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tadpoleteef · 14 days

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austin smut where him and the reader get super high??? it’s super sloppy and messy and he lets out some pent up rage? i feel like that’s hot

blazed

1.8k words, not proofread (it’s 6am i haven’t slept, i will fix when i awake)

SMUTTTTT & weed — can’t go wrong w this combo

once again, please lmk if this is not what you wanted, i always want to deliver. hope u enjoy!

“holy shit stop chiefing” you giggled as you extended your arm towards your golden haired friend.

“shut up,” he choked out. nonetheless, he passed the joint.

you inhaled and closed your already low eyes, allowing the fuzzy funny feeling to take over your mind.

“hey,” you damn near shouted, “next time, i’ll bring. i’ll roll a blunt.”

austin would’ve scolded you for how loud you were talking if he wasn’t so taken aback by your words. he scoffed, “you? roll a blunt? please.”

to which you replied jokingly offended, “oh really? cus i’d love to see you roll one.”

he didn’t say anything but he laughed and held his head down. the silence making you aware of how much time had passed since you got to austin’s place.

when you first arrived, you had accompanied him in his car while he was waiting on his plug. the guy was cool, especially when he threw in a free gram after trying to flirt with you. you were so busy drooling over bud, you didn’t realize how tight austin’s jaw had been clenched. knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel, ready to pull off and run over the mf’s foot.

however, he waited until the loser was done throwing pick up lines your way. poor guy didn’t even notice how you only looked at him when he still had the bag in his hand. now that it was in your possession, you never picked your head up once to look back at him.

instead of smoking what he had just bought, austin pulled out a pre roll for the two of you to smoke. “how lame,” you muttered, as if you didn’t just get free weed just for being pretty. insane that i can still pull even in an old tee and pajama pants.

now here you were, sitting next to him on the living room floor of his apartment. you thought about his comment shitting on you and your rolling skills and it made your mind wander. you were curious as to how focus he would look. how his forefront strands of hair would hang as he’d look up at you through them. eyes piercing into your own and he’d bring the paper to his mouth and seal it with a lick.

god, thinking of that part right there was enough to have you sitting across from his with your mouth agape, looking dumb as hell. you quickly tried to clear your brain so you could speak a coherent sentence.

“leeettttssss do something,” you sang as you tapped your fingers together, posed as an evil villain.

“like?”

“i don’t know honestly,” you took a while to find the rest of your sentence. “maybe a snack, im about to get hungry.”

he just stared at you. you stared back, standing your ground. if you wanted a snack, you were gonna get a goddamn snack.

after a brief moment of intense eye contact, he bursted into a fit of laughter, “i’m sorry, i literally didn’t hear anything you just said.”

as you sat there annoyed and hungry, you rolled your eyes before getting up and walking to the kitchen.

it took him a few minutes to calm down so you just rummaged through his stuff while he found it in him to stop hacking like a hyena.

you found a tub of ice cream in the freezer and you diverted your attention to his cabinets in hopes of finding caramel or any toppings.

you heard a big sigh and soft footsteps before being enveloped from behind. this was new, austin had never done anything like this before.

“aww is the big baby mad i made a joke,” he mocked. as quickly as you felt warmth from his embrace, was as quickly as you felt ice cold.

“asshole,” you said as you tried to push him off by pushing yourself away from the counter.

neither of you budged. he held tight.

“look, i have the munchies and im really not in the mood, aus. let’s just eat and find something to do. just please don’t blow my high.”

he immediately jolted back. “don’t blow your high?” he repeated in aggravated disbelief. he did a 180 before speaking again, “alright fineee, c’mon let’s make a sundae and find something funny to watch”

you were thankful for his quick change of attitude.

he had pulled out a bunch of junk ranging from sprinkles and peanuts to marshmallow sauce. you were excited.

you both sat on the sofa, searching through a streaming service for something to kick off the giggles.

“you are taking entirely too long,” austin slowly managed to get out. it was accompanied by a chuckle. “the ice cream is melting and i’m about to spark up again.”

“well how about you look,” you said sternly before rapidly softening your features, “i kept getting stuck and just staring into space,” you giggled.

after smoking some more and finally settling down on a youtube video, you both had began slurping the melted concoction.

you must’ve been eating like a starved man the way austin had completely stopped and just watched you.

when you finally noticed his eyes on you, you got flushed.

with his spoon gripped tightly in his hand, he sunk himself into the couch, pressing his back into it. “don’t stop.”

his eyes were hooded and red, his mouth slightly parted. his wish was your command, for now. you picked up your spoon and instead of putting it directly to your mouth, you let it drip into your mouth, ice cream running down your chin.

the bunch cherries that you had put on top that were now floating in the bowl, you brought those to your lips and teased them with your tongue. softly gliding your tongue around them only to take them into your mouth while and suck.

one of them being really soggy, burst from the pressure of your mouth. with now dark stained lips that tasted of sweet sugar, you began to lift your arms to take off your shirt.

