedro and Emma, until an audience member accidentally spoils the ending of The Last of Us, startling Pedro.
Austin’s face lights up in amused shock, eyes wide as the crowd playfully boos the spoiler. He laughs, shaking his head, then makes eyes at you in the audience, a playful glint in his gaze.
When an Elvis question comes up, he answers playfully before turning the mic away, and you can tell he’s clearly distracted now. His eyes keep finding you, and you can tell his thoughts are now on you entirely.
When the panel ends to applause, the cast exits, and you make your way to the green room.
Austin finds you there with his security, and he takes your hand in his, fingers intertwining as he gives a nod to his team and you leave the Palais des Festivals et des Congrès together.
The ride back to the hotel is intimate, his hand resting on your thigh, his thumb brushing slow, affectionate circles. You lean your head on his shoulder, and he gently tilts your face closer, his fingers cradling your jaw as he presses a soft kiss to your temple.
“Having you here with me has been amazing baby,” he says, his voice low and tender, “I love you being by my side.” He admits his lips lingering as you feel the sincerity in his words.
“Im glad you brought me,“ You smile, placing your hand on his feeling your heart swells as he nestles closer.
When you enter your hotel room and the door clicks shut, you kick off your sandals intending to head to the shower, but Austin playfully pulls you back to him by your wrist.
“Austin—” you smile, and his eyes darken as he lures you closer.
“Where do you think you’re going,” he says his voice smooth as he backs you against the bedroom wall with a gentle but firm press of his body.
“Been thinking about what I want to do to you all panel,” he confesses, his voice low and dangerous and his lips brush yours as he kisses you deeply, his mouth trailing down your jaw, your neck, sucking softly as you sigh. “You have no idea how badly I want you right now do you?” he whispers.
You gasp, hands clutching his shirt as his fingers slips between your legs, rubbing over your panties, feeling the heat there. “You’re still wet for me, aren’t you,” he asks, pulling your high-waisted skirt up, bunching it at your hips.
“Yes,” you breathe, voice trembling with need, and he kneels down, kissing up your thighs, his breath warm against your skin. “I still owe you from earlier,” he says, looking up at you, his eyes full of adoration as his lips brush higher, and you shudder, already aching for him.
His fingers tease the edge of your panties, before thoroughly pressing against your clit and your back arches off the wall, a soft moan escaping you.
He’s intentional and careful as he pulls your panties down, admiring the soaked fabric with a low groan.
“You’re so patient waiting for me like this,” he says, his voice filled with admiration as he places a kiss on each of your thighs, keeping your skirt bunched at the waist. “Tell me how good it feels when I please you baby,” he says, looking up into your eyes.
You nod, breathless, gazing down at him and he brings his mouth to your center. His tongue slides out, slowly teasing you as his mouth latches gently. He swirls his tongue with deliberate care, and you try to grip the wall, your hips trembling, fighting not to press against his face. He hums softly, the vibration sending a shiver through you and his lips brush your clit with gentle, featherlight kisses, until you whimper, craving more, but he pulls back.
You exhale loudly your body aching with need and his long, slender fingers slowly push inside of you, reaching a depth that makes you tighten around them as you gasp. He glides them in and out so slowly that the torturous pleasure makes you squirm, and he watches you, his blue eyes filled with want.
Those sinful slacks still cling to him, and you can already see just how hard he is, the outline of his cock makeing your core throb from the sight.
He brings a hand down to stroke himself as he fingers you. “Why so quiet, baby?” he teases, his voice low and playful, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Not feeling good enough for me to hear you yet?”
“F-feels so good,” you whimper, and he smirks, pumping his fingers faster, steadily building up your pleasure. “Not yet, baby,” he says softly.
He lifts your blouse with his other hand, passionately kissing along your stomach as his fingers find the spot inside that makes you clench hard, a sharp breath escaping as you clutch his sandy brown hair.
“Right there, huh?” he says, his voice low and encouraging. You nod desperately, and he lowers his face between your legs again, his mouth working your clit with slow, deliberate flicks of his tongue as his fingers thrust deeper, hitting that spot.
You whimper and moan, gripping his hair to stay sane as your clit throbs and your walls pulse around his fingers. He goes faster, his tongue pressing harder against your clit, and you moan louder, holding his head against you, loving in the way he’s devouring you.
He pulls back slightly, bringing his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles just so he can watch you as your body tenses. Then just as you begin to orgasm his mouth returns, sucking your clit with fervent intensity, sending waves of pleasure crashing through so intense your mind blanks from the sensation.
Your moans are shaky breathless sobs
as you come down, until slowly he pulls back slipping his fingers out of you.
He stands up and you watch in awe as he unbuttons his dress shirt exposing his toned torso, then he undoes his slacks, his cock sliding free, long and hard, throbbing in his hand.
He holds it, before teasing you, slipping the tip between your thighs and brushing it against your entrance making your core throb at the sensation. “Your aching for it aren’t you?” he asks, his voice husky, eyes locked on yours.
