parx really is one of those bands where if you HATE FUN you think they're corny, sorry you're BORING, god forbid we enjoy a little SILLINESS behind the sickest layers of synths and chords you've ever heard GROW UP
Requested: Yes by anon : jealousy! awsten pls? and maybe something 18+ or anything that lives in your creative mind
Genre : Fluff and Smut, more fluff i think
Warnings : swearing, light choking, unprotected sex
Word Count : 4.2k
A/N: i'M SO SORRY for HOW LONG this is taking, i'm busy and tired and work its insane, but i've been out of my slump so I'm slowly working on the requests, I hope you like this ughhhhh
Requests for Awsten are: CLOSED
You spritzed one final patch of citrus and floral perfume on your collarbone, briefly pausing to let it linger. Smoothing out your mint dress beneath your fingers, you noticed the way it fell perfectly around your figure, cinched at the right places, neckline just low enough, flowing flawlessly to your ankle, one side with a slit up to your mid-thigh.
“Babe?” there was a gentle knock on the door – knuckles on wood. “Are you ready to go?” It was Awsten who stood just behind it, blue blazer over a patterned white shirt that he designed himself.
“Yeah!” You called out, fluffing your hair out just a bit, before slowly opening the door to the bathroom to meet your boyfriend’s curious eyes. His jaw dropped ever so slightly, and his gaze wandered from your lips, to the hem of your dress before he exhaled, looking away, leaning back slightly.
“You are so perfect,” he stepped closer, hands tenderly grasping your waist, thumbs caressing you through the fabric. You fiddled with the collar of his shirt, shy with a warmth blooming in your cheeks. Without being able to help himself, he leaned in and gingerly pressed a peck to the corner of your mouth. “I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off you tonight,” He pulled you closer so you were pressed up against him, his head dipped low, breath around your ear and jaw.
“Behave, Awsten,” your hands slid down his chest and gently pushed. He moved away, grazing your arm and taking your hand in his, interlocking your fingers.
His hand never left yours the whole ride to your friend’s wedding reception, his grip was warm and brought a quiet comfort to you as the engine hummed, soft indie playlist playing in the background.
“I can’t believe my date is going to be the most beautiful woman in the room,” he broke the silence, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You rolled your eyes but squeezed his hand.
“Don’t be silly,”
The car eventually pulled into the parking lot and while you checked your face one last time in the mirror, Awsten made his way around to your side of the door, hand extended as he opened it with his other. You placed yours in his, letting him gently guide you out and quickly wrapping his arm around your back, anchoring on your hip making his promise from earlier definitely not go undelivered. There was a steadiness and pride in his touch like he actually did feel in his chest that he was with the most beautiful woman in the world and wanted to show that.
Your shoes clacked on the gravelly road as you made your way towards the entrance of the hall. The air conditioning hit you almost aggressively, as you walked towards the elevators. While waiting, Awsten rubbed circles into the dip of your waist, other hand reaching to adjust the wrap on your shoulders.
“Let me know if you’re cold, okay?” You nodded, humming out in response. A few more guests arrived behind you and when the elevator finally arrived, you all piled in. He kept his arm around you, gently guiding you in front of him inside as you went up to the banquet hall.
Upon finding your seats at the table, a waiter came by to fill both your glasses with some sparkling water, you and Awsten thanking them in return. You pinched the crystal stem between your thumb and index, lifting it slightly, watching the fizzy liquid swirl. Awsten raised his eyebrow and his glass, curious.
“To us?” he offered.
A gentle smile tugged on your lips and mirrored his gestures, clinking your glasses together. You held his gaze for a few seconds longer, eventually saying, “You know, if we don’t make eye contact while we do that, it’s seven years of bad sex,” your tone mischievous enough to widen his grin and earn a chuckle.
“Oh, is that so?” he sipped.
“Mhm,” you replied, taking a sip yourself. “Could be superstition– but I know you believe in that stuff,” dropping your eyelid in a wink.
“Well,” he paused, leaning a little closer to your ear. “We can always test your theory tonight”. His voice was laced with just the right amount of promise and confidence to make a heat rise to your neck. You laughed and gently swatted his chest.