austin pounced on you and instantly latched his mouth to your boob. the sensation was so intense especially since you were high. you threw your head back and closed your eyes as he took turns attacking both of your nipples.

he attempted to peer at you, while his warm tongue was drawing circles around your sensitive buds.

just from that alone, you began to writhe against him, bucking your hips hoping he’ll get the hint and tend to other matters.

hint taken. he brought his hands down to your pants. he tugged on the waistband for you to take them off. after quickly pushing his head away from your chest, you did just as he wanted.

he laid you back down and trailed small kisses down your stomach to your heat, where he began to eat like he hadn’t eaten in months. your view was obscene. his mouth and chin glistening with a coat of your fresh slick on it, the way his hair and head moved viscerally as he was immersed into eating you out. he made out with your vagina, alternating between sucking on your clit and diving his tongue into your hole.

the combinations were making you twitch while trying to keep your eyes on him. your hands found his hair and whenever you tugged, it made him even more of an underfed monster. he placed his hands on the back of your knees and took you from your spread eagle position and pushed your legs all the way back. he held you down that way too, as ate you with more force, his nose getting involved.

he stopped for a breather, pulled himself up for air. you can’t even begin to comprehend what the hell just happened. and before you could try, he drew a long line of warm spit onto your puffy and swollen cunt.

“are you ready,” he asked.

you nodded your head. and in he went, slowly. it took a second getting adjusted to his size. he kept moving at a leisurely pace to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you. that is, until he saw your facial expressions change, going from tense to fucked out again.

he began to roll his hips as he sped up. “you think the plug can fuck you like this?”

you weren’t even sure you understood what he said. you just grumbled in response.

“hm?” he questioned as he tapped your face lightly.

“turn around.”

he had you leaning over the armrest of the couch as he pounded you from behind. the fat as your ass jiggling every time his pelvis met your cheeks. he loved watching your body move, he was mesmerized. he delivered a couple blows every now and then just to see it move on command, or he’d take ahold of your love handles and use them as helping points.

he had slutted you out, your face was flat on its right side on the armrest, spit drooling from your mouth, and eyes damn near closed.

“how much weed do you think he’d give you if you let him fuck you?” he ticked his tongue, “tch, not a lot from what i’m seeing.”

“a-austin please,” you whined. he was being unnecessarily rude. telling lies. he knows you are beyond capable of getting anything you want with the way you guys were fucking.

“i’m just mmm- messing,” he moaned, “ah fuck. fuck me baby.”

and that you did. you threw it back to meet his thrusts and you did so with enough force to make him cum instantly.

he swatted at your ass before grabbing it, “fuck baby you’re gonna drain me.”

hearing that made you go even faster, determined to make him cum. he didn’t know what to do or where to grab or what to say. his hands went from your butt, to your sides, to your hair. holding two makeshift pigtails as he started to overpower your thrusts with his own.

“ohhmy- mmm austin,” you begged, “pl-“ he shoved his hand over your mouth, forcing your head to tilt back as it felt like he reached a new depth within you with this position.

“shut the fuck up.” though, you could barely hear him over the sounds of the slapping skin.

“i-i’m gonna cum baby.”he said loudly before quickly pulling out of you, to let his load spray onto your back. your body immediately dropped. you were just lying there for a bit so you didn’t see him leave to go get you a cool towel to clean you up.

your chest was heaving, you were covered in sweat, you could imagine what you looked like now. if the plug saw you right now, would you still be able to pull?

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tadpoleteef · 23 days

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gamer girl 👾

18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 1.5k

pairing: austin x female!reader

warnings: SMUT, oral (m receiving), lil fem dom???, unprotected sex

summary: austin’s playing video games with friends and isn’t paying attention to you. long story short you end up trying to dom him which obvi doesn’t go far and then you ride him in his gaming chair yassssss.

a/n: hiii so i’ve been reading fan fiction for years and i’ve always wanted to write it. i wrote an austin butler one shot like 2 years ago, posted it, but it was just awful so i deleted it. then i had a the summer i turned pretty phase, and wrote a one shot about jeremiah fisher confessing his love to you. this story was also deleted because of how just awful it was. anyway, i think my writing has gotten a little better soooo here’s a little smut one shot for ya.

꒦꒷♡꒷꒦

it was around 8pm on a saturday night, and you and austin were at home, spending the rest of your night in your little apartment. you were sitting on your bed in a short white lace nightgown, scrolling through instagram. austin was across the room sitting at his desk, playing a game on his xbox. he had been playing for a little while now, screaming at his friends into the microphone and raging everytime he had to redo the level.

getting a little tired of his lack of attention, you put your phone down and walked over to where he was sitting. you stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders gently. he relaxed into your touch, leaning back into the chair with his eyes still locked on the screen in front of him. you leaned down to his ear and whispered,

“are you having fun, handsomel?”

it took him a second to respond, so you tapped his shoulder lightly which made him look back at you then back at the screen.