“Yes, Austin,” you breathe, your voice shaky with pleasure, and he pulls your top off, smiling as his hands go to your waist, unlooping your skirt’s belt and pulling it down, letting you step out of the fabric.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he praises, his hands gripping your hips as he presses himself closer.
He lifts one of your legs, hooking it around his waist, as he presses his chest to yours, pinning you against the wall. “I know how much you want it, baby, you waited so patiently for me through that panel,” he says, and he pushes in slowly, just the head, letting you adjust to his size and your wetness pulls him in as he groans,staring into your eyes.
“Fuck, you feel how you take me,” he breathes as he slides in deeper, inch by inch, until he’s fully inside, and the stretch makes you gasp as he starts to thrust, slow and passionate, holding you against the wall.
Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he moves, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you. “You wanted me like this all day…since the tunnel haven’t you,” he breathes, his voice filled with lust as he kisses you deeply.
“Yes“ you gasp, against his mouth, the relief overwhelming after waiting so long as you begin to moan in pleasure.
He picks up the pace, his hips clapping between yours as his rhythm fills the room.
“Love how patient you are for me” he breathes, kissing down your neck, then back to your lips, swallowing your desperate sounds as they escape.
His thrusts grow harder, deeper, and you cling to him, your body trembling as another orgasm builds.
“I want you to come for me,” he says, his hand slipping down to rub your clit as his strong, solid frame thrusts you against the wall, your pussy throbbing as he grips your thigh, pounding into you so fast it jolts you.
“Austin yes…” you gasp“ please don’t stop”
His fingers stoke your clit faster as he hits the spot again and again, and your moans start to rise as the pleasure takes over.
“Let go for me, baby,” he whispers, his eyes adoring you, his words, his touch, and the way he fills you is too much, and you cry out, your walls clenching around him as you come.
He groans, feeling you flutter against his cock, and pushes even deeper, his thrusts slowing as he spills inside you, his forehead resting against yours.
“Love you so much,” he whispers, kissing you softly, and he holds you close as you both come down together, your breaths slowing as his hand affectionately traces along your side.
He pulls out carefully, helping you steady yourself as he lowers your leg, and you look up at him in a blissful daze.
“That makes us …more than even,” you grin, your voice breathless and dreamy.
He grins in return as his eyes light up with warmth, “Let’s shower together then,” he says, and you smile as he leads you toward the bathroom, his arm securely around your waist.
He turns on the water, the sound of it cascading against the glass filling the space, and when the steam begins to rise, he steps in first, offering a hand to help you inside.
The warm water washes over you both, soothing your skin, and he pulls you close, your bodies pressed together under the shower.
“Feel good?” he asks, his voice low and tender, his hands sliding up your back, slick with water.
“Everything with you feels good” you admit and he grins leaning in to kiss you. His hands roam, one cradling your neck, the other tracing your spine, fingers grazing the small of your back.
“I’m so glad you’re here with me,” he confesses his blue eyes filled with admiration as he lowers his head kissing the side of your neck.
“Cannes has been so fun with you,” he adds, his voice sincere, lips grazing your skin as his strong arms wrap around you.
You tilt your head to look up into his eyes. “Cannes was fun… but I miss home,” you say softly, and he smiles, kissing your forehead, his hand lingering on your cheek.
“Me too, baby,” he says, his voice warm and reassuring. “This is our last night here, then we’re heading to LA tomorrow. Just you and me, in our own space.” He confirms and his eyes hold a promise of comfort that makes you lean into his touch, the thought of returning home with him after Cannes sounding like the most relaxing thing in the world.
Summary Watching Austin care for he bike so thoroughly makes you want his hands all to yourself.
💝Romantic Smut💝 Austin Butler domestic • aims to please • being carried • edging •teasing •fingering• sweet talk• dirty talk• praising • size kink • p in v • orgasms •cream pie •aftercare
🔗 Master List ✨ Multiple inspo (while waiting for Cannes & Caught Stealing 🤩)
Attention to Detail
The Los Angeles sun spills golden light over the hillside, bathing Austin’s sprawling home in a warm, hazy glow. The house is a modern masterpiece of high glass walls, clean lines, and a wraparound deck that overlooks the downtown cityscape.
Inside, it’s all soft textures and earthy tones, a reflection of Austin’s grounded charm. You’ve lived together for months in blissful harmony, and each day feels like a dream you never want to wake from.
The glass walls of the living room frame the sprawling city below as you pour a glass of iced tea, but your eyes are fixated on something far more captivating.
Austin is out on the driveway, crouched beside his Harley, a vision of effortless allure in a fitted white T-shirt, faded blue jeans, and scuffed black work boots.
His sandy blonde hair catches the sunlight, gently tousled from the breeze, and his blue eyes are focused and sharp as he works.
You go to get a better view leaning against the front door frame, swirling the glass of iced tea in your hand.
You watch him polish the black chrome of his bike, his hands, calloused and sure, gliding over the metal with care, wiping down every curve, every edge.
The rag in his grip moves slow and methodical along the body, and you can’t help but think of how those same hands touch you, always knowing exactly where to linger.
“Enjoying the view?” Austin teases, pulling you from your thoughts as he glances up, and as his ocean-blue eyes lock onto yours, the soft smile playing on his lips makes him even more irresistible.
