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no way this is legal

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surferblues · 1 year

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

featuring austin butler

thigh riding (n): when one person opens their legs, and other person sits on their thigh, and proceeds to dry hump said thigh until climax or as a form of foreplay.

nsfw!

note ; lmao this isn’t kinktober anymore it’s kinkyear <3 decided to post this while y’all wait for lawki pt 1, had to rewrite this three times bc I hated it at first but yolo here we go, enjoy

warnings ; thigh riding, choking

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

You might have outdone yourself this time.

Sure, in retrospect, it was hardly an innocent gesture. What you did was enter the living room, white mini-skirt in tow, eyes beckoning for his attention despite the clear exhaustion that lingered behind his eyes. You curled up next to him, trying to feel the warmth radiating from his body as best as possible, his arm curling around you and squeezing your shoulder.

You were restless in his arms, and he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. He figured it could have to do with the fact that his girl needed attention because he’d been away for too long, and only he knew how to take care of her. You would say he was pretty spot on with that idea.

After you relentlessly moved around on the couch, your bare clitoris rubbing against the texture of the couch cushion, he had patted his thigh, motioning for you to perch yourself on him, without any notion or idea that you had a larger plan in the works. But, in record time, you found yourself soaking his sweatpants and your nails leaving crescent-shaped indents on his skin underneath the fabric. A strand of his blonde hair hung loosely over his forehead, ignoring any eye contact from you that would send him over the edge whilst gripping the television remote tightly.

He couldn’t really continue his act when you started shifting in his lap like a kitten in heat. He knew there were no panties. He could feel the wetness bleed through his sweatpants, a sharp inhale of breath as he felt his cock constrain in his boxers. With a discreet cough and his hands on your hips, he adjusted your body to where your clitoris was right on the middle of his thigh, and there was little backlash to that.

And that’s really how you ended up in this position.

Now, it’s easy to see he’s just as riled up as you are. His whole body goes up in flames as he presses his lips against your neck in a heated attempt to quell his own desires. “No panties. You’re fucking sick, baby,” His voice is dark, raspier than normal.

He chuckles sadistically, lifting up your white skirt to reveal your bare ass, running his smooth palm over it. He resists the urge to slap it, ignores whatever animalistic side of him is telling him to deny you of anything. But you don’t deserve that, you’ve been waiting for him so patiently at home while he’s been filming. “You know, you could’ve just told me you wanted me,” He teases.

You whimper pathetically, your hands gripping onto his knee for stability. Your legs shake from the longing of his cock to fill you up, every inch, make you full of him until you feel like you can’t breathe. “Austin,” You say hushed under your breath, like it’s a secret between just you two.

“C’mon, darlin’”, There’s a bit of that southern twang mixed in, makes you lose your train of thought completely and consumed by him. “Do whatever you need to do to me.”

And you can’t move, not even an inch, overwhelmed by desire as your core aches for any form of stimulation. You would opt for him inside you, but there’s a mutual understanding that he won’t let you do that just yet. Your eyes hone in on the television ahead, on the film he’s watching, something that doesn’t make you think about him.

He leans back against the couch cushions, runs a hand up and down your spine. A wave of shivers releases themselves, and you bite your lip in a last-ditch effort to control yourself. “Don’t get all shy on me now, princess.”

Your body moves before your brain does, rocking itself gently against the fabric of his sweatpants and creating enough friction to please you. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting — maybe you on your knees, with his heavy cock in your mouth, spit dribbling down the corners of your lips — but he was perfectly fine with this arrangement, with the way you could use him as your personal toy.

The repeated action is slow at first, timid, as you build up courage and speed, a want for your orgasm so deeply rooted in you that you’re already seeing white in your vision. “Jesus Christ, baby,” His calloused hands find your hips, guide your movements to a rhythmic beat.

You’re panting, moaning, as he rocks your body against his thigh, makes you feel all warm and fuzzy and whole inside. He’s not oblivious to the way he’s feeling about this, his erection outlining the grey sweatpants he wore so often. “Always so desperate for me, huh, baby? Couldn’t stand me being gone for so long?”

You let out a choked sob, something that sounds so ridiculous you would normally be embarrassed. All you can think of is cumming, on him, on his stupid sweatpants, leaving a wet stain that he won’t be able to get out. “N-No. I needed you s-so bad, Aus.”