“uh- what? oh yeah im fine sorry im about to die”

right when he said that the tv went black and the words “game over” illuminated the screen. you could hear his friends complaining through the microphone. he threw the controller down on the game, rubbing his eyebrows and letting out a sigh.

you giggled a little bit, it was funny to see a grown man get so upset over a video game. “it's okay love, just try again” you spoke. he turned around with a stern look, “i can’t just fuckin’ try again, it’s gonna take me hours to redo all this.”

you were a little taken back by his harsh tone, so you took your hands off his shoulders and rolled your eyes, annoyed that the game was getting more attention than you. you layed back on the bed staring at the ceiling. you weren’t upset that austin was choosing his game over you right now, i mean he worked practically everyday so he needed a break sometimes, you were just craving him. jeez, when were you not? you wanted his touch, his lips on yours and his domination. you wanted him right now and that was the only thing going through your mind. acting on your thoughts you walked over again but this time you stood in front of him, between him and the desk.

“baby- could you please move?” he moved his head to the left and right trying to see around your waist. you stepped closer and put your legs through the arm holes of the chair, lowering yourself onto his waist. you were now facing him, your chests together as he looked at the screen with a confused, mad look. He kissed your cheek then laid his chin on your shoulder, pressing down the buttons on the controller. you smirked knowing he had no idea what was about to come.

you started off light, moving your hips back and forth. you weren’t sure if he knew you were even moving so you applied some more pressure, fully sitting on his dick. “guys over there ov-” he stopped mid sentence. with your smirk growing bigger, you went faster, now basically dry humping him. he switched the mic setting so it was on mute and questioned “what are you doing?”

you looked at him and took off the straps of your nightgown, letting it fall down to your waist, showing off your matching white undergarments. he looked at you up and down, drinking in your figure. you had him wrapped around your finger.

you bent down to is ear and whispered, “you’re gonna sit still and act normal while i take your dick, sound good?” you cocked your head to the side, awaiting his response. he looked up at you with a shocked expression, coming from your dominance toward him. “i like it when you’re bossy.” he squeezed your thigh. “and you didn’t answer my question.” you added to his compliment. he gave you the ‘let’s see what you got look,’ and you knew you had the okay. you took a little less pressure off his waist so he could pull down his sweatpants, boxers following.

you sat down so his member was resting, hard, against your stomach. you looked away from his piercing eyes and spat onto the tip, slowly taking your thumb and spreading it around. he bit his lip and closed his eyes for a split second taking in the feeling. he snapped out of his trance quickly when his friends started yelling at him for his inactivity.

he went to respond but you stroked his cock slowly and he but his lip to hide back a moan and put the mic on mute again. you bit the inside of your cheek trying not to smile after seeing how much pleasure he was receiving. he let out a low groan when you cupped his balls slowly. you stopped your hands, looking at him. he quickly mouthed “sorry” as he disobeyed you. “not one noise from you” he nodded and you stroked him again.

after a few minutes of austin holding back moans, you could tell he was close, he was barely even focusing on the game anymore, mostly on the way your fingers gently warmed his cock. you stopped and stood up moving your panties to the side. he furrowed his eyebrows, needing more of your touch.

“how bad do you want it?” you rubbed your clit slowly in front of him. he looked down at your hand then back up at you. “really really bad” he took one hand off his controller and grabbed your waist. you switched the settings so the mic was now on and got close to it, “hi boys, austins not feeling to well, gonna let him get some rest.”

after you finished your sentence austin said bye then immediately smashed his lips into yours. the kiss was sloppy but deep, both just focusing on grabbing whatever skin you could. he pulled away and rubbed the tip against your clit gently. you sucked in a breath, knowing that meant he wanted you now. you moved forward a little more and slowly sat down. you two had just had sex two days ago but every time he first entered you, it was like you were a virgin all over again. he was without a doubt big, stretching you out as you finally sat all the way down on his cock. you moaned and let your head fall back.

wanting more, you moved your hips back and forth, placing your hands on his chest. “does that feel good angel?” he questioned, blue eyes staring into yours. “yes, oh yes” you started to go faster, austin saw your need and started fucking up into you. at the angle you two were sitting at, he was hitting your g spot with the first thrust. your moans turned into screams as he hammered into you.

“oh my god aus that's so good” you moaned and he smirked and then faster, the room becoming hotter by the second. he took one of your hands and pressed it against your stomach hard. you could feel his dick going in and out of you. “you feel my big my dick fucking your pretty pussy? gonna put a fuckin’ baby you mama”

his words brought you over the edge, and he could tell you were about to cum. he circled your clit with his fingers taking one last glance at your gorgeous body being destroyed before you cried out a moan. your orgasm sent a hot flash through your whole body. your legs were shaking and your heart was racing. without even thinking you got off austin and got on your knees in front of him, trying to help him out.

he laughed, “such a good girl helping me out” he made a makeshift ponytail with your hair and was forcing your head down. the sounds coming out of your mouth were erotic. girks and glugs filled the room and you could feel tears streaming down your face. his dick started to twitch in your mouth and you grabbed his balls again. you felt the warm cum coat your throat before you tasted it. you swallowed and took your head off him, sitting back onto your calves.

he leaned forward into the chair, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. He had never seen anything more sexy. your hair was all frizzy, mascara running down your face onto your neck, and a mix of his cum and spit spilling down your lip. He wiped it off with his thumb and then placed it in your mouth and you sucked the mixture off.