You smirk, taking a slow sip of your tea, gazing at him over the rim of the glass. “You make working on that bike look so… passionate.” you tease.
He chuckles, the sound warm and rich, and he stands, stretching his arms above his head, his white tee riding up, to reveal a sliver of tanned, toned abs.
“Gotta take care of my girl,” he says, patting the bike’s seat, but his eyes stay on you, playful and knowing.
“Lucky bike,” you reply, setting your glass down on the entryway table. You cross the driveway to him, your bare feet soft against the warm pavement.
Austin watches, mesmerized, as you approach, his gaze darkening as he takes in the way your sundress hugs your curves, the hem swaying at your thighs.
“It makes me wonder,” you say, stopping just within reach gazing up at him, “What I need to do to get attention like that.”
His eyes are all heat as he tosses the rag onto the bike’s seat, closing the distance between you. His hands find your waist, pulling you against him, and you feel the hard planes of his body through the thin fabric of your dress.
“You have all my attention,” he whispers, his lips brushing yours, and kisses you, soft and slow, tasting of sunshine and mint. You loop your arms around his neck, melting into him as your mouths move together.
His strong hands slide up your sides, thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts, and you pleasurably sigh against his lips. “Austin,” you whisper, pulling back, your voice filled with desire, “take me inside.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice and in one fluid motion, he pulls you up into his strong arms, gripping your legs firm as they wrap around his waist and he carries you through the front door.
He takes one hand, pushing it shut and your lips meet again, passionate and desperate, your tongues teasing together.
His hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer, and you can feel the hard ridge of his erection through his jeans pressing hagainst you with every step.
You don’t make it far before Austin gently backs you against the living room wall, the cool plaster a stark contrast to the heat of his body.
He sets you down, pulling back just enough to yank his T-shirt over his head, revealing the tanned, chiseled lines of his torso.
His pecs are well defined, and his abs are sculpted ridges leading down to the v-line of his hips.
You trace your fingers over his skin, marveling at his strength as your eyes fill with want.
“Austin, you have no idea what you do to me,” you confess, your voice breathy as he leans over you, one arm braced against the wall above your head.
“Oh, I know,” he says, as his other hand slips under the hem of your dress, fingers brushing the fabric of your panties and you gasp, arching into his touch. He smiles, slow and sure, his voice all desire. “You want me to take care of you, don’t you baby?” he asks, already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” you breathe, your head tipping back as his fingers tease you, circling your clit through the fabric. The tantalizing pleasure builds fast, and you clutch his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Austin, please…”
He hums low in his throat, his lips claiming yours again as he pushes your panties aside.
His fingers slide through your slick heat, and you moan into his mouth as he pushes them inside you, thrusting until your hips rock against his hand.
He’s relentless, stroking you with the same care he gave his bike, every touch precise, every movement designed to give you satisfaction.
The wet sounds of his fingers working between you grows louder, slick and obscene, and he thrusts them just right, pressing against a spot that makes your vision blur as your breath hitches.
“Yes… right there, Austin,” you gasp against his lips, your moans rising as the pleasure coils tighter. His fingers thrust deeper, more focused, and his palm grinds against your clit as your orgasm overtakes you, sudden and intense with a muffled cry against his mouth.
He groans, feeling you flutter around his fingers, your release unmistakable as you come apart in his hand. He withdraws his finders slowly, bringing them to his mouth and he sucks them clean with a low hum of approval, his gaze locked on yours as you as you come down, breathless and trembling.
Your hands fumble with his tack button, tugging at the zipper until it gives way, and he kicks off his boots and jeans, leaving him in tight boxers that do little to hide his impressive length.
You palm him through the fabric, and he groans, hips jerking forward. “Fuck, you make me so hard,” he breathes, his voice strained and low.
“Show me,” you plead, your eyes locked on his knowing exactly what he needs.
He doesn’t hesitate lifting you again and he carries you to the large sectional couch, placing you down with ease.
You slide your panties off, tossing them aside and he pulls down the waistband of his boxers. His cock slides free, thick, veined and heavy, the sight sending a jolt of overwhelming desire through you as you lay back, your heart pounding in anticipation.
He mounts you with his strong, powerful thighs, and you feel the hot, rigid length of his cock press against you as he pauses, his eyes searching yours.
“You’re so perfect for me” he rasps, his gaze dropping to how slick and ready you are for him.
“Austin, yes,” you answer, wrapping your legs around him. “Please I need you.”
With a groan, he thrusts into you, filling you completely, the stretch immensely pleasurable, as you cry out, your hands gripping his firm biceps as he sets a slow, deep rhythm.
His arm braces above you, his muscles flexing, as his other hand grips your hip, holding you to place to meet his thrusts. The couch creaks with every movement, but you don’t care—you’re lost in him, in the way he feels, the way he makes you entirely his.
“You feel …so good, baby,” he praises, his voice low and reverent as your eyes meet, and you see those piercing blue depths darken with desire.