“Behave, we’re in public,”
He set his glass down, coughing out a laugh in response. He swung his arm around the back of your chair, fingertips grazing the bare skin of your shoulder.
“No promises,” A twinkle shined in his eyes.
The evening began unfolding, mellow piano and strings melodies weaving through the low hum of conversations. You both glanced around the hall, listening to the chatter, absorbing mannerisms. One of the bridesmaids had claimed a corner of the open bar, with one of the groomsmen, standing a bit too close to each other and not really keeping it a secret.
“I bet they already fucked,” Awsten muttered. You mocked glared at him, holding in your laugh. You noticed an older couple sat across the room, a few tables away, bickering about the napkins. Even amongst the chaos, there was an undeniable fondness and overwhelming love that surrounded them in the way they looked and spoke to each other. Eventually, the older woman laughed out loud, leaning into her husband’s shoulder and he looked like the happiest man alive.
You poked his arm. “That could be us one day,” Awsten met your eyes and softly smiled, you linked arms and his glance darted to the other side of the room.
“Or that,” he gestured with his chin. Near the food trays, a small group of kids were trying to sneak extra slices of bread from the baskets. You laughed properly this time, squeezing his arm that was now stretched to rest his hand across your lap, while your other hand traced lazy lines along his wrist and forearm.
As the reception carried on, the speeches began. Short, sweet but emotional. During the maid of honor’s, Awsten looked at you with a softened acknowledgment, as she mentioned how the bride and groom could not be any more perfect for each other. At that, he pressed a soft peck to your temple, thumb lazily tracing circles on your clothed thigh. Dinner came next, multiple courses of deliberately crafted plates and sweet desserts. The room filled with soft laughter, and silverware tapping gently against porcelain. In your bubble, the two of you lean close to share bites and quiet jokes.
Once the plates were cleared, cake cut and thank-yous made, the lights dimmed highlighting the fairly light strands along the ceiling. The first few couples drifted out to the dance floor, conversations picking back up between the predictable wedding songs you and Awsten called would make the playlist, and the click of heels on the floor. You turned to look at Awsten’s loving, waiting gaze, under the glow of the amber lights. His eyes lingered with that steadiness and kind of quiet thought that made your heart skip.
“What?,” you asked shyly, reaching to adjust his fringe.
He took your wrist gently, and kissed your palm. “Just thinking about how you like that and I’m supposed to sit still,”
He let your hand drift to his jaw, his day old stubble prickly under your fingertips. A blush crept onto your cheeks, the kind only he could cause. He pushed back his chair and stood, extending his hand for yours that fell back onto your lap.
“Awsten, what–,”
“Dance with me,” he said simply. Not a request. Not even an invitation. You knew better than to argue. You rose to your feet, his hand warm against your waist as he guided you toward the dance floor. The lights shimmered gold across the polished floor, the melody slowing into something softer, almost on cue.
You were barely a few steps in when a voice called out your name, it was familiar but distant in your memory.
“Oh my god, is that you?,” You turned, mid-step, meeting the face of someone you almost couldn’t remember.
“Woah, Noah?” you uttered, it finally clicked in your brain. It was an old mutual friend from college, easily about 8 or 9 years ago. This was the last place you expected to see them, black and white suit, tall, styled hair.
“Wow,” he chuckled, pulling you into a quick hug before you could fully process what happened. “It’s been ages, damn. You look great, how have you been?,” his tone was enthusiastic, laced with excitement at the potential of reconnecting.
Awsten’s hand immediately returned to your waist when the embrace parted. He squeezed you close, not to be harsh but to indicate he noticed.
“Yeah, it has been. I’m good, how are you?” you responded politely. Noah’s eyes flicked to where Awsten stood just a little closer than he was before, desperately trying to hide the daggers shooting out of his eyes.
“Oh, sorry,” Noah extended his hand towards Awsten, the confident, assured grin remaining in place. “I’m Noah, we used to share classes back in college,”
“Awsten,” he replied, a polite smile tugging at the corner of his lips that didn’t reach his eyes. You could still feel his firm grip at your side, reminding you where his attention was. The air shifted, something bubbling beneath the surface.