“you really thought you could dominate me?” he laughed and helped you up, sitting you down on the bed.

“hey, i had you for like the first 10 minutes” you responded smilining.

he wiped you up, got you all clean, and took you to bed. you two ended the night off by having multiple little tickle fights, and arguing over which board game you should play next weekend. right before you drifted off you heard austin's voice softly say.

“I will admit, domination by y/n y/l/n is something we should do more often.” his words took you by surprise, but you smirked and snuggled closer to him.

yep, wrapped around your finger

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler x reader smut

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tadpoleteef · 23 days

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RAHHHHH ILY ILY ILY ILY

hi love hope you’re doing amazing, i have a request 🤭 so basically the reader goes to a bar with a little band playing and she’s there all cute with her friends and then austin is also there with his friends and they see eachother and give like those little glances at the bar. and then when everyone goes to dance, the reader sees austin looking at her and like signals him over, and then they dance tgth for a little bit. if u want to you could do some smut in the bathroom but up to u

ty xx💋

1.3k words, no title cus idkkkk, not proofread (im sorry :c)

SMUT

i had fun with this, i won’t lie. thank u sm for this & i hope i delivered what you were asking for! if not pls lmk, id hate to disappoint!!

having a god pressed up against you as you swayed your hips and ass onto his body behind you was not the way you planned for your night to go. you weren’t exactly opposed to it either.

the feel of his hands running up and down your body was exhilarating. you threw your head back onto his shoulder, his warm and alcoholic breath fanned out onto you. the intoxicating scent of his cologne, it was all you could inhale.

as you both locked eyes, he slithered his hands in areas you hadn’t let anyone touch in months. he snaked one around your neck and the other underneath your thin excuse of a top.

shameless of your actions on the dance floor, you stifled a little moan as he played with your boob. taking two of his fingers and grinding your nipple in between them. it made you weak.

he grinned down at you devilishly when he saw your reaction. with your mouth slightly opened, he took the opportunity to produce a string of his warm spit that still tasted of tequila onto your tongue. and like the aroused mess you were, you swallowed it desperately.

his grip around your neck tightened and you realized his attention had averted to the bathroom door.

you were definitely “dtf” but those weren’t exactly singular stall restrooms and you were in no mood for an interruption that would leave you sexually frustrated.

“car,” you barely croaked out, but he heard you.

you were undeniably horny by then but you were in no rush, the sole presence of him being enough to keep you happy.

you don’t even know his name, you just thought he was hot.

it was saturday night. you had your speakers blaring as you followed the gps to a bar your friend wanted to try. you were excited, it was a different part of the city. you had a feeling you’d end up the designated driver for the night, so you made a mental note to not drink as much as you truly wanted to.

before exiting the car, you prepped yourself. it had been a good minute since you and your friends had a night out. you felt intimidated by what was to come. however, you were still beyond ready to get inside and have a ball.

stepping into the building, you were immediately hit with an overwhelming amount of stimulation. the sight of bodies being meshed together in rhythmic motion of the music, the smell, the humid feel of the air — you could taste the alcohol already.

you found your friends and spent a while, chatting it up. you hadn’t really had the chance to look around. after ordering your first drink, you took the liberty of leading the group to the dance floor.

you had no doubt you and your friends were some of the prettiest girls there and you could the feel the eyes on you guys. but you paid no mind to the drunken men who gawked over a hot body.

there was one who had caught your eye. you couldn’t make out much due to the colored lights and your blurred vision, but you definitely noticed the way he looked at you.

time passed on and you couldn’t keep track of how many stolen glances you had taken of the mystery man.

more time had passed and the number of dancing people began to drop. sparsely, there were a couple of pairs grinding on each other and small secluded groups still standing.

he had been a wallflower all night. you decided it was time to cut him loose.

you thought about mustering up the courage to walk over but then he had turned and you made eye contact. with a beckoning hand, he made his way over to you.

to anyone who had seen, it looked as if you both knew each other. not a word was spoken.

—————

you tried your hardest not to stumble as you made your way to your car. as your reached for your keys, he tapped your shoulder.

“are you sure?”

his voice was as warm and smooth as whiskey, with a drawl heavy enough to make you drop dead.

you unlocked the car and replied, “100%.”

you climbed into the backseat and you were immediately attacked by his mouth.

“y/n,” you breathed out in between kisses.

“beautiful,” he responded, “austin.”