His hand slides down to your thigh, firm and possessive, as his hips move in perfect rhythm, every thrust dragging a moan from your lips, feeling the friction of his cock becoming unbearable in the best way.
Your hands slide over his shoulders, clinging to him as he brushes his nose along your cheek listening to your satisfying moans against his ear.
“Austin I’m so close,” you gasp, your climax rising fast feeling his pelvis rolls tight against yours hitting just right with unrelenting precision.
“Let me feel you come,” he breathes, increasing his pace thrusting harder as his fingers find your clit, circling in time with his hips.
You moan uncontrollably, the pleasure immeasurable as he drives into you, the strength of his body claiming yours with every thrust.
His muscles flex hard against you until you begin to orgasm, your body trembling as cry out his name feeling waves of ecstasy crash through you.
He feels you come and he groans deep in his chest, his body a vision of strength as he surrenders to pleasure. His abs pull tight, his powerful thighs flexing as he drives into you with ruthless precision chasing his release.
You moan, nails raking down his back, and he grunts softly his cock pulsing inside of you as he rests his forehead against yours.
“Fuck, I love you,” he whispers, his lips brushing against yours as he starts to come, his moans breaking as his release spills deep inside of you.
“I-I love you too,” you breathe, your heart pounding as he gently thrusts into you, keeping you right there with him.
As his pace slows and his breaths even out, his hands slowly slide down your body with care, his touch gentle and grounding.
You place your hands on his neck, drawing him close as you gaze into his soft blue eyes. “You take such good care of me Austin,” you praise, your voice full of satisfaction as your fingers slide through his hair, pulling him in for another kiss.
He smiles against your lips, slow and easy. “I always take care of my girl,” he promises, knowing that this is just the start of your day together.
a/n. ignore any spelling mistakes. my brain is fried today <33
He’s so incredibly sweet and gentle, and whenever he’s around you, his eyes get a little softer and his drawl becomes slower. He listens intently when you talk, no matter what you're saying, his eyes locked on your face, head tilted slightly. You could be telling a story or complaining about something tiny, and he’d always listen.
He’s so the type to tuck your hair back mid-conversation if it falls in your face or to kiss you on the head when you’re doing something mundane around the house. Just little domestic things that are so much sweeter than they seem
He’s constantly singing or humming to himself, and more often than not, you’ll catch him humming little melodies while he’s doing something. You never bring it up or comment on it, afraid he’ll stop if you do, but you’ll always stop and listen.
Mornings with him are nothing short of lazy, all soft sweaters, sleepy smiles, and lazy conversation. He’ll get up to make you coffee and breakfast before slipping back into bed with you so you can both enjoy a few moments of peace before facing the chaos of his career.
Date nights tend to consist of watching movies—sometimes it’s movie marathons, other times it’s just crappy films with no true plot. Either way, it's your guys’ thing and is almost always followed up with long discussions about actors and actresses as the credits roll.
If you fall asleep on his shoulder mid-movie, he won't wake you up. He’ll simply pull you close and continue watching like it’s nothing before carrying you off to bed.
Austin is incredibly calm and composed most of the time, maintaining a polite front, but if someone were to overstep the line, he’s got no problem stepping up for you. He’ll set things straight, his tone firm, and it becomes clear very quickly who not to mess with.
He’s always checking on you, especially if you’re both at a big event, just to make sure you’re not overwhelmed. “You okay, baby?” with a hand resting on your lower back.
He won’t ever post your relationship tones online, maybe the odd photo here or there, and he never rants about you endlessly in interviews. You’re a part of his private life, and he likes to keep it that way. However, you are his phone wallpaper, and he’s always taking little candid shots of you without you realising.
Some nights, the two of you will stay up until the early hours of the morning, talking about anything and everything. Sometimes the conversations get deep; sometimes they’re about as irrelevant as any conversation can be. He just loves hearing you talk.
During arguments, he tries to remain patient, never raising his voice at you. Some arguments are quiet and measured but just as emotional and tense. If you were to hit a nerve, he’ll turn serious quickly, and his words cut just as deep as they would if he were to scream.
He won’t ever explode during at; he'll simply just walk away to give you both air, only coming back once the tension has eased and he doesn’t feel like he’s going to implode at any given moment.
Makeups are incredibly soft and honest. He’s a firm believer of not going to bed angry, and any disagreement will be sorted a few hours after, at most.
He’ll hold your face in his hands, mumbling apologies and peppering your skin with feather-light kisses.
When it comes to PDA, he tries to keep things low-key, especially in public with paparazzi swarming about like flies. Hands brushing, holding you by the waist, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.
One of his favourite things to do is rest his hand on the back of your neck. It’s both a grounding and protective thing, a way to reassure himself that he knows where you are.
He tends to kiss you regardless of whether there are cameras around or not; little pecks to the forehead, hands, and cheeks. He doesn’t care. It isn’t about showing off; it's about making sure you know he loves you.
Summary You love the sound of Austin’s voice ( especially in pleasure) so when he suggests making an intimate tape together, you can hardly contain yourself.