His hands coming around to grasp around the circumference of your neck, pulling your body back into him, his mouth connecting to yours. You can feel his cock burrowing in between your ass as his hips buck into yours, a pleasant accident that elicits a groan from him. Your skin burns with a dizzying yearning to feel more of his heat and longing for you. It’s all far, far too much.

Your core aches, burns and gnaws as you chase your release, something fiery and desperate. His grip tightens around your neck, a token of his affection for you, the reminder that you belong to him. By now, your own thighs are slicked with your juices, almost certain that you’ve soaked the rug beneath you.

“F-fuck, I won’t be able to hold it in, Aus,” Your voice is strained, motions distressed and deprived. He fingers dig into your throat, almost cuts off your oxygen, has you digging your fingernails into his thighs so roughly you’re sure you’ll draw blood.

“That’s it, baby. Keep fucking yourself on my thigh,” His voice taunts you, a haunting melody. You gasp uncontrollably, a pitiful sound exiting your lips. You’re so close, your breathing ragged and thoughts jumbled, nothing but the feeling of your clitoris against the rough fabric devouring you.

He knows you can’t hold it any longer, sees it all over your face before he has to say anything. You moan out his name, over and over like it’s the only thing you know, your legs shaking around his as you release all over his pants, drenching them. He works you through it, releases his grip on your trachea, coos to you as your hips slow down.

Your body falls limp against him, eyes closed as you try and recover. “I’ve got you, darlin’. Got you right here,” He tugs you off his lap, pulls your body in closer to him, cradles you in comfort. “Feeling better?”

“Feeling like I’m never wearing panties again,” You mutter to yourself mostly, but he laughs as he hears the words.

“That works too,” He kisses your forehead, turning the volume back up on the television. For the moment, he’s not worried about getting off. He knows you’ll be back. You always are.

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surferblues · 1 year

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I'll take care of u| r.c

pairings jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings 18+ (minors DNI), implied cheating, degrading, rafes ur bf, jjs a asshole, no actual smut, cliff hanger.

rafe is a hard man to understand. you knew that before getting in this situation. the constant secrecy, avoidance, and rejection.

you closed your eyes and bit your tongue as he acted like everything was fine. you'd been seated on one of your beach chairs, rafe and topper both of your sides.

you had been at the movies with rafe and topper for the night. but you've felt they've been sharing secrets, and whispering more than anything.

you took a quick glance at rafe, who was walking towards you with a popcorn and soda in his hands, but his expression was unreadable.

"hey baby, you ok?" you let it out in a worried tone, but as usual he shut you out. he handed you your cherry cola with a counterfeit smile.

"pfft, yeah, don't worry about it." he waved, placing a soft kiss to your head before sitting along with you and topper. you finally took a glance towards topper, who'd you'd be giving the silent treatment.

you followed where he and rafe kept peaking, your attention being drawn towards jj maybank, pope heyward, and kiara carrera.

so, those pogues were the reason rafe was too caught up to notice you've been ignoring him.

you let out a sigh of defeat, you were completely oblivious to what this current staredown and its backstory. And with your friends newfound secrecy, you were going to continue to be clueless.

unless you did something about it.

pulling out your phone from the back pocket of your jean shorts, you went and hesitantly clicked his contact.

this was a risk, speaking to jj maybank, but it was a risk that you were willing to take in order to find out some truth.

"hey, rafe, im going to the bathroom." you spoke, your voice steady as you avoided his gaze. he sat at the bottom of the long chair, half drunken beer in his hand as he gave you a look of confusion.

he absentmindedly nodded, his worried eyes not moving away from the two blond kooks. you let out a groan of defeat, before you got up off the lawn chair and away from the three.

you walked towards the bathroom, hoping it was empty and that it was a single person as you told jj to meet you.

you turned your head towards the new presence. his appearance was threatening, as every time you found yourself in a room alone with him.

"what did you want this time?" jj breathed out, rolling his eyes as his tongue poked at the flesh on the side of his cheek at the sight of you.