“sexy,” you giggled.

he pulled himself away, chest heaving before speaking, “i’m clean, have you tested lately.”

you nodded, surprised that you let yourself get this far. you didn’t even know this man, he could be an ax murderer.

“hey what’s wrong?,” he expressed worry after seeing your face.

you shook your head before stating strongly, “nothing, i just spaced out for a sec.”

he nodded to himself.

with his legs parted, you wanted to pounce on him at any moment.

“push your seat up.”

you complied immediately and crossed over to the front to move the seats for more space. when you returned to your spot, you began to undress. he followed suit.

“ride me.”

and that you did.

the sound of skin slapping was enough to alert any passerby who was left roaming the streets at this time of night.

the fogged up windows gave you the confidence to put on a show. you rolled your hips, throwing your head back and moaning softly.

“fuck y/n, y’so goddamn pretty”

his hands stayed on your hips, guiding you up and down his length. the pleasure that took over you whenever you would slam back down was immense.

austin reached his head toward your breast and began to suck.

your legs started to quiver. he noticed and his hands flew to your bud, circling with enough pressure to stimulate you.

the panting, the sweat, the incessant moans, it was all so much. you enjoyed it. you enjoyed steamy sex with a hot stranger.

he gave a couple snacks to your ass before stilling you.

“turn around,” he breathed out.

you were tired. “i can’t.”

he feigned concern, “aw, i’m sorry princess. it’s okay, just lie on your stomach.”

you felt comforted by his words until you assumed position and he gave you one hell of a hit.

you had no time to respond before he slammed into you. he had an extreme pace off the bat, immediately drilling into you.

“a-aust-,” you tried to push his name out but you couldn’t.

“look at you. taking it like such a pretty princess.”

he grabbed onto your hair, making it into a pony. his thrusts were relentless.

your cries were excessive. you were pleading his name. or trying to, you had begun to drool and babble.

he slowed down a bit, “y’such a good girl.”

“i’m your good g-girl.”

he chuckled, “i’m gonna finish alright?”

you drawled out a moan before begging, “inside.”

“nuh uh,” he grunted, “you’re too fucked out to see what you’re asking for.”

“please can i have it daddy?” you mewled.

you don’t know if it was the name or your tone or just the question in general, but it switched something in him.

austin picked up his pace again but this time it felt giving. like he wanted to hand over everything to you, give himself completely away. to you, he wanted to give his all to you.

and as greedy as you were for it, he definitely gave.

with a couple more staggering thrusts, he finished.

you tried to catch your breath as he pulled out.

the absence of him inside you, made you a bit sad. feeling his cum leak out added on to that. your body had collapsed onto the seat and you were too tired to get up just yet.

your body jolted when you felt a kiss pressed against your ass. austin had begun peppering kisses down a trail, from your behind to your pussy.

“what are you doing,” you smiled into your words.

“did you think we were finished?”

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tadpoleteef · 30 days

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~3.6k words; smut

there’s actual plot this time n not jus p*rn

it’s the way i can’t commit to writing fics that i say i will or ones that i have in my drafts that have been sitting for months (almost years), but i can spontaneously write an entire fic at 4am after seeing a clip of matthew mcconaughey at a football game.

i proofread it once so if you still see grammatical errors, shoot me 😜

uhhhh if you want you can think of whoever, i only used his name a couple of times so do as you please. so if you want elvis or austin or anyone, you can have that. i just saw the clip and he has aged like fine wine and i couldn’t stop thinking of him.

i’ll include that.

also i have a different version of this that i started last year about austin butler but i never finished. i personally like that one better and i may post it but it’s unfinished.

this was just an idea i had about running away with an older guy .. cus i love fantasizing older men.

you loved the life you had, it was such a beautiful contrast from the one you’d previously been living.

no longer were you walking the streets during the day and working them at night. you now spend most of your days in the passenger seat of your boyfriend’s white ‘66 mustang coupe and the nights in different motel rooms.

before matthew hitched you along on his journey across the country, you didn’t trust any man. and as grateful as you are that you didn’t, to this day, you can still never bring yourself to understand why you trusted him.

maybe it’s the way he just gave off this sense of nonchalantly passing through life, hanging onto the wind and letting it take him anywhere.

maybe it was his age, you loved older men, especially the category that he fell into — wise, a bit out of touch, practical, but with lots of game.

you could tell he know what to do with a woman. & that he stopped chasing a long time ago, now they fall into his lap.

he’s mysterious.

you liked it. liked it so much that you hopped in his car and said take me away, liked it so much that you looked up to him in more ways than one, liked it so much that you don’t regret leaving your life behind.

but then again, what life did you have? nothing… you had nothing to lose, so why stay?

you call him your boyfriend.

you don’t know what he calls you. in talks of what you mean to him.

he keeps to himself most of the time. only speaking when he has to. even though he had a little mean streak, you’d take his rude & dismissive grunting over any words another “man” could give you.