❤️🔥Passtionate Smut ❤️🔥 Austin all for you • affectionate •observant • voice kink • plans everything • lap sitting• sex on tape • nipple play • clit play • groping• fingering • sweet talk • dirty talk • missionary • doggy• size kink• orgasm denial • multiple orgasms • simultaneous orgasms• cream pie •aftercare
📖 Proofreader @purejasmine 🔗Masterlist ✨Inspo by request from the lovely @mickeymooooo 💝
The Tape
Austin’s voice is already your weakness.
The way he says your name, the deep playfulness of it when he’s teasing you, it’s enough to make you come undone before he even touches you.
You love when he begins sending you voice notes, soft at first, him telling you he misses you, how he can’t wait to see you.
He catches on quickly to the way you like hearing his voice, the way your responses get shorter and breathier when he says things a little slower, a little deeper.
He starts pushing, testing, drawing you in seeing how far he can take it, until one night, his voice note comes in entirely different than the others.
“I was thinking about you,” he says, his voice deep with something darker something heavier, then there’s a pause, a hitch in his breathing . “But you’re not here to take care of it.” He confesses.
Your whole body locks up as you listen to the sounds of him pleasuring himself. His pace, the way he struggles to keep his voice steady as he says your name between ragged breaths.
Your body craves every minute of listening to him pleasing himself, but what really does you in is the sound he makes when he finally comes. His soft little pants and whimpers before he deeply moans your name in pleasure.
That sound completely wrecks you.
When you tell him how much you love it he immediately confesses he wants to make a sex tape with you, one that you can use to hear and watch him make those sounds forever, and you almost lose it.
“Are you serious?” You ask breathless trying to sound normal with your voice already betraying you.
His smirk is practically audible. “Yes just for you.” He confirms
You bite your lip wanting to know exactly what he’s planning. “You want to make a sex tape, just so I can hear you moan in my ear?” You ask.
Austin hums, but there’s a hunger behind it. “I want to make a sex tape so you can watch what I do as I moan in your ear.” He confirms.
Your whole body feels like you’ve lost strength as you struggle to regain your thoughts, he’s already got you trapped, his seduction, his promises, locking you in like he always does and you have no desire to escape.
“What if I get shy?” You ask, though you know he would never let that happen.
His voice drops and you swear you can feel his breath against your ear. “Once we start, you won’t even remember the camera is there.” He promises, and the certainty in his voice makes your knees press together.
The night you decide to do it, Austin sets up the camera with precision, adjusting the angle like he’s crafting a masterpiece.
With his intimate knowledge of film from acting, he understands exactly how to create a scene, how to capture not just the moment but the intensity.
He’s thought everything through, the perfect position to showcase every heated motion, the lighting that will cast just the right shadows over your skin, and even the little outfit you’ll wear.
You smile when you see what he’s chosen, a delicate black lingerie set, and as you put on the barely-there lace, you feel seductive and sinful.
The lace panties barely skim your hips, the high socks hugging your thighs tight, and the intricate bra with barely any fabric exposes more than enough skin to make him restless.
You step into the bedroom with a teasing smile on your lips and Austin’s arms are crossed, his eyes dark as they trail over you, his mind already playing out exactly what he wants to do to you.
He’s in black Calvin Klein boxers, already hard for you, and you lick your bottom lip, in anticipation.
Without a camera in sight, you scan the room, wondering where he’s placed it, until his voice pulls you back into the moment.
“Come here, baby,” he says, his tone filled with mischief and something darker. “Let me see you.”
His stare is so direct you lose your thoughts for a second, but as he smiles, clearly loving every moment of this, you can’t help but play into his whims.
You step into the bedroom, the soft light casting a golden glow over your curves.
His grip tightens around his firm biceps as he takes you in. “Fuck, you look so good,” he says, uncrossing his arms to beckon you closer.
He lowers to sit on the edge of the bed in anticipation, and you stand in front of him just close enough to let his fingertips graze the edge of your panties.
“Turn for me,” he says, his eyes fixated as his hands slide over the curves of your ass, squeezing possessively.
He hears you sigh, and he hums in satisfaction turning you around and pulling you down to straddle his lap.
“I want to take my time with tonight ,” he says, softly his blue eyes filled with lust. You nod eagerly and his hands slide up and down your waist before squeezing firmly. He presses his lips to your neck, his mouth hot as he presses kisses against your sensitive skin.
You give in instantly, placing your hands on his shoulders and he brings his face to your chest, breathing you in before licking a slow stripe along the exposed curve of your breast, making you ache inside.
His tongue is soft and teasing, as he looks up at you, and his fingers pull down the front of your bra as he licks each of your nipples entirely.
“You’re so perfect,” he says, his hands sliding lower over your ass, pulling you to lightly grind against his hard aching cock. “You drive me absolutely insane you know that?” he says against your skin.
You whimper, breathless, and kiss him, your body obeying his every command as you grind harder against his cock until he starts to groan, his eyes squeezing shut.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he rasps, his deep, voice sending a shiver through you. He takes your arms and guides you on the bed beneath him, his body pressing you down as his tongue flicks out to meet yours.
He’s eager, greedy, his open-mouthed kisses against yours filled with a hunger that has you gasping, your fingers threading in his hair as you push against him, feeling the hardness of his cock.