Your old friend began a light stream of conversation, old parties, immature antics, memories you definitely didn’t know you even had. You remained calm, laughed when it felt natural and maintained your air of politeness all while aware of the heat of Awsten’s touch and energy beside you. He didn’t interrupt but very so often, he would trace his fingers across your lower back and hip, slow, thoughtful and carrying an edge you hadn’t figured out yet.
“It was good seeing you, we should definitely catch up, sometime,” Noah said, before eventually leaving to catch up with others, Awsten leaned towards your ear, breath hot against your cheek.
“Didn’t realise you were so popular,” he muttered.
You nudged him with your elbow gently, meeting his gaze. “Stop, he’s just an old friend,”
Awsten scoffed, tightening his grip on your waist, sending a message to you. “Yeah sure, but I didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” he said under his breath, pulling you closer to his side. “And that thing about “definitely catching up? I think the fuck not,” He frustratedly exclaimed. You slid your hands up his chest to calm him and he exhaled. “Come on,” he finally said. “Let’s actually dance before you get stolen from me again,”.
Before you could answer, he guided you back toward the dance floor, at a pace that made you giggle. The lights still dimmed just enough to make everything feel a little softer, and a little closer, somehow. His hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, his other finding yours. He tugged you closer and there was a restraint in the way he held you that reminded you what he really felt.
“You know, you didn’t tell me college came with fanboys” his voice oozed with sarcasm, not to pick a fight with you, but to gently charge the tension between you. You rolled your eyes, reassuring him.
“We barely spoke to be honest with you,” You wrapped both arms around his neck, letting him pull you just a bit closer, the soft glow of the fairy lights highlighting the sharp features of his face perfectly.
“While I’m sure that’s true,” he began, his hands moving a bit too dangerously low from your back. “It’s hard not to be in awe when you look like this.”
Your pulse quickened and suddenly you were conscious of his gaze, which was steady and intense. He leaned closer, voice dropping.
“If I had any patience at all,” he tugged you closer again, a little sharper this time, your hips meeting. “I’d let this song end, and behave,”
“But if you didn’t?” you asked inquisitively, playing with the hair at the back of his neck.
The laugh that escaped him came out in a darker chuckle. “Then I’d be making sure I’m getting you out of here before anyone else notices we’re gone,” It almost didn’t feel like a joke and you felt your entire body warm in a flush. The music swept in again and his expression softened as he guided you through the rhythm.
You danced through the next few songs, the energy picking back up. He would spin you, sway you and pull you into his arms, the sound of your laughs mixing together. At one point, he tried to dip you and you gripped his arm tightly, heart pounding just a bit quicker.
“I swear to god, if you drop me,” you threatened, the cheeky grin emerging from his features. Suddenly, he fake dropped you – sending your heart down to your stomach – and pulled you back up. You swatted his shoulder. “What the fuck, don’t do that,”
He threw his head back as he cackled loudly, your chest fluttering at the sight. When the laughter died down, you held your gazes for a beat, soaking in the night of being with each other. Eventually, he mumbled something about leaving and you shared one last kiss under the lights.
“Okay, let me just head to the bathroom,” you stroked his cheek and he leaned into your touch just a tad. “And then we can go,” the softness in your voice made him lean in for a peck. And then another.
When you were done freshening up, you stepped out of the bathroom, immediately searching for Awsten who was now back at your table, gathering all your things and giving small goodbyes. You took a few steps when you heard your name being called again.
It was Noah.
“Are you heading off?” he began, and you returned a kind smile, humming a simple “mhm,” in response. He initiated another small conversation, saying something about saying goodbye properly, asking if you remembered this one professor who would always have snacks for the class. You entertained him, not aware of the pair of eyes across the room watching.
Awsten couldn’t hear what you were saying but the feelings from earlier started bubbling in the surface when he saw Noah take a small step closer to you, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear and laughed at something he said. He didn’t even think to stop himself before he was taking strides in your direction, face a little flushed, breathing just a little heavier.