you were a street wanderer. living with your preacher father. a boring life. you knew you were meant for better. so the day matthew walked into one of the only gas stations in town, you knew he was your ticket.

you were loitering in front of the store with your friend who usually accompanied you in the streets. both of you gawking at the beaut of a car rolling to a halt. & gawking even harder when its driver stepped out.

you watched intently as he walked into the store and you took one last long hit before following him.

not looking for anything in particular, you picked up two big shots and some seeds. you continued to aimlessly walk opposite of the aisles he would walk down, stalking the older man through the products.

ding.

it was your father, telling you that he would be expecting you at bible study later. when you looked back up in search for the man of your dreams, he was gone.

you began walking to the register to quickly pay for your things and exit, hoping you wouldn’t miss the stranger before he was gone forever.

when you got there, so was he. talking to the cashier with a southern drawl so smooth, you could feel it.

your ears were only picking up bits of the conversation because you were drowning in daydreams.

“naw im not from here, jus driving through. on my way up north and across.”

the worker responded with something unimportant to you. all you could focus on was this man, alone, driving across the country.

as silly as it was, you imagined yourself riding with him. the breeze smacking your face as you left behind this tragic life.

this life full of sadness and mundaneness. this town of nobodies, laborers, nothing lively.

you were meant for the city, not dusty lawns and the same old faces you’d seen since you were a baby.

he left the store and threw your stuff on the counter, adding a $10 to his pump to help start a conversation.

as you walked out, you held your head high, hoping to radiate confidence. he was sat inside his car, lighting a cigarette and letting his car warm up before pulling off.

you tapped on the passenger side window. he threw a questioning glance your way before rolling it down.

“i heard you have some driving to do, so i paid for a little gas.”

he looked to the machine and then back at you.

“thanks darling,” he said.

“yeah, i don’t mean to be nosy but where are you headed?”

“boston.”

boston

your mind flooded with images of yourself having a blast up there. meeting all sorts of people who don’t judge, discovering life outside of this small one.

“wow, i’ve never been that far away before. i’ve never had the opportunity… but if i met a guy who was going and offered me to come with, id take it and run”

the blond just studied you, analyzing you and your not so subtle hint.

you spoke up again, “i wouldn’t be missed.”

he didn’t reply at all, he just got out and started filling his car up.

you turned around to look at the storefront. you caught your friend as she was leaving, assuming she had grown tired of just sitting alone. you waved.

you watched her descend down the street, her footsteps dragging and hands in her pocket. you didn’t want to walk alongside her anymore, sharing that energy.

you wanted her to do better for herself too but you can only really worry about yourself. she’ll figure it out.

you gave your attention to the man still standing across the car with his back turned to you.

“shouldn’t you be doin’ homework or something, miss.”

you paused before responding to actually comprehend what was said to you. you cleared your throat.

“actually, no i do not, mr.”

“where are your parents?”

“where’s yours?”

“if i take you with me, are you sure you’re not gonna yell bloody murder?”

“if i come with you, are you sure you’re not gonna bloody murder me?”

he chuckled to himself before putting the nozzle back to the tank.

“you got any stuff packed?”

“no,” you paused, “i don’t need much.”

he clicked his teeth.

“alright then.”

———————

you guys took your time driving through the states, adding stops here and there to explore. every now and then you would stop for necessities, though, like at thrifts for clothes and dollar stores for hygienic products.

he seemed to be in no rush to get to his final destination, and who were you to complain?

you wouldn’t go back home for anything in the world, you enjoyed staring out the window driving through places you’d only seen on tv. being able to step into different worlds every time you visited some place new. even being able to sleep in different places excited you.

matthew picked up on that, which is why he had no problem with going everywhere you wanted to go.

it wasn’t just the journey you were on but who you were with. although his conversation was short, you still loved hearing him talk & having some with him. you loved looking at him, watching him as he drives. you loved sleeping beside him, feeling the warmth of his body.

you loved thinking about him in ways you wouldn’t dare say out loud.

———————

it was storming outside.

you could tell from the clouds brooding overhead this morning when the two of you were leaving the motel.

“gonna rain badly,” you’d heard him mumble to himself.

the humid air was thick. it was warm and the wind carefully passed over your body. the gray color of the sky made you feel gloomy and gross.

you had already been on ten this morning with the man, giving him attitude regardless of what he said to you. it was his fault, you explained that to him. if he hadn’t picked the worst motel ever, this morning wouldn’t have been so troubling for you.

the pillows were tough, the ac kept clanking, the water wouldn’t stay hot for two whole minutes, & the hair dryer was broken.

you were pissed. reasonably so, too. you had begged not to turn into a super 8, but he was too tired to keep driving.

so it was no surprise when you didn’t drop your attitude upon leaving.

however, he was not in the mood either. dealing with you all morning and partially last night had taken a toll on him.

you slammed the door upon entering the car.

“goddamnit y/n,” he snapped, “yer actin’ like a bitch do you know that?”

