Tell Me I’m Yours
Label Mature 18+
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.
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❤️🔥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.
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