“We should seriously actually catch up sometime. Would it be okay if I got your number? Maybe we can grab some coffee, or something?” You hadn’t noticed Awsten until you felt your shawl wrapped around your shoulders, fingers lingering on your arm.
“You ready to go, babe?” Awsten didn’t even look at Noah, his eyes just focused on you, a strong arm finding your waist again, his hand lingering lower on your hip, unmistakably territorial.
“Yeah,” you smiled at him, looking at your friend one last time. “See you,” you waved lightly, before Awsten guided you away. The moment you stepped out into the cool night air, the unspoken tension thickened around you. He didn’t say anything as he opened the car door for you, nor as he buckled himself into the driver’s seat.
His hand instinctively reached for your leg on the drive home, settling on your upper thigh, the occasional squeezes and wandering of his fingertips, made your pulse jump. You could feel the rigid tension in his forearm and notice the tight line of his jaw in the dim glow of the dashboard lights. You attempted to soothe him by placing a hand on his, moving up to his wrist and arm, caressing up and down. He exhaled, loosening his grip but the way he drove into the night, purposeful, with a restraint begging for release, it filled your head with all the things he wasn’t saying.
When he finally pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building and cut the engine, the silence sat heavier, tension palpable. He unbuckled his seatbelt and before you could click your out of place, he leaned over placing a hand on your thigh again. The sound of your seatbelt leaving the buckle was enough to make you flinch. He let it slide in his hand, removing it. Your breathing felt heavier, as his knuckles grazed your stomach and chest, placing the seatbelt back into place.
“Awsten..,” you softly called, and he wasted no time in pressing his mouth to yours, demanding, not at all gentle. You kissed him back, gingerly tracing his collarbone under the now unbuttoned collar of his shirt, and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, with an urgency and desire that left your head spinning.
He barely pulled away, your breaths mingling together, when he whispered against your lips, in a tone that made a heat pool in your stomach and between your thighs. “Inside. Now.”
He immediately took your hand the moment you stepped out of the car, his guidance was still gentle despite the heat growing in his touch. The elevator ride to this apartment simmered with a tension that was about to burst. You stood next to him, hand still firmly in his grip and noticed the way he breathing shallowed just a bit, the way he stared straight ahead, eyebrows scrunched ever so slightly, lips pursed. When you reached his front door, he fumbled with his keys just a little before opening the door for you, letting you step inside.
The click of the door shutting behind you, sent tingles throughout your body and the last thing you heard was the fall of keys on the table before you were spun around by the waist. He pulled you flush against his chest, his grip moving down to your hips, his bright eyes staring straight into you.
“Awsten..,” you began to murmur and he dipped his head down into your neck, pressing slow, open mouthed kisses upwards, towards your jaw, and under your ear when he spoke, voice low and deep.
“You have any idea how fucking insane that drove me?,” Your voice caught in your throat, and his grip tightened. “Seeing the way he was trying it on, when I was right there,” His lips trailed down to your collarbone and the exposed skin of your chest right above where your cleavage poked out from your dress. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you even closer, until every part of you was pressed against him, so much so that you feel his now growing erection pressing against your crotch. His other hand grazed your side and made its way up to your throat, fingers enclosing around it, gently. “God, the way he looked at you,” he paused, swallowing. “Doesn’t he know I’m the only one allowed to look at you that way?”
Before you could stop yourself, you let out a tiny hum, an almost whimper. The tension and warmth between the two of you, and the tightness in his pants was enough to draw it out of you.
“You know that, don’t you baby? That only I can look at you like that,” His hand moved from your throat down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “That only I can touch you like this, you know that don’t you? Or do you need me to remind you?” His pupils were blown just a little bit wider, but the unspoken desire they held tugged out another soft whine from you. You flung your arms around his neck and kissed him. He immediately reciprocated, shifting his hips ever so slightly, letting the friction tease you.