“i’m well aware.”

he ran his hand through his hair before exhaling and starting the car.

he seemed frustrated which was a first. you hadn’t known him long, obviously, so who were you to say but you’d never seen him show any emotion really besides contentment.

you wanted to see how far you could go. it scared but intrigued you at the same time.

“i’ve had a horrible night, please do as you usually and shut up. leave me alone.”

he turned the car off, undid his seatbelt, retrieved his bag from the back seat, and went inside.

you couldn’t believe it.

you stormed out of the car behind him, running a bit to catch the door.

“what are you doing?”

he didn’t answer.

“i won’t ask you again, what the hell are you doing?”

“what the hell does it look like im doin’,” he plopped down on the bed, “you need to watch your mouth talkin’ t’me.”

you walked over to where he was sitting.

“maybe you shouldn’t be such a damn jerk all the time.”

he gritted his teeth. you were really working him up.

“too goddamn unappreciative, that’s what you are.”

“you’ve given me nothing to appreciate.”

——————

you don’t remember how and nor do you care but someway, you ended up with matthew between your legs.

his stubble prickling the inside of your thighs as he had your legs pushed into yourself with a firm grip. slurping and licking at your sensitive clit.

your frilly moans were strung out into the air as you could barely get them out. you tried pushing his head away, grabbing him lightly by the hair — you couldn’t handle the way his lips were kissing and sucking on you down there.

he removed his mouth from you to speak. the bottom half of his face wet with you arousal. “still so damn ungrateful.”

he didn’t wait for you to say anything, he just went right back to what he was doing.

he ate you with greed, switching up his space yet still maintaining that insane level of gluttony.

his tongue trailing his licking path, outlining your entire heat. circling it around your clit and latching his lips on to suck gently.

you began to convulse as you moaned, signaling your orgasm. but he didn’t want that, not yet at least.

he stopped.

you shuddered as he pulled away to lick at his fingers, lapping your juices up.

and your vagina twitched from the sudden lack of pleasurable attention. trying to feel the things his mouth made you feel just a little longer to reach your release.

“w-what why stop?”

he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “i dunno, i don’t think you deserve it.”

your chest heaved as you rolled over onto your side, closing your legs from the cool air. you took a moment to think.

two can play games.

“that’s fine.”

you opened your legs again and brought a finger to your mouth. sucking on it, making sure it was well lubricated before sticking it in.

you drawled out a moan as it went in, being a little dramatic for the man in front of you. “i can just do it myself.”

you fingered yourself, in and out, in and out, in and out, displaying the most pornographic expressions upon your face.

he didn’t want to admit that you were making him feral, that he wanted to pound you into the cheap mattress just from looking at you.

“what a shame,” he got up from the bed and sighed, “y’so nasty and vile. i noticed from the day we met how you’ve looked at me. like you want me to fuck you til you can’t take it anymore.”

a wave of humiliation washed over you. you just wanted to cover up your body and have the bed swallow you whole.

“don’t stop unless i tell you to.”

he looked down at you with hooded eyes and it turned you on. he watched you move your finger around and bring yourself to fruition.

well, almost.

he swatted your hand away, only to push his fingers into your mouth.

“show me what you can do.”

this was your opportunity, another one. wow, you really had been unthankful. matthew had been your way out, he kindly let you hitch along. and look now, he’s allowing you to slut yourself out for him.

how gracious of him.

he pushed his digits to the back of your throat and you gagged but you kept them in your mouth as you bobbed your head back and forth.

you closed your eyes to focus on not pushing him away, but that was ended swiftly when he startled you with his words. “keep them open.”

and you did. you kept the open and on him, looking up to meet his eyes while saliva streamed down from the corners of your mouth.

with his other hand, his dry hand, he unzipped his jeans.

“take it out, but don’t stop.”

this was hard, you felt his briefs … a very hard task at hand indeed.

once his member was freed, he took his fingers from your mouth and just looked at you before speaking, “c’mere,” as he got on the bed next to you, his head falling back against a pillow. “make it wet.”

you gulped, it was big — not too uncomfortably big, but still a bit large.

“stop starin’ yer acting like you’ve never seen one before,” he paused to laugh, “and the way you were slobberin’ all over my fingers, i know you’ve done more than just seen one.”

you moved in between his legs, laying on your belly.

you made sure your lips weren’t dry before taking it into your mouth. which made you realize how he hadn’t kissed you at all yet. he had eaten your most intimate part but hadn’t kissed you.

you were working his length down your throat, trying hard to keep your tongue out and not chomp down.

you could hear his labored breathing but you wanted more, you needed to know what he sounded like in bliss, singing your name.

so you sped things up. spit spilling out of your mouth and onto the hand you had been stroking what you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

his breathing got heavier.

you were working the hell out of yourself. were you not good?

his hand at the back of your head interrupted your thoughts, as he pushed you all the way down. your tongue salivating over his pipe that you were forced to engulf and leaking spit onto his coarse unshaven hair.