"What are you and pope planning?" you looked towards rafe,your voice holding that steady tone that you used with rafe.

his back leaned against the door, his head tilted back as he flickered his eyes away from you. "your dirty friends fucked up pope." jj grunted with a matter of fact tone, his eyebrows pinched together in an accusatory manner.

confusion washing over you at the statement, which jj clearly saw as he let out a chuckle of amusement. "don't try to play dumb, you knew." he walked towards you, towering over you with nothing but disgust on his face.

"oh, so that's why you were eyefucking topper and rafe?" you poked, trying to squeeze out a reaction from jj.

"is this why I'm here, because you're a jealous little whore?" he smirked, shaking his head in belief as his dark eyebrows kept the cinched look.

"i didn't ask that, i asked what you and pope were doing." you snapped, pushing his chest away from you but he didn't budge.

you couldn't lie, the newfound close proximity between you two was causing your stomach to burn and the pace of your breath to quicken.

"what do you think rafe would do if he saw me in here, alone with you?" he lowered lips down to your ear, his lips grazing over your skin as he whispered his words darkly.

"on my knees, taking you for everything you got." he played the strap of your bikini top as he dangerously spoke.

"jj, answer my damn question." you didn't move his hands off you, you didn't push him away - for some reason you couldn't push him away even if you wanted to.

"why, so you can go and run your mouth?" he shook his head, hollowing his cheeks as he squinted his eyes in your direction.

you knew this was bound to be a mistake. your mind raced as you actually thought about what would happen if rafe did come in here, seeing you and rafe alone.

you looked back and forth between the door and jj, your facial expression read petrified but with a hint of intrigue. to be completely honest, you weren't sure what to expect.

"besides, hasn't rafe been ignoring you? if i had a girl like you, id give you every ounce of my attention - make sure you wouldn't sneak off in a bathroom with a kook." he teased, his hands traveling towards your hips. jj's grip in your denim covered hips were rough, pulling you towards his body without an ounce of shame.

his words hit you like a punch to your stomach,his words were nothing but the truth. embarrassment and shame washed over you, was it really that obvious to everyone else rafe hasn't been giving you the time of his day?

you lifted your eyes to meet his, only if looks could kill - rafe cameron would drop dead right now. "just like your dad doesn't care to speak to you?" you hissed, offering a bittersweet smile as you grabbed his biceps - attempting to push him away, once again.

"watch your fucking mouth." he pushed your back against the cold tiled wall, causing a hard slam as your head hit the wall.

"make me." you panted out, daring him with a sizzling glaze as your face glimmered with devilish intent. he kept his grip on your arms, you both chest to chest now.

his breath fanned your lips, his eyes refusing to leave yours. "hm, you wanna play like that?" he chuckled lowly with slow nods, devilish thoughts running through his mind as he realized his situation.

he had his worst enemy's girlfriend, who has been sexually neglected for who knows how long cornered.

you weren't dumb, you knew what jj was thinking. and you weren't going to let him be the one in charge. "play what game?" you hands trailed up to his biceps, your fingers pressing down on his skin as you pulled him impossibly closer.

the new position, where his pelvis was against yours was beyond threatening. jj leaned in his nose barely grazing yours, his head tilting as a satisfactory grin appeared on your face.

he slightly puckered his lips, you pushed your hips against his to get a reaction. the friction causing him to let a shaky groan.

"fuck you." you hissed, pushing him off of you. he was about to say something back, but as he opened his mouth you heard the rough voice of rafe. "y/n, what's taking you so fucking long in there!"

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surferblues · 1 year

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currently waiting for request!! my Tumblr has been acting off 🙄 so if u couldn't send request for pls do!! i have a form for request 💍💓 also there's a new fic that was for some reason not showing on the tags 😵‍💫 go check out my latest aus smut sluts

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surferblues · 1 year

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ok for some reason my post aren't showing on tags ??

I was wondering could you write a fanfic we’re Austin and the reader as a fight and broke up only to get back together a couple days later and are then having sex again when they get back together again. And they could fight about what ever you want.