His hands grasp and roam your sides, exploring and squeezing until he reaches your hips, pinning them firmly in place.
Your breath catches as he pulls back just enough to look down at you, his eyes dark with intent.
“I want to make you feel so good,” he says, his voice smooth as his hand moves lower, pulling his boxers down with slow, agonizing, precision until his large cock slides free.
You stare at it, mesmerized by how thick and heavy it is, the sight only intensified as he wraps his hand around the shaft, stroking it slowly, each pump making your breath catch.
“Austin,” you whisper, breathless, your voice a plea as your hips shift under him, instinctively begging for his touch.
He smirks as his fingers grip the delicate lace of your bra and unclasp it to expose your flushed skin, and sigh feeling his hands on you again, his palms cupping your breasts as his mouth latches on one, sucking your nipple deeply.
A sharp moan falls from your lips as you arch into him, the wet heat of his mouth sending a rush of pleasure straight through your core.
His tongue flicks against your other nipple, teeth pulling and grazing enough to make your fingers tangle in his hair.
“It feels …so good Austin” you whisper pressing yourself against him, your hips rolling in desperate need of friction, the slick heat between your thighs dragging along his cock, and he groans against your skin, the deep vibration sending another wave of pleasure surging through your core.
“You must be so wet for me,” he says, his hand skimming lower, pressing into the fabric of your panties, his fingers brushing where you’re aching for him the most.
You moan, shifting your hips, silently begging until he finally hooks his fingers into your panties. He slides them down your thighs tossing them aside and presses his fingers against you slick heat, teasing gently “you’re so ready for me” he breathes, and he pushes them deep inside.
A sharp cry spills from your lips as your head falls back, feeling the pleasure surging through you as the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting becomes louder.
Your thighs tremble as the heat coils deep ,his steady rhythm relentless, each curl and stroke igniting sparks that ripple through you, pushing you to the edge.
“You’re so close” he whispers as your walls clench around his fingers, and you nod as you begin to roll your hips. Just as you’re about to come, he stops, leaving you gasping, your cry of despair breaking heavy into the air between you.
His fingers slowly pull out of you, leaving you aching for them, and he leans down to whisper in your ear.
“You can’t come yet baby,” he says, pressing your swollen clit just enough to make your body jolt. “I want to feel it on me.” he says.
You gasp, hands clinging to his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, trying to give him what he wants. “Please,” you softly whisper, and he nudges his cock to your entrance, pushing it in, stretching you all over again as his thumb circles your clit.
Your lips open in soft little cries as he thrusts in you, his chest resting against your as he slides his hands to hold your legs apart, pressing into a deep sensitive spot that has you clenching tight.
Your in a haze as your body moves with each precise thrust, your moans turning into high-pitched wails as he keeps hitting the spot, over and over, sending sharp waves of pleasure crashing through your core.
He holds your thighs tighter knowing your about to come, the high socks framing the way your legs quiver, the wetness between your legs become slick and messy.
His pace increases, pushing you up and down with every firm thrust until you gaze up at him, eyes dazed, lost—every thought erased except for the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you.
He watches you, his blue eyes dark and heated, his pupils dilated as you come for him, every pant, every whimper, every sound spilling from your lips proof of just how much he’s satisfying you.
“That’s it, baby,” he soothes, as he slides his hands up your hips, rolling his thrusts into you slow and grounding, easing the frantic edge of your need. “You came so good for me,” he says, his making your heart flutter as your core throbs deep inside.
You’re weak and breathless as he slips his cock from you, and he takes your waist in his hands and rolls you on your stomach with ease.
His strong grip guides you up, pulling you onto your hands and knees, and your body trembles in anticipation.
“This is all for you,” he says, his voice low and warm, as he positions himself behind you, and his fingers tease along your wetness again, sending a shiver up your spine.
Your eyes finally land on the camera in the bookshelf in front of you, It’s red light blinking steadily, the screen flipped so you can watch it capture every detail of Austin fingering you until you’re on the edge of another orgasm.
You begin to moan, ready to climax, and he slips his fingers away, barely giving you time to react before he’s pressing the tip of his hard cock against you.
“Watch what I do to you,” he says, and your hands fist the sheets, gripping tightly as he slides his large cock in, the heat of it sending a sharp pulse racing through your core. The slow, torturous glide makes your whole body tense, your thighs pressed together heightening the sensation as you moan in pleasure.
“You feel what you do to me,” he breathes, his cock pushing in deeper before pulling back. “I want to have you all night like this,” he confesses.
His palms carefully settle on your lower back, holding you in place, a firm yet possessive weight as he starts to thrust into you faster. Your hips lift up instantly, overwhelmed by the fullness, but his hands press firmly on your lower back, pushing you down.
The dominance in the gesture makes your feet kick against the bed, your thighs squeezing together as the intensity of his cock takes over.
“Take it baby,“ he breathes, his voice thick with desire as he buries in until you feel it deep in your core. He watches as you squirm for him, the fullness causing a throbbing heat to build with every passing second.
He keeps a steady rhythm, the sounds of your wetness filling the room, until at any given moment he thrusts in deep, the force making your body tense as your core throbs in pleasure.
A broken moan spills from your lips, and he groans at the sight of you.
“Look at us,” he encourages, glancing at the camera screen, watching the way you take him. He gives one more firm thrust, making your mouth fall open, your breath stuttering as you moan.
“You look so fucking good like this,” he says, and you tremble with pleasure as he guides your legs in a wider stance. He begins to really focus, laying his thrusts into you just right, making you feel every ridge and vein as the head of his cock nudges you perfectly.
His thighs press harder on the back of yours, and your moans turn desperate and reckless, your body rocking mercilessly with every firm thrust.
His fingers dig into your back as the pleasure peaks, his palms pressing down, keeping you right where he wants as he angles himself just right, driving his cock into that perfect spot deep inside.
You both moan in unison and he begins to climax, his hips pushing faster, his cock twitching harder.
“Fuck, baby, come with me,” he groans, his voice raw with need. He pulls you up against him, one hand cupping your breast, squeezing firmly, while the other slides between your legs, circling your clit with precise pressure.
Your eyes lock onto the camera, watching the screen capture every shudder, every gasp, as he drives into you leading you both to the peak of pleasure. A deep, guttural moan falls from his lips as he begins to lose control, his hips stuttering, feeling his cock pulsing hard inside you.
His breaths turn heavy against your ear, desperate wrecked, the sounds breaking between moans,and deep whimpers.
His sounds push you over the edge as you orgasm, and your release washes over you in waves as you feel him come deep inside of you, and your walls pulse on his cock at his most pleasurable moment.
He thrusts against you become softer and weaker until he has nothing left. He catches his breath as the pleasure subsides, then he carefully pulls out of you, the slow drag of his cock making you shiver.
A deep, satisfied sigh escapes him as he rests back on his heels, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
One of his hands settles on your hip while the other squeezes the soft flesh of your ass with a satisfied exhale.
“What are we gonna call our sex tape?” he asks, pulling you down to sit on his lap.
“I don’t know ” you pant, your mind still spinning.
He grins, his thumb skimming up your spine. his voice warm against your ear. “What do you think about watching it together until we decide,” he encourages, his voice deep and smooth as he kisses your shoulder.
You look into the camera to meet his eyes as you nod, and you both smile before he turns your face to his, capturing your lips in a deeply passionate kiss.
Summary Heading out for a night with friends, Austin makes sure you’re thoroughly satisfied before he leaves.
❤️🔥Passionate Smut❤️🔥 Austin doting boyfriend • teasing • his princess • dirty talk • sweet talk • kiss it better • oral on fem • fingering • orgasm • after care
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Before the Night Out
The Los Angeles evening outside of Austin’s home radiates with the low buzz of city lights and distant traffic. Inside, the air is warm, scented with the faint bergamot and orange blossoms of his cologne, a fragrance so divine it stays in the back of your mind, making you ache for him even when he’s not around.
He’s in the bedroom getting ready for a night out with his friends, and you’re sprawled on the couch, a throw blanket tangled around your legs, trying not to sulk.
But you are. You hate when he leaves, even for a few hours, because the house feels too quiet without his easy laugh or the way he hums under his breath when he thinks you’re not listening.
Austin emerges from the bedroom, and your breath catches because he looks so good. His long sleeve white tee hugs his chest just right, the fabric soft and slightly worn, over his faded baby blue jeans that sit low on his hips.
His black leather boots scuff lightly on the hardwood floor as he moves, and his favorite Carhartt jacket, powder blue with a bright orange lining hangs open, giving him that effortless edge.
A thin silver chain necklace glints at his collarbone, catching the light, and his hair, growing back after a recent role, is soft and a little tousled, begging for your fingers to run through it. He’s handsome in a way that feels unfair, like he’s walked out of some sunlit dream, and the sight of him makes your chest tighten.
“You’re pouting again,” he says, voice low and teasing, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he leans against the kitchen counter, arms crossed. His blue eyes spark with mischief, and you can tell he’s enjoying this a little too much.
“I’m not,” you mutter, pulling the blanket tighter around you, but your lips betray you, curling into a little frown. You’re not fooling anyone, least of all him.
“Yes you are,” he drawls, pushing off the counter and sauntering over to you, his boots thudding softly with each step, and the scent of his cologne grows stronger, wrapping around you. He stops just in front of the couch, towering over you, and he tilts his head, studying you in a way that makes your stomach flip. “Look at that lip.” he grins his eyes glinting with smug satisfaction.
You roll your eyes, but your cheeks heat up under his gaze. “You’re leaving me here all alone again,” you pout, your voice softer now, a little whiny despite yourself.
Austin chuckles, the sound rich and warm, and he lowers down on his knees in front of you, his hands finding your thighs over the blanket. His touch is firm but gentle, thumbs rubbing slow circles that send a shiver up your spine.
“Poor baby,” he coos, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “You gonna survive a couple hours without me, or should I cancel on the guys and stay here and hold your hand?”
“Don’t tease,” you huff, but you’re already leaning into him, drawn in to his warmth, his scent, the way his hands slide up your thighs, pushing the blanket aside. His fingers are calloused but tender, and you can feel the heat of them through your thin leggings.
“Who’s teasing?” he says, voice dropping an octave, his eyes darkening as they lock onto yours. He’s close enough now that you can see the faint freckles dusting his cheeks, the way his lashes frame those impossibly blue eyes.
“You know I’d rather stay here with you, but I promised the guys. Gotta keep up appearances, y’know.” He says, but there’s a softness in his expression, an affection that makes your heart stutter.
“Don’t go,” you whisper, half-serious, reaching out to tug lightly at the chain necklace resting against his chest, the metal cool under your fingertips, compared to the warmth of his skin.
Austin catches your hand, bringing it to his lips and presses a soft kiss to your palm. “You’re making this real hard, baby,” he says, voice husky now, his lips brushing against your skin with every word. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’m not gonna make it out the door.”
“Maybe that’s the plan,” you shoot back, a spark of defiance in your eyes, your resolve faltering under the weight of his gaze, and his hands slide higher, slipping under the hem of your shirt to graze the bare skin of your waist.
He smiles leaning in to kiss you, slow and soft, his lips warm and tasting faintly of the mint gum he was chewing earlier. His kiss deepens, and you melt into him, your hands finding his shoulders, fingers digging into the course fabric of his jacket. When he pulls back, you’re a little breathless, and his grin is pure trouble.
“Tell you what,” he says, his voice low and intimate, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m not leaving until you’re satisfied. Can’t have my girl pouting all night, can I?”
Before you can respond, he’s tugging the blanket down completely, his hands swift and sure as they find the waistband of your leggings.
Your breath catches, as you grab his wrists, half-excited, half-nervous. “Austin, you’re gonna be late,” you say, but there’s no real protest in your voice, not when he’s looking at you like that, like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.
“They can wait,” he says, leaning in as his lips brush the shell of your ear sending a jolt of heat through you. “I’ll take care of you first.”
He’s peels your leggings down with your panties, his hands warm against your skin and he kisses you again, softer this time, but there’s an edge beneath it, a promise of what’s to come.
His lips trail down your throat, your chest, your stomach, and as he lowers between your thighs you can’t help the soft moan that escapes you. His intoxicating fragrance fills your senses and his hair is soft under your fingers as you tug lightly, earning a low groan from him that vibrates against your skin.
“Austin you smell so good,” you praise, half-dazed, as his cologne envelops you, mingling with the warmth of his breath against your thighs.
“Could say the same about you,” he teases, glancing up at you with a wicked grin before his lips find you, and the world narrows to the heat of his mouth, and the slow, roll of his tongue.
He’s affectionate even now, one hand reaching up to lace his fingers with yours, as he takes his time, drawing out every sensation until you’re trembling for him.
He pulls back just enough to tease you a smug grin on his lips. “Still mad I’m leaving?” he asks, his voice a low, vibration that sends a pulse through you, and your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him back between your thighs.
“Shut up,” you manage, breathless, and he chuckles, the sound muffled as he dives back in, more focused now, more intense. It’s overwhelming, the way he knows exactly what you need, the way he gives it to you without hesitation.
Your fingers tighten in his hair, and he makes a soft sound of approval, your grip spurring him on until you’re unraveling, your breath coming in sharp gasps, as your body arcs to his mouth.
His tongue lashes your clit, fast and ravenous as his fingers slide in, curling hard and deep the dual assault making your hips push against his mouth.
His tongue flicks faster, his fingers thrusting mercilessly until you orgasm, moaning loudly, and he devours you through every pulse, every shudder leaving you overwhelmed and utterly satisfied.
When he pulls back you’re limp, sinking back into the couch breathless, and he kisses his way up your body, his lips lingering at your jaw near your mouth.
His grin is smug and bold, as he trails his fingers along your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek. “Feel Better?” he asks, his voice soft but still teasing.
You nod, too blissed out to form a proper response, your eyes heavy as you look at him. He’s still so handsome, even more so now with his hair slightly rustled and his cheeks flushed.
“You’re awful,” you mumble, but there’s no heat in it only affection.
“Awful, huh?” He echoes, leaning in to kiss you again quick and playful. “Pretty sure you love me for it.”
You do, god, you do. You watch him as he stands adjusting his jacket, smoothing a hand through his hair and he glances at his phone, cursing softly under his breath.
“Definitely late,” he says, but he’s smiling, like it’s worth it. He grabs his keys from the counter, the jingle of them sharp in the quiet house, and turns to you one last time.
“Be good while I’m gone,” he says, pointing a finger at you in a tone with mock-sternness. “No more pouting.”
“No promises,” you reply, your voice lazy, and he laughs, the sound lingering as he opens the door. He gives you one last look, all warmth and smiles, and then he’s gone, the door clicking shut behind him.
The house is quiet now, too quiet, but you’re still buzzing your body warm and sated. You pull the blanket back over you, sinking into the couch, and smile to yourself. You hate when he leaves, but damn if he doesn’t make it worth it.