A deep hum escaped from his throat as he pulled the zipper of your dress down as you grind against him. You stood exposed in lace, goosebumps forming on your bare skin even more so when Awsten sighed against your neck. His hands roughly squeezed your ass again, shifting your panties and a tiny whine escaped you.
His hands wandered back up to your waist and hips and before you had time to process, he lifted you and your legs instinctively wrapped around him, the heat of each other threatening to burst through the fabrics. He pushed you against the nearest wall, head dipping, lips close to your ear.
“Tell me if I need to remind you or not.” You could only whisper a small “please” in return and he pressed against you harder. “I’m going to make sure the only name spilling from your pretty lips is mine,”
He broke the kiss only long enough to confirm your gaze. This wasn't merely passion. This was validation for every possessive thought he’d held all night. Your hands tightened as he shifted his weight, grinding down once, slowly, deliberately, pulling another whimper from you. Awsten let out a low hum of approval.
His fingers traced the sensitive skin of your hip bone above the lace of your panties and your ribs. “I like that,” he paused. “I like knowing that the only thing that can do this to you is me.”
He carried you quickly, taking powerful strides before gently but firmly setting you down on the edge of the bed. He kept his eyes on yours, his gaze burning with desire as he quickly undressed to nothing but his boxers. The sight of him fully hard underneath was enough to send a warmth between your thighs. He leant down and kissed you again, moving you slowly to the front of the bed, until he was on top of you. His fingers grazed the inside of your thigh leading to the heat over your panties. He pressed against your entrance with two fingers through the lace and you arched beneath the contact, your eyes fluttering shut as a needy sound tore from your throat.
You immediately reached to pull the waistband of his boxers down, just enough to free him, the tip glistening with pre-cum, throbbing under your gaze. He quickly shed the rest of what was on him, and unhooked your bra, tossing it somewhere in the room. His fingers teasingly danced against your side as he eventually, slowly pulled your panties down, easing them off you. You instinctively spread your legs, naked and bare in front of him.
He pressed his dick against you and started grinding the tip gingerly grazing your clit with each thrust. The sensation was so intense it stole your breath and you whined at the contact and intensity of his movement.
“That’s it, let me hear all of you,” he murmured against your lips. When you finally let a single, full moan escape from your throat he pushed into you, filling you completely. You let out a soft cry at the overwhelming sensation of him inside you. He held still for a moment, allowing you to adjust, to take him in, his eyes locked on yours, searching for confirmation. You met his gaze, your own eyes shining with unshed tears. He wasted no time moving, thrusting into you with an increasing urgency, your body bouncing to the pace he set.
“Tell me,” he grumbled out, his fingers enclosing around your throat. He didn’t apply any pressure. He just kept his hand there, grounding you. “Tell me you’re mine,” He pleaded with a hunger that mirrored your own when your breath hitched. Your hips lifted instinctively to meet his, the friction building an unbearable pressure deep within you. You could barely form the words.
“I’m yours,” you finally whimpered out, and the moment it left your lips, something in him shifted. His thrusts became a relentless rhythm, deeper, faster and overwhelming. HIs hands gripped your hips tightly, and his head dipped into your shoulder where he nipped little bites along the curve. Your nails dug into his back, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist, desperate to pull him even closer.
He let out whiny moans, slamming into you until your vision started blurring, a tightness building in your core. The sensation of the fullness from him being deep inside you, hitting that spot just right was enough to send you over the edge. You cried out as your climax washed over you, rippling through your entire body, as you squeezed him tighter.
His final thrusts grew erratic and he shoved himself fully into you as he shuddered, spilling into you. It was almost too much and he silenced his sounds against your lips. For a long moment, the only sounds were your uneven breaths as you recovered from the intensity, letting out occasional laughs, chests grazing. He shifted only slightly, still connected to you. He brushed strands of hairs away from your forehead and kissed your nose, the passion from before simmering into a loving tenderness.
“I wasn’t too rough was I?” his gaze searched yours, the strip of moonlight peeking from behind the curtains casting a glow on the side of his face. “You’re okay?,”
You tiredly smiled in return, stroking his cheek with your thumb, before eventually murmuring a small “Always,”.
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