you could feel his balls on your chin and all you could think about was how good they’d feel smacking your clit as he hit from behind.

your lack of air pulled you from that daydream. you desperately tried to breathe through your nose but it was too overwhelming.

slapping his thighs made him release you. but not entirely — he let you come up for air just to go right back down again. but this time, he didn’t hold you still. he was bobbing your head for you, guiding you.

you began to moan and the vibrations bubbled your spit and elicited a couple gasps from him.

your eyes rolling to the back of your head every time he brought your head down. the way you’d touch his balls with your tongue. how pretty you were with your mouth stretched.

he loved what he saw. “mm c’mon. can’t wait any longer. gotta get inside.”

you heaved for air, trying to get more into your lungs. you wiped the saliva off your face with your hands.

“on yer back.”

once again, you were laid out in front of him. ready for whatever he was going to give you.

he crawled between your legs on the bed and was eye level with your pussy again.

his thick fingers scissored your hole to prepare you for him. and after a while, he rose and placed himself at your entrance.

“you ready?”

you nodded your head, afraid of what you might sound like after the tip of his cock had been beating against your throat.

he began to push himself in, gasping as he felt the immediate clamping of your hole.

“fuck, ‘m gonna go slow.”

you appreciated that seeing as taking him in was a bit painful. you had to adjust to his girth. you winced before trying to steady your breathing and focusing on the immense pleasure you were going to feel.

he was completely in. he took a long pause to relish in the feeling and that allowed you to mentally prepare yourself. you were excited, you knew that he knew what he was doing and you couldn’t wait to experience that.

“y’so damn tight princess.”

just hearing that made you melt. you released a whimper and he started to move.

his pace was agonizingly slow but it felt so good. you could feel the heaviness of him sliding into you, hitting your spots.

with your legs pushed into your chest now, he lowered his head down to meet yours. you were expecting a kiss. “open.”

but instead, he let a string of his saliva pool on the tip of your tongue. “nasty,” was all he said before lifting his head again.

and fucking you like you’ve never been fucked before. his pace swiftly increased causing the wind to be knocked out of your lungs.

sweat began to form across his forehead and he couldn’t be any sexier.

“mmm f-fuck,” you pushed out, “s-so good.”

he was relentless, jackhammering you. the loud squelching of your juices accompanied the noise of your skin meeting his constantly.

“gonna appreciate me now,” he gritted, “hm? fuckin’ answer me.”

you babbled in response, no coherent thoughts at mind. just broken parts of speech fogging your brain.

he slapped you. “look at you. this is what you’ve been begging for and you’re brain dead. this is what you wanted.”

it was becoming too much, his words and his movements. your hands found themselves pushing against his lower body, trying to get him out.

“move your hands.”

“‘s too much,” you whined.

“move them.”

you didn’t listen, you couldn’t. with every stroke he delivered, it was like he was prodding at your cervix trying to get even deeper. the sensation was becoming unbearable, you felt yourself getting ready to unleash your release.

he was getting impatient with your lack of obedience. he slowed down and gently pulled himself out. “turn around.”

from the absence of him impaling you, you were squeezing around nothing.

“so greedy, she wants more doesn’t she”

you still hadn’t moved, which prompted him to lightly slap you again.

once you were in position with your head smushed into the pillows, he slammed back in. not taking any mercy on you.

your head was pulled up by your hair and he had a strong grip.

“you think i’m just gonna let you continue to talk to me how you want to,” he said in between thrusts. you could barely manage to make out what he was saying — the slapping of skin was too loud. “you’re a brat and it seems i have to fuck you like one.”

“n-no gonna be good i promise.”

he gave the fat of your ass a rough slap. “i don’t like liars. the way this pussy is grippin’ me, i know you’re gonna end up like this a lot.”

you mewled, he truly had a way with words. he let your hair go and you fell back face first into the pillow, grabbing the sheets.

“take it.”

you stifled your moans into the bed.

“that’s right. i thought you had so much to say earlier,” he let out between labored breaths, “makin’ a fool of yourself.”

he was right. as domineering as you had been earlier, you were face down, ass up embarrassing yourself. barely putting sentences together, drooling onto the sheets, sucking him in like you never wanted him to leave.

“fuck. this cunt is sucking the life out of me. i can’t stand you young girls. walk around with all this power.”

you could tell he was close to his high, his pace quickening, the sound of his balls hitting you.

you mustered up whatever energy you had left to say, “cum inside me daddy.”

and it caught him so off guard that he did.

he slapped your ass a couple times before stilling and resting as his seed seeped into you. he removed himself and watched it drip out.

your lower half collapsed into the bed, no longer have that force behind you.

the two of you took minutes to regroup your individual selves. your mind raced with questions about yourself and him and the both of you. your thoughts were going a mile a minute, as you tried to remember all of it. how everything led to this. how you were going to end up. and when you would be able to get a plan b…

he lifted himself and made way to the bathroom.

“you gonna join me?”

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