Hope to see the what you can think of.

california king bed | a.b

warnings 18+ (minors DNI), rough sex, degrading kink, dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex, hair pulling, oral (f fec), and sexual themes.

it was ridiculous, honestly. you've given him no text, no calls, no form of contact in two weeks. he couldn't go on any longer without any trace of you.

he said he wasn't going to be the first to communicate, he was waiting for you to hit him up with a drunken text at three in the morning.

but, after two weeks - he still hasn't heard from you. that's when he knew, he knew he was going to be the one to reach out in desperation.

three knocks on your apartment door definitely startled you, causing you to lift your head from your phone. it was late, and you hadn't been expecting any visitors.

as soon as you opened the door, you were greeted with that tall blond who you've been practically praying would show up to your doorstep begging for your forgiveness.

“I just want to talk to you.” He started with begs and pleads. “please.” His voice hoarse as he searches you for confirmation. His eyes scanned your body, eyebrows rising in slight surprise.

ok, so maybe you dressed up so dangerously because you knew austin was coming over sooner or later. your long locks down to your shoulders, just like Austin liked your hair to be. your body only being covered with one of his distressed tees, one that he's fucked you too many times in.

"there's nothing to talk about, austin." you stayed stern, hard to get. your arms crossed, your eyes glimmering with a dare as you watched him.

your gaze sent him ablaze, he began squirming in neediness. "fuck- just, please let me come in." he rasped out as his hand came in contact with the door just as you were about to shut it.

you let out a sigh, shaking your head in disbelief as you moved away from the door - your finger curling as you gestured for him to come in.

and so he did, following you like a lost puppy with hungry eyes."i need you so bad, you don't understand." you felt his hands pull your hips back towards him, you could feel his hardened dick rubbing against your ass - it really wasn't helping that you weren't wearing underwear under the oversized tee.

"this doesn't seem much like talking." you let out in-between heavy breaths. you felt his lips pepper kissing alongside your neck, pushing your hair to the side as you felt his new two week grown out stubble against your skin.

your back absentmindedly arched as his clothed cock caused friction, oh, how you hated your body for betraying you.

"please, baby, just let me make up for lost time." he whimpered in your ear, his eager hands traveling up to your breast.

your head threw back against his chest as you two shared a chorus of whimpers and light moans, his fingers rolling your nipples as he took the next position as an advantage. his lips began attacking your neck, leaving purple colored hickies and teeth shaped marks.

your back came into contact with the soft L-shaped couch, a gasp of surprise slipping from your lips.

he remained standing up as your back rested o aftern the couch as your bottom half hung off. his eyes never moved away from yours, he made to keep steady eye contact as he lowered to his knees.

"is this what you wanted? me on my knees, begging you to take me back?" he cooed as he slipped up his oversized band tee up to your hips.

He pulled the shirt over your head he took his time admiring your body, his hands following the curves from your thighs to your tits. "those are your words, not mine." you moaned, but your words quickly cut short as you felt him place a sloppy kiss on your hips.

"is this all that you've been wearing?" he grinned in satisfaction, referring to his t-shirt and the lack of panties and a bra. not that he was complaining.

he went back down, his lips positioned right in front of your needy cunt.

Austin's cold hands kneading your thighs, he looked up at you, you staring hungrily back at him. "God, you're so wet." he murmured, his fingers edging toward your needy hole.. Your fingers reached down to his perfect styled blond locks, “Baby, please,” you pouted looking back at him.

he felt something shift inside of him as he heard the familiar pet name slip so sexily from your lips. without warning fingers pressed into your tight hole, and his lips placing soft kisses to your button.

"ive missed you so so much" he moaned out as you were tugging on his blonde hair as his tongue slid through your folds slurping up your wetness in a way that had you feeling filthy in the best way possible.

You let out a moan trying to close your legs around his head but his hands pushed them off and he was stronger than you so you couldn’t close your legs.

he licked a stripe from your clit to your hole, stopping as your hole was already full of tongue.

He pumped faster and faster, pressing into your g-spot, your moans became wild, legs felt weak. You felt your heart begin to race and your stomach begins to tighten.

austin could sense you were close to release, the way he could feel your walls were clenching around his fingers - so he did what any man would do in this situation.

he pulled his fingers out of you.

austin could see the annoyance on your face, ignoring your defeated sighs and incoherent words.

he stood up back to his feet, his hands nearing his belt. "can't wait to be inside you again,baby." he groaned out, his dick painfully hard as thoughts emerged in his mind.

"please, hurry." you threw your head back, your back arching. austin loved how he could make you, so dick crazy for him.

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