#Sebastian Kydd
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At Your Service
pairing: single dad!austin butler x fem!babysitter!reader
warnings: FILTH. SMUT. minors get lost. references to reader being petite i guess? breeding kink, spanking, sexually frustrated austin, dom austin, a splash of size kink, etc. reader calls aus Mr. Butler and i explode prob missing some. read at yalls own risk.
a/n: i’ve been working on this for weeks in between all my school work and i’m very proud of it. shoutout to @headfullofpresley for the title and the lovely mood board!! and for the rest of my hog cult girlies for your support and encouragement <3
tags: @eliseinmemphis @headfullofpresley @aconflagrationofmyown @woundmetender @foreverdolly @babylovepresley @purejasmine
It was only about ten o’clock when you heard the rustling of keys against the front door. You weren’t expecting Austin to be home so soon, but the exhausted sigh he let out as he kicked his shoes off at the front door told you that tonight was just another one of his unfruitful dates. His keys clattered against the marble countertop in the kitchen, you left your spot on the couch to check in with him.
“Hey, Mr. Butler,” You started. His back was turned to you as he scanned the fridge for a beer, popping the cap off with his ring and carelessly discarding it in the sink. “How was your night?” You asked meekly. He’d been going out on these dates a lot lately and you could see he was growing tired of the routine.
“I’m home at ten p.m. on a Saturday night. That’s how it went.” He huffed after taking a swig from the bottle.
“Oh.” You almost whispered. “Um, the kids have been asleep for the last hour or so. They had dinner and we got through bath time without a fuss.” You told him, trying to change the subject.
Austin pried his gaze from the beer bottle, his eyes were now fixated on you. The kitchen lights were off, but the moonlight seeping in through the window behind him illuminated his figure. You’d never noticed how beautiful his eyes were until this moment; arctic blue irises sparkled, nearly piercing you to the center of your being. “Thanks, hon.” He said. Your cheeks began to burn as his gaze never waivered.
Austin seemed like he was in a haze for a moment until he realized you were probably standing there in front of him, waiting to get paid. He frantically patted himself down and panic flashed in his eyes when he realized he didn’t have his wallet on him. “Dammit!” He nearly yelled as a heavy fist landed on the countertop. “I-I must’ve forgotten my wallet at the restaurant.”
“Oh, it’s okay. I can stop by tomorrow or something.” You assured him. He sighs again.
You realized that dating must’ve been hard for him. Once these girls hear he’s a single father of two and a young divorcee, it seems like they’re just running for the hills. Especially the girls he goes after. Most of them are around your age; freshly 21 and ready to take on the world. They didn’t want to become a stepmother. Not yet, at least.
“Sir, are you okay? I mean, is there anything I can do to help?” You asked hesitantly, slowly walking towards the counter.
Austin let a bitter scoff leave him. Silence lingered in the air for a moment as his head rested in his palms. “Unless you know anyone who’d let me use them ‘til they’re stupid, I don’t think so.”
For reasons you’ll probably have to ask a therapist about, his words made you dizzy. “You can use me, if you want.” The words came hushed, you couldn’t believe you actually said them.
You’d have to be a blind fool to ignore how beautiful Austin was. He was damn near irresistible with those gorgeous blues. Throw his soft, blonde locs and those perfectly pink lips in the mix and he’s just good enough to eat.
He set the beer on the counter and straightened himself out, a hint of a smirk played on his lips. “Darling, as much as I appreciate the offer, you’re too damn little to take the beating I have to hand out right now. Wouldn’t wanna break you.” His comment on your size made a warmth swell between your legs, you chewed on the inside of your lip as he stared you down like a predator stalks its prey.
“Don’t think I haven’t thought of it, though. I have. A lot, actually.” Austin began to ramble a bit. “Sometimes I think I’m fumbling these dates on purpose. I’ve got a pretty young thing back at home that would probably beg me to touch her, use her how I want.” He rounded the counter to make his way over to you. He towered over you, “I just don’t think she can take it.” Austin slipped a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him.
“I can take it, Mr. Butler.” You said shyly, unsure of whether you were being truthful or not. He was so close to you now, you could smell the beer on his breath.
Austin took your hand into his, he marveled at just how small it felt in his hand. Your legs almost gave out when he guided your hand down to his pants and pressed your palm to his length, “Y’sure, hon? I’m not like those boys you’re used to. I just don’t know if you’d be able to handle it.” His tone almost sounded mocking.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated by his size just from palming him through his slacks, but you were already in too deep. “I’m sure. Just wanna help you. Want you to use me.” You were shocked by the words coming out of your mouth, and Austin seemed to be too. He quirked an eyebrow when he heard the last bit of your sentence and his jaw dropped a bit in surprise.
Suddenly, you had whiplash. Austin pushed you against the wall before he smashed his lips onto yours. The taste of beer lingered on his tongue and the smell of his cologne invaded your nostrils. He had one hand cradling your face, and his fingers were so long that you could feel them in your hair. It took you a moment to shake the surprise before you eventually melted into the kiss. You felt his hips grind into you slightly, and your legs nearly gave out again. Your senses were entirely overwhelmed, flooded with him.
He broke the kiss for a brief moment. “Arms around my neck.” He mumbled against your lips before connecting with them again. When you didn’t comply, he pulled away again. “I said, arms around my neck.” It finally registered that he was asking you to do something and you quickly scrambled to do so. Austin bent down a bit to grab your legs and once he picked you up, you almost instinctively wrapped them around his waist. He carted you off upstairs with such ease before he sat down on the edge of the bed, keeping you sat in his lap. The kiss resumed with the same depth of desire, and the way you were straddling his lap allowed you to really feel how hard he was. How massive he was. A shiver ran down your spine at the feeling of him pressed against you.
You kept your arms wrapped firmly around his neck for stability when he pulled his hands away to start unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the floor once he finally got it off. His skin was soft and warm as your hands wandered around his back, feeling the firmness of his muscles. You felt him pawing at the hem of your shirt, telling you to move your arms so he could tear it off.
Now bare chested, Austin yanked you flush against him. His chest kept your breasts trapped against him as his hands fell to your hips, using them to grind you down onto his still clothed length. The fabric of his pants caught your panties in a way that made a soft moan tumble from your lips. “Gotta keep quiet, baby, don’t wanna wake the kids.” He scolded, you simply nodded, biting down on your lip as the friction against your clit was already intensifying. Your pleasure was rudely interrupted when he flipped you onto your back and he stood upright, undoing his belt and shedding his pants. Your eyes widened at the sight of the tip of his cock just barely peeking out of the waistband of his boxers, red and leaking with precum. Austin chuckled at your reaction as he looked down at you sprawled on top of his mattress, “God, you really are a little bit of a thing, aren’t you? Never been with a girl so small. Gonna have to open you up a bit.”
In one swift movement, Austin pulled your skirt and panties off and discarded them to the floor. His hand trailed down your thigh until he reached your core, letting a slender finger swipe through your wet folds. “Really want me to use you, huh?” He questioned just before slipping two fingers into your tight, weeping pussy. You bit your lip so hard you swore you drew blood, trying to choke back a moan as your walls fluttered around his long fingers. Austin laughed, “So fuckin’ tight, god damn. Never thought the girl who takes such good care of my kids was such a slut.” He emphasized his last word, slut, with a curl of his fingers, brushing against your g-spot.
“Fuck, Mr. Butler, feels good.” You whimpered softly, staying conscious of the fact that the kids were asleep down the hall. Austin’s eyes darkened in an instant at his title. Mr. Butler. It sounded so pretty coming from your mouth, the pace at which he was pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy quickly increased. “You want me to use you? You think you’re stretched out enough to take me? Still feelin’ real tight around my fingers, baby.”
“I can take it, Mr. Butler, promise. Use me, please, want you to use me, Sir.” You babbled, overwhelmed with pleasure already.
Austin pulled his hand away despite the way your walls clamped around him in protest. He rid himself of his boxers and your heart thumped in your chest at the sight of his length. He grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, perfectly aligning the tip of his cock with your entrance. You spread your legs a little further to allow him in your space. Calves wrapped tightly around his waist, his head nudged you open and he began to sink inch by euphoric inch into you with a string of swears about how tight you were.
“Ho-fuck, I knew you’d be tight, darlin’. God, you feel like fucking heaven.” Austin grunted as he finally started to thrust into you, still moving slowly at first. “Been thinkin’ about this since I hired you. Seeing you with the kids just makes me wanna take you all for myself, split you open on my cock like a good little slut.”
His thrusts picked up in speed, you bit into his shoulder to keep your moans at bay as your nails anchored into his skin. Somehow, Austin was still forming coherent sentences. “Taking me so good, baby. You on the pill?” He asked, his face buried in the crook of your neck. With a nod, you affirmed that you were and he groaned loudly at your response, the frequency sent a vibration through you and you shivered at the feeling, “Ngh, fuck- wish you weren’t. You’d look so pretty all round with my kid.” All you could do was mewl in response. You could barely comprehend what he was saying with the way his cock was slamming into you with such a delicious force.
Austin’s gaze shifted from your face down to your abdomen and his jaw dropped at the sight. He had to stop himself from cumming right then and there as he saw his cock in your belly with each thrust. “Oh, fuck, look at that, baby.” He drawled, placing your hand over your stomach. “Feel that?” He grunted, thrusting harder, if that was even possible. Your eyes rolled back when you felt him through your stomach. “You’re doin’ so good for me. Taking me so well in this pretty little pussy. Feels so good, baby, I might just have to ruin it for everyone else but me. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?”
“Aus-, Mr. Butler…” was all you could choke out. He surrounded you entirely, all of your senses were on fire just for him. Austin abruptly pulled out and stepped back for a moment, catching his breath just enough to speak.
“On your hands and knees, you’re getting too loud.” He ordered. “What, are you so cockdumb that you can’t hear me? I said, on your hands and knees. Don’t make me tell you again.” Austin seethed once you didn’t respond to his command.
You were grounded just enough to form a snappy response, “That is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
Austin nodded slightly as he bit his lip, a sharp exhale sounded through his nose. He was caught off guard by your sudden attitude, maybe even a little pissed off.
Perhaps it was because he hadn’t been presented with anything he wanted in a long, long time. A hardworking man such as himself could rarely accept anything if he hadn’t earned it. He didn’t expect your off hand comment to incite such a strange feeling within him. All he knew was that he needed to assert himself as the strong, dominant man he is. He needed to show you that he earns his keep.
“Alright,” he said quietly, turning to his dresser and opening the top drawer. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but it sure wasn’t a fucking paddle. “You wanna be a brat? I’ll treat you like a brat then.” He sat on the edge of the bed, roughly pulling you over his thigh and flipping you on your stomach effortlessly.
You were caught off guard by the first slap of the paddle and you couldn’t stop the yelp that escaped you as the searing pain radiated throughout your entire ass cheek.
“Count.” Austin demanded. Your blood was pumping so hard that it muffled your hearing, you didn’t even realize what he said until his fingers threaded themselves into your hair and harshly pulled on it, yanking your head up and looking him in the eye. “I told you to count.” He gritted through clenched teeth, accentuating his frustration with another tug at your hair when he said his last word.
“One.”
“Awh, she knows how to listen.” He cooed mockingly before delivering another smack.
“T-two.”
He placed the paddle down to use his hand to smooth against your ass, grinning to himself when he felt how hot they already were. “Still wanna be a brat, honey? I could do this all night. You look so pretty bent over my knee like this.” Austin kneaded one of your cheeks in his hand as he spoke, providing a sliver of relief before landing another smack to it, now using his hand.
“Three.” You whimpered. You felt his cock twitch against your abdomen when he saw that his hand left a mark that covered your entire cheek. You were so tiny to him, and he was certainly taking advantage of that.
Austin landed several more hits to your ass, your cheeks were tear stained and your thighs were slick by the time he decided he’d punished you enough. As if to say “truce”, he leaned down to press a kiss to the heated, stinging skin of your ass as he massaged the other cheek with his hand. “You gonna behave now?” He whispered against your skin.
“Mhm, yes, Mr. Butler, ‘m sorry.” You whimpered into the now mussed bed sheet, the fabric muffling the sound.
“Good. Hands and knees now, princess.” Austin directed, giving you one last pat on your ass to encourage you up. You gathered all the strength you possibly could and lifted yourself to your knees, leaning down on your elbows. What resembled a growl sounded from behind you as Austin drank in the view. He’s never had such a pretty, young pussy; he couldn’t get enough.
Not of the way it felt sucking his fingers in so greedily. Not of the way it glistened with the blend of your arousal and his. Especially not of the way you felt so tight and warm, wrapped up around his cock like you wanted to keep him there forever. He doesn’t think he’d be able to resist if you asked.
You winced in pain when his hand came into contact with your recently abused ass, but your focus shifted once you felt him slipping back into you from behind. He slowly sank himself inside you until he bottomed out, allowing you to fully feel the stretch. God, it burned like hell. But if this is what hell felt like, you’d spend the rest of your days as a sinner. He filled you so effortlessly, the sensation had you burying your face into his pillow to muffle your moans. You felt him lean over you as you hid your ecstasy, he pressed a kiss between your shoulders, “There’s that good girl,” he muttered against your skin. “I know, it feels so good that you just have to cry out like that. ‘S alright, baby, just muffle those pretty moans into the pillow.”
Slowly at first, Austin thrusted into you, letting you feel every inch and every vein; relishing in the way that your walls would constrict around him with every stroke of your g-spot. As muffled as they may be, he still listened closely to all the precious sounds you were making. He let them engulf him wholly. It was like the most beautiful symphony he’d ever heard; every strangled moan of his title, Mr. Butler, beckoned him closer and closer to his breaking point. Unbeknownst to you, he was still holding back. His subconscious mind knew you were small and fragile, likely easily breakable. But his restraint was fading and it was becoming evident as his thrusts picked up in speed, grabbing you by the waist tightly.
Months of pent up sexual frustration were bursting at the seams. You let Austin take what he needed from you. That’s how you found yourself face down, ass up in his bed in the first place.
He finally began putting some truth behind his thoughts spoken in desperation. Austin finally allowed himself to use you. It was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. From this angle, he was hitting spots you didn’t know existed. You didn’t even think it was possible to feel so good.
Until he hooked a toned arm around your waist, hoisting you up on your knees. You could feel his heart pounding against your back as he held you to his chest, mercilessly rutting into you. A cry of pleasure threatened to escape and you frantically tried to release Austin’s grip on your throat to bring it up to cover your mouth. “Such a good girl, stayin’ quiet for me.” He grunted between thrusts once he realized what you were trying to do, peppering the shell of your ear with kisses as he snaked a rough and calloused hand down to rub circles around your swollen clit.
Before you could even realize, your orgasm was quickly approaching. Austin actually realized it before you did and leaned in to whisper against your skin. “You close, princess? I can feel it, squeezin’ me so tight. Go ‘head and cum for me.” He punctuated his command by nipping at the skin in the nape of your neck. The warmth of his breath fanning against you was all it took for you to come undone.
You were sure you looked pathetic; frantically grabbing at Austin’s arm for purchase and barely able to keep yourself upright, all while muffling your cries of ecstasy into his hand. He wasn’t far behind you, his thrusts became more urgent; nearly insatiable until he buried his cock deep inside you one last time. With an obscene groan that you felt vibrate against your back, Austin filled you with his cum. His cock twitched, triggering a flutter of your walls that incited a moan from behind you.
Your chests heaved in time as he came down from his high. His forehead rested on your shoulder while he recovered, placing a few featherlight kisses to your back every now and then as he kept you full of him.
Austin wrapped an arm around your waist to settle you back on all fours on the bed before pulling out. A shiver ran down your spine and you whimpered as his cum quickly poured out of you, he watched as it flowed and chewed at his lower lip. He was entranced by the sight; his sweet babysitter laid all fucked out on his bed, leaking his cum.
“You alright, honey?” He checked once he could form the words. The way you simply nodded into the mattress made him laugh. “C’mon. Let’s wash up.”
Austin led you to the shower where he gently cleaned you of the sweat, spit and cum.
“Feel better now?” You joked as he rinsed you off.
Austin nodded with a gentle smile and brushed a damp strand of your hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek to hold you to his chest. “Thank you, dear. You have no idea how bad I needed that.”
“Happy to help, sir.”
And you were.
Anything to help Mr. Butler.
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ur austin imagines got me blushin teehee 🤭
but i'm in love w/ the idea of really romantic sex with him like i bet he's so soft dom.. like him grabbing ur hand to hold while he's fucking you real slow and deep and so desperate and moan-y and getting so lovey dovey right before he cums ok bye I'm foaming at the mouth
u are so sweet idk if it’s bc it’s late but it’s making me fucking emotional… 🙅🏻♀️🙅🏻♀️ anyway here you go UR BRAIN IS SO WRINKLY AND BIG I LOVE THIS
12:37. your head turned back from the clock on the night stand back to austin, him on top of you, staring at both of you connecting when you looked down after the eye contact became too much for you.
he knew how much you needed this and he could tell that you were getting tired of the draining and demanding scenes you had once before loved.
“hey, hey.” his low tired voice said as he softly tapped your check to catch your attention again. you looked up at him and melted into him at the way he was holding you.
his hand slipped down to intertwine with yours before he brought both of them up to kiss your wrist.
his heart stopped everytime he looked at you, your hair messily across the pillows, soft plump lips opened with drawn out whines being pulled from them every time he pushed back into you.
“can you wrap your legs around me? cmon. oh- 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁” his head went back as you followed his request, you pulling his chest closer to you as you dug your nails into his shoulder, feeling like he was in your stomach.
your articulate hands ghosting over his features, staring at him in awe and bringing him back to reality. 
after he had been away for filming for months, you both had gotten back into things way too rough right away, not giving eachother time to get used to things again.
besides the rushed quickies in hotel rooms and before he slipped out of bed, absence had indeed made the heart grow fonder, you needed him to the point of tears.
you wanted him to be impossibly close to you, getting frustrated when the closest you could get was letting him be inside you.
he could tell by the way you hooked him closer to you and the way you always reached down to hold his hand that you didn’t need him to play out any scene with you, you just wanted him.
everything felt fuzzy to you as all of your senses were filled by him, genuinely all you could think about was him and the ways you could make him feel good.
clenching around him, he almost fell into you it was so good. slamming both your hands down into the mattress he lowly hummed into you as he kissed you slowly.
his grown out beard and mustache dragged on your chin but it just made you want him more.
“never wanna stop, just wanna stay here” you pushed out as you carded through his blonde hair.
he was needing rutting into you, his tamed patch of hair bumping into your clit making you see stars.
you could tell he was close by the way he was mumbling anything that came to his head into your ear.
“made me all scatterbrained, honey. cant even think when i’m inside you like this.” his voice was higher than usual and laced with need.
your hips were meeting his thrusts without you realizing, him encouraging it with his guided pushes to the back of your thigh.
“inside me please, just wanna feel close to you” you phrased your question as a statement, looking back up to him.
he nodded his head mindlessly as he worked his final thrusts into you, spilling into the condom.
feeling the warmth pushed you over the edge, crying out as he soothed you, working through his own release.
quickly pulling out, you whined as he shushed you. he quickly threw out the condom as you slowly came back.
he pushed back inside of you, bringing a smile to your face as you didn’t feel as cold and empty anymore.
he rolled both of you over, still inside you, pulled the covers over yourselves and tucked his chin on the top of your head, bringing you into him.
you drifted off to sleep last night full of good thoughts (and austin.)
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Saturday Night Live
Austin x Reader
Summary: Austin’s girlfriend gets in some good laughs while watching SNL
Warnings: None:)
Word Count: 373 (Just something short and funny!)
“Okay, you can’t laugh at me.” Austin said from the other side of the door. “I promise I won’t, baby.” I said, nervous for what I’d be laughing at. All I was aware of was that there would be a Jewish Elvis skit, Austin made sure to ask me, his Jewish girlfriend, if I would be offended if he took part in this skit, he’s amazing. I of course told him I would in no way be offended in anything he does. “You’re going to laugh at me.” He said with a sigh. “If you keep hiding, I definitely will!” I said with a laugh. “Fine.” He said opening the door. I had no words, absolutely zero. My boyfriend was currently standing in front of me with makeup on, a wig, glasses, a skirt, floral shirt and heels. “This is a zisater.” He said shaking his head, trying not to laugh. “What did you just say?” I asked. “I said-” He pulled his button up shirt open. “-Zhis iz a zisazter!” He said absolutely cracking up. “This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen!” I said joining him in laughter. “I’m kind of scared of you honestly.” I said as I looked him up and down. “Now don’t you be scared of Ms. Lois.” He said in an accent. “Oh my gosh, stop! I’m going to cry laugh if you don’t stop.” I said sitting down on the couch. “Mr. Butler, we’re ready for you.” A stage manager said. “I’ll be right there.” Austin nodded. “I love you, do great!” I said, blowing him a kiss. “I love you, deary!” He said in that voice again. “Go away!” I said, laughing.
I watched the screen as he performed, as Lois said how horny she is and threw her underwear on the stage. I don’t even know how I made it through this alive.
Austin ran back in the room, out of breath, after the skit. “Are you okay?” He asked, seeing my tear streaked face. “Never better, that was the funniest thing you’ve ever done.” I said. “I’m glad you liked it.” He said smiling. “Go change, I can’t take you seriously.” I said with a laugh. “Right.” He said snapping his fingers.
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taking the next step | austinbutler
wc 1,565
tw none, fluff
“i don’t think i’m ever gonna get over that movie,” you said as you walked through the front door of your apartment, austin following behind you as you threw your keys on the island counter. “i mean, the hair, the makeup — you looked just like him. and you sounded identical too, i couldn’t tell you guys apart. and your acting, baby. oh my god, you’re so talented. like, i’m never gonna get over that. and baz did such a great job, his directing is out of this world. everything he does — i think this has gotta be my favourite movie of all time.”
“not biased, or anything,” austin teased, and you turned back to look at him with a small grin on your face.
“no, not biased. yes my boyfriend is literally elvis but no, the movie was so much more than that. you were so much more than that,” you said. “you literally became him, aus. i can tell how much you threw into that film and just holy shit, it was so worth it. like that was incredible!”
“how about you stop talking and kiss me,” austin said, putting his hands on your hips and backing you into the counter. smiling, you nodded, and let the boy dip down to press his soft lips on yours. your hands found home in his curls as you deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to meet yours and, in austin’s words, shut you up. you completely were okay with it, though — when it meant kissing him, you were okay with just about anything.
austin and you had only been dating for just over half a year but everyone who knew you could tell that what you had between the two of you was special. you had a connection like no other and from the moment you met, you both knew you were in love. you met at a club, and that night got talking deeply about the movie he was filming, which he refused to tell you was the newest elvis biopic everyone was gushing about. you found out only about a week after that, after you and austin had been talking every second of every day, and you began going out shortly after as well. it was his first relationship since his nearly decade-long one which ended a few years back, so austin made sure to let you know that he wanted to take things slow, which you were completely fine with — you felt things for the boy like you felt for no other. but ‘taking things slow’ didn’t go as planned, as the two of you quickly learned that what you had wasn’t just a common attraction. no, you were in love, and you both knew it.
“as much as i love kissing you,” austin mumbled into your neck, pressing his lips to your jaw, then your cheek, then your forehead, “i really need to go shower.”
“okay,” you said, unwrapping your arms from his neck but austin couldn’t stop kissing you, his lips sweet against your shoulder, your neck, below your ear— “austin...”
“sorry,” he said, lastly kissing your lips while you both smiled. “i’ll be quick.”
“mhm,” you mumbled, grabbing a fistful of his shirt before pulling him back in for another kiss.
while austin showered, the running water became white noise for you as you sat in bed, in your pajamas now, reading a book. although this was your apartment, austin practically lived here, too. his house was farther out of the city, whereas your building was right in the middle of downtown, easy to access from any time of the day. sure, austin’s house was bigger and you thought it was a lot nicer, but he shook his head any time you mentioned it. he loved your place, he said he didn’t like a big house because it made him feel more alone. he liked your apartment, his favourite thing was sitting out on your balcony at night while you were sleeping, watching the cars race by below him and the lights of the city flicker. so naturally you spent the most time at yours, and you didn’t mind. he had his own things here, his shower necessities and nearly a full wardrobe in your closet. that was nice, for when he wasn’t with you and you wanted to wear his clothes. but you wore his clothes anyways, regardless of if he was there to know it or not.
“that’s my favourite shirt,” austin said as he walked out of the bathroom that had one door attached to your room, the other to the hallway outside. you looked up from your book, then down at the older oversized grey tee you wore.
“i guess it is, i didn’t even notice,” you said, turning back to your book. austin dried off his hair, throwing the towel over the bathroom door as he walked over to your closet, the towel he wore riding low on his hips. his back muscles stretched as he leafed through his clothes, and you couldn’t help but watch as he dropped the towel to step into a pair of boxers.
he turned around seconds later, feeling your eyes burn into him, and he smirked. “book not interesting?” you shook your head, closing the novel as you watched him.
“not like you are.”
austin hummed, making his way to the bed and crawling over you. his lips met yours in an instant, kissing you softly, gently — not like you wanted. he ghosted over you, whispering, “real life’s way better, anyways.” you nodded, opening your eyes to meet his pretty blue ones. he kissed you sweetly. “i love you.”
“i love you, too.”
you put your book away as austin climbed in next to you, your lights off, the moon illuminating the room just fine. he pulled you under his arm, kissing the side of your head as you nuzzled in beside him. he smelled good, of the body wash you shared, and his skin felt so soft under your fingertips, grazing up and down his abs.
“would you wanna move in together?” austin found himself saying, and his voice in the darkness wasn’t the thing to surprise you, but his words.
“what?”
“we basically already live together, but like, get our own place. i think i’m gonna sell my property. and i’ve kind of already been looking, there’s a really nice loft on like, the edge of the city, not too far from here. two bedrooms. and—”
you sat up, looking up at the boy as you leaned on your elbow. “you’re serious?”
austin felt himself growing hot, embarrassed, but he pushed the feelings aside and nodded. “yeah. you always say how you hate how small your apartment is. but my place is too big, it feels wrong. so i was thinking maybe we could just get a place together, you know— start the next chapter in our lives, kinda thing.”
you smiled. “okay.”
“really?”
“yeah,” you nodded. “that would be nice. a place that’s, like, ours. not just my apartment or your house.”
“exactly,” austin said, placing a kiss to your forehead. “okay, good. i thought you were gonna call me crazy.”
“no, never.” you settled back in on his chest, a large smile on your lips now. silence casted over the two of you for a few seconds before you spoke up again. “do you want to have kids?”
austin took a couple seconds before answering. “yeah, yeah ‘course i do. do you?”
“yeah. two.”
“i was thinking three,” he said, and you tilted your head up to look at him, the room dark but his eyes glistening in the moonlight. “boys.”
“how about two girls and a boy.”
“i don’t want girls, i’m scared i’ll mess them up,” austin said, and you laughed at that. “and i don’t wanna deal with boyfriends. can you imagine? i know what boys are like, i’ll want to kill all of them.”
“okay, you’re right. maybe two boys and one girl, i can’t be the only girl in the house,” you said, and austin agreed. his hand began carding through your hair, mindlessly as he became lost in thought.
“boys gotta be older, though. so she can be protected. older brothers can beat up the boyfriends for us. and i’m not doing the birds and the bees talk with her, that’s your job. i’ll handle the boys, they’re easy.” austin rambled on for a few minutes about your future family, and you couldn’t help but smile, listening to him talk. he began listing off names he liked, what sports he wanted them to play, even what occupation they would each grow up to take. it wasn’t until about six minutes of you not saying anything that austin looked down at you, brushing your hair back off your forehead as he asked quietly, “you asleep, love?”
“no. just listening.”
“oh,” he said, and austin chuckled. “i’m sorry. i got a bit ahead of myself there, didn’t i?”
“nothing to apologize for,” you said, grabbing austin’s hand from your chest and interlacing your fingers. you kissed the back of it gently, looking up at him. his eyes glittered with the reflection of the city lights in your window, and you couldn’t help but think to yourself how beautiful the boy laying above you was. “i love you so much.”
“i love you too, angel.” austin bent down to press a kiss to your forehead, using his free arm to wrap around you tightly and pull you closer to his chest, as close as possible.
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The Carrie Diaries - S2Ep3
"Your sparkly bedroom eyes"
"Your cute floppy hair"
She told no lies lol 😅
#this kiss scene was so hot lol 🥵🔥#the carrie diaries#sebastian kydd#carrie bradshaw#austin butler#annasophia robb
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ally's wet hot smut summer
i would try and do this all fancy but i am not always the most graphically inclined. so this is basically kinktober but in the summer and stretched out over two months so i don't take on too much.
basically pick your day and pick your character/person and i will write it. if there is enough interest i will do four days that are double dips. now, day sixteen is a free day/free space where once the first 15 are filled, whoever wants that can go for it and pick the kink and if i'm okay writing it, i will. also within reason i might be able to work a kink into a specific verse as i did with my austin and dove/priscilla reader requests during kinktober.
only rule i'd like to make is one request per person- at least until this has been up for 24 hours. people who i write for are in the tags plus, and these four are mildly iffy so pick them at your own peril: wil ohmsford from shannara chronicles, hangman and rooster from top gun and mccoy from star trek ( i do err more to the kelvin timeline/aos/the karl urban portrayal as a warning, i'm also capable of writing not reader fic with him but idk all of y'alls taste because it's not the normal fandom y'all are used to. ) i'm also willing to attempt an elvis movie character or two so hey if you want to surprise me with a request for one of them i won't complain.
day one. cuckolding with steve x reader x elvis
day two. marking with sub wil ohmsford ( double dip: biker austin )
day three. mommy or daddy kink with selkie! elvis
day four. praise kink with austin butler
day five. degradation with austin butler
day six. titty fucking with rooster
day seven. uniform kink with army elvis
day eight. threesome/moresome with austin elvis x steve x reader ( double dip: elvis x jerry x reader x possibly sandy )
day nine. breeding kink with 70s elvis - specifically big daddy
day ten. knife or gun kink with big daddy elvis
day eleven. public play with big daddy elvis ( double dip: 50s/early 60s elvis )
day twelve. virginity/innocence kink with austin butler
day thirteen. period sex or breastfeeding kink with selkie elvis
day fourteen. housewife kink with spark universe elvis and lilly
day fifteen. religious kink/priest kink with '68 elvis
day sixteen. requester's choice with possession/possessive kink with 50s elvis ( double dip: threesome with movie based 60s elvis x priscilla x reader and facefucking with inexperience 50s elvis )
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BRAT.
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prompt : !requested! reader’s been a brat all day at school to her boyfriend, leading to an unexpected visit that makes the reader regret ever doing so.
warnings : SMUUUUTTT , minors dni! dom!sebastian obv, usage of daddy, drooling, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, kink undertones, talking back, face fucking/slapping. all that wonderful stuff.
A/N : big thanks to the lovely @karamelcoveredolicity for the gifs as always ! <3 this is gonna be longer than i expected so buckle up baes 🫶🏻 posting this for my girlies still obsessed with Sebastian Kydd. i had so much fun writing this, hope y’all enjoy !
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Maybe you were being unfair with how you were treating your boyfriend. Maybe you had a reason you just couldn’t put your fingers on yet. Maybe you just wanted to see his reactions to your multiple snarky remarks. Too many maybes to care about. Suppose you didn’t need a reason, you just wanted to piss him off. Most likely that, you didn’t have time to dwell, just time to think of ways to make every response worse than the last. You knew you shouldn’t be testing his limits but you couldn’t stop. His reactions were too gold to do so. If only he knew he was giving you just what you wanted.
It was nearing the end of the day and you could just tell Sebastian has had it up to his limit with you. Trying to frantically trap you in corners that you always wiggled your way out of. A smirk was perched perfectly on your lips when he stopped trying to get you alone. That’s how you knew you did it. You were sure of it. It was too bad you thought he couldn’t do anything about your actions. You knew your family was coming over for the long weekend, you knew he wasn’t allowed in your house per your mother’s orders.
You were sure that you had gotten away unscathed when he kissed you goodbye, his lust-written orbs lingering down at your frame as you practically skipped away from his hold. If only you knew what he was planning. He knew just how to finally get you alone, when you least expected it. He always knows how.
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You let out a sigh as you scanned over yourself in the mirror, a baby blue flowered dress towering over your curves that your mom insisted you wore. The material covered everything she had deemed as ‘a distraction’ when your extended family shouldn’t be looking there anyways. You were too busy deciding rather or not to just fake sick, ditch the dinner all together, ditch having to show your family around the house, that you didn’t notice the hands that were snaking around your waist.
You yelped just as you noticed, eyes peering up at Sebastian in the mirror above you. His hands smoothed down the front of your dress, a small hum ringing out in your ear as he looked over the material. “You pick this out, baby? Does you no good.” He whispered against your skin. His face never changed from hours before, the same fire hidden behind his iced out eyes, same voice. Same rasped firm voice. Shivers ran down your spine as his hands snaked under your dress to rub at your inner thighs, his chin rested on your shoulder. A chuckle escaped from his lips at the way you were now so frozen in your place - no immediate remark that could make him topple over the edge. How could you when he was doing the very action that shook you up every. single. time.
“N-No, daddy.” You stuttered out, chewing at your bottom lip as you snapped your hips back into his, a small slap to your thigh following. His hands ran up to brush against your covered clit, a small sigh passing your lips.
“Oh, now you wanna’ behave.” He snickered, removing his hands from your thighs entirely, running his hands up your arms to slip the straps off your dress. You did it - you sent him over the edge. A part of you screamed to stop right there, to submit fully before you got yourself hurt, the other part wanted to see just as far as he was willing to go to shut you up. You could never pick the right side that he wanted you to.
“Who said I was behaving?” You spun around, a sly smile glued on your face as you placed with the top buttons of his shirt sliding them through your fingers.
“Unless you want me to take you right here and make you look like the pretty lil whore that you are, I’d behave.” His hands found themselves gripping your hips, his knee bucking up beneath your dress and hitting the exact spot that you needed. You mewled, a smirk curling along Sebastian’s lips at your reaction. He knew he had you, then and there. His hands rubbed up your figure, taking in every covered curve of your body that he never seemed to get enough of.
“Don’t threaten me with what I want.” You met his gaze, his hands gripping tightly against your hips, pushing you harshly against him. He supposed he was threatening you with exactly what you wanted, your game you’ve tested out more than once wasn’t at all hard to pick up on. He didn’t say anything just yet, his smirk never wiping off his face but only growing if that had even been possible. His blown eyes met yours again, raising a hand up to grip your chin. His knee bucked up into your dress again, a strangled whine popping out of your mouth, your head falling back against his chest, your fingers gripping at his shirt for dear life.
“You’re cute. Trying to act tough when you know you’d let me do whatever I wanted to you.” He leaned down to whisper against your lips, ghosting over your own, his hands working on sliding the straps down of your dress. “Now..” He continued his work, sliding the material off of your body completely letting it pool right at your feet. “Is my baby gonna behave or will I have to deny her what she really wants, hm?” He finished, taking the time to admire your figure. You weren’t prepared for him coming over, no fancy new lingerie set you always wore for him, but he didn’t mind a thing. He admired everything you wore, you always made it work, he’d insist probably every day he lives. That’s how you knew you had him wrapped around your finger, no matter how you acted, upon many other reasons you could name by heart.
You shook yourself out of your daze, swallowing a shaky breath as you thought about your next move. Your confidence in never breaking your attitude seemed to disappear with every passing minute you didn’t answer. You clutched onto his shirt, your eyes trailing up his chest and glued themselves onto his lips. You took your time to step out of your dress, kicking it feverishly to the side while your fingers worked your way on the task of unbuttoning his dress shirt. He only let your shaky hands get halfway before using the back of your neck to push you to your knees. He wasn’t letting you control, especially when you hadn’t let him all day, that’d be too easy on you.
He made the swift motion of starting to undo his belt, letting it slap on the floor, his hand bending down to raise your chin up, making your lidded eyes look into his own once more. “How about my pretty baby shows me how much she wants to behave after today, hm?” He purred, a noise that slowly turned into a chuckle as your head nodded even before he could finish his sentence. He let you sink your fingers into the sides of his pants, you knowing to never break eye contact unless he said otherwise as you pulled down his pants that he stepped out of right away.
His hand moved to grasp a big notch of your hair in his fist, forcing you to break contact with his orbs, watching you intently as you tugged down his boxers. You wasted no time as ever before your lips wrapped themselves around his tip, his hand coming up to force your head down all the way giving you barely any time to adjust to him. He hissed from above as you flattened your tongue around him, taking in the pretty sight in front of him. You were leaning back onto your feet, drool running down in a glistening strand along your chin, your mouth hung open to use however pace he pleased. You were captivating to him - as always. But he wasn’t planning to allow you to see what you do to him - you haven’t proved that you actually wanted to behave just yet.
“Good, good girl..” He cooed out, using both his hands to scoop all your loose hair up, using the new angle as leverage to thrust himself in and out of your mouth, your eyes looking up at his with your innocent glossed over look sported in your orbs. He could’ve lost it there, but he couldn’t. Not so early, he knew you were trying everything in your book to get him to be nicer to you. He wasn’t allowing himself to budge - you hated every second. His pace on your mouth became vigor, his head thrown back in bliss as he used you to his liking. The more he bucked his hips, the more he was pushing himself over the edge.
That couldn’t happen. He couldn’t give you what you wanted.
He pulled your head off of him harshly, pulling your body up from your hair, and pushed you on the bed. He finished unbuttoning his shirt, throwing it elsewhere, he wasn’t looking. “Was very rude of you to keep talking back to me today, baby.” He spoke, dipping his knee on the bed to set himself up to hover over your figure. You could only look up at him and nod, biting your swollen bottom lip as you awaited what he would say next. He hummed lowly, a slow finger tracing the inside of your thighs to the hem of your small underwear, hooking his finger in the material. “Nothing to say for yourself, princess? No words left in that pretty little head of yours?” He let your underwear slide down past your legs, discarding them quickly around the room just like his shirt.
You could only whimper, his finger now dipping itself in your wetness, dragging a line up your pussy. He let the slick rub up to your belly, trailing his finger up to your bottom lip so you could taste what was left on his finger. “You were so lucky I didn’t pull you somewhere and just fucked you right there.” He rasped, pushing a middle finger into your eager hole, taking your breath away and making it hitch into your throat and your back inched up from the bed. He snickered at your eagerness, dipping down so his head was in between your thighs reaching up to enclose your legs around his head.
He flicked his tongue slowly onto your clit, looking up at your position as he slowly started to pump his middle finger inside of you, curling his finger upwards to get the spot you yearned for the most. He detached his lips from your clit, harshly snapping your hips down to meet the bed so he could make you feel all of what he was making you endure. When you least expected, his finger pushed out of you slowly and he replaced it with only his tip.
You purred this time, your bottom lip popping out to pout. You wanted more of him and he knew that’s what made him let out probably the evilest of chuckles against your skin. “What’s wrong baby?” He pushed another inch. “Not getting what you want?” He smirked as he slowly started to inch into you. Your head tilted back on the pillow below, eyes fluttered closed as he was finally all engulfed into you, walls tightening around him.
He let out a hiss at the feeling. His hand raised up to slap softly across your cheek, fingers gripping under your chin. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, baby.”
You opened your lips to speak, his sudden violent thrust of his hips cutting you off and making your lips press up against themselves. Your whines cut off any of the thoughts you could’ve had further, your knuckles white with how hard you were clinging onto the sheets. Your toes curled from beneath you as he buried himself deeper inside, hitting the spot he always knew full well how to hit by now.
You yelped, jolted from where you were laying, his hands guided themselves to your hips pinning them down to the bed as he started to rut into you. your body hit the mattress with a thump with at every thrust, he let your head fall against the pillow this time, sweet sounds escaping your lips in an angelic chorus, disregarding your family that could be calling your name at any minute.
“Feel good, baby?” He whispered low in your ear when he knew the answer, he just missed when you said it. But he knew you couldn’t. That’s what made the smirk never dissipate from his face.
“Mmm. Yes, daddy..” You mewled a response, eyes locked shut as he never stopped his pace on you making your walls squeeze tight around him. Only a short moment went by before a knot in your stomach began to form at his brutal thrusts.
“I’m..”
“Shh, baby.. I got you. Let yourself go.” He spoke slightly below your ear. With the go, you arched your body and came all over him, your clit pulsing as you became undone.
“That’s my good girl..” He groaned, burying himself as deep as he could go before following suit, spitting out a mumble of praises. You smiled slightly as you let him chase his high, pulling out of you.
“I could do that all day, you know.” He mumbled against your lips before diving in for a soft kiss, your hands rubbing along his chest.
“Well I guess I have to rile you up more often.” You giggled softly, making him shake his head.
“Now, i didn’t say that. Get down there before your parents catch you, yeah?”
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you’re mine.
pairing: yandere!elvis!austin x naive!fem reader
prompt: you and elvis were childhood best friends but little did u know he loved you, too much almost
warnings: this is a yandere fic, so expect dark themes such as obsessive and manipulative behavior, stalking, abuse of power, and some elements of victim blaming, which some people may find disturbing or triggering.
You and Elvis were best friends since the 1st grade, you loved him so much with all your heart, his slicked back hair, his dark blue eyes, his lace shirt that hugged his waist ever so perfectly, I mean what could go wrong with a handsome best friend. You guys dated all through 9th grade to 10th grade, until your strict dad found out you dated him. “YOU’RE NOT DATING THAT YOUNG MAN Y/N” he spits at you “but dad he’s a nice boy he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me!” you looked at him with puppy eyes “YOU’RE NOT DATING A PRESLEY NOT SOON NOT EVER.” he slammed his door shut. You’re eyes welled up with tears while walking to elvis’s house to tell him the news.
You knocked on elvis’s door to see him smiling towards you while pulling you into a hug. “Hi my love” he said while looking at you. You didn’t hug him back and just stood there with a sorrowful look “Elvis there’s something that I need to tell you” you said quietly, He looked concerned “Yes? what happened” while walking you up to his room. “My daddy told me to stop seeing each other” you said with your eyes lowered not wanting to meet his dark gaze “So, you’re breaking up with me?” he asks you calmly. You don't want to break up with him but when your father discovered your relationship with elvis, he immediately forbade you to see him. You love elvis but you were too afraid of your father to disobey him. So you said, "Yes, I'm breaking up with you, elvis." You expected any kind of reaction from him, but not for him to laugh. A cold, unenthusiastic, dark laugh that sent shivers through your body. He started walking. backwards and when he gets to the door, he closed it then locked it. You looked at him confused. His jaw ticked in thought, and then what he said next made your heart still. "There's something you don't seem to understand Y/n. I'd rather see you dead than with someone else." He ran his thumb over his bottom lip and smiled innocently. "So babe, cut the bullshit, okay? Your mine, and only mine.”
sorry guys i had no ideas for the rest i had to finish it with the sneak peak ughhh so sorry :(
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Sebastian Kydd request
The reader is Carrie sister, her and Sebastian are dating out get into an argument and Sebastian goes to the reader for advice and maybe he kisses the reader who gets mad because he is with her sister and runs off in tears, Sebastian then realises he has has feelings for the reader but he is still with Carrie (conflicting feelings)
The Wrong Bradshaw Sister
A/N: This is my first Sebastian fic and I loved writing it so much! I really hope you enjoy it!
Buy me a coffee :)
A soft knock on your bedroom door had you pausing the record that you had playing and putting your book down on your bed before swinging your legs around until they landed on the soft carpet and you padded over to the door. You opened the door and was confused to find your sister, Carrie’s boyfriend, Sebastian Kydd, standing on the other side, his hands in his pockets, smiling at you sheepishly.
‘Hey, you okay?’ you asked, confused as to why he would be coming to your door instead of your sisters.
‘Do you mind if I come in?’ he asked and you nodded, holding the door open wider before closing it with a soft click as he sat on the edge of your bed. You walked back over to sit next to him before he spoke. ‘Me and Carrie had a fight.’
‘About what?’ you asked gently, not wanting to pry.
‘She thinks that this business I’m just starting up is stupid and doesn’t think that it will go anywhere.’ He said, turning to look at you and rolling his eyes in an attempt to lighten the mood.
‘Well, do you think that it’s going to take off?’
‘I really do,’ he said, his whole body seeming to grow lighter as his crooked smirk appeared on his lips. ‘I really think that it could be something amazing and I know that should be what matters but it sucks that she isn’t being supportive of me the way I am with her writing. The amount of times she comes to me with doubts that she’s going to make it and I’m there to reassure her but the moment I told her about my idea, it gets shut down.’
You couldn’t help but feel a little bad for him. You knew that Carrie could sometimes be a bit much when it came to her internship at Interview Magazine and at times that it was the only thing she cared about. But at the same time, you were annoyed at her for not extending the same support she received from Sebastian when he clearly needed it.
‘Well, as long as you believe in it, then that’s the only thing that should matter. But I get it, she should be supportive of you too because it really does sound like a good idea, Sebastian,’ you reassured him, smiling softly up at him.
‘How are you so good at this?’ he asked, looking down at you with wonder in his eyes.
You felt your cheeks flush with heat at his words and you gently shrugged. ‘I don’t know,’ you murmured, ‘experience, I guess?’
As soon as you stopped speaking, you felt Sebastian’s lips gently press against yours and you couldn’t stop the surprised intake of breath, allowing him to slip his tongue between your lips as he deepened the kiss. His arm wound around your waist and gently pulled you closer until your hands were resting against his chest. For a while, you let yourself get lost in the kiss, letting yourself enjoy the moment.
He slowly lowered you down until he was hovering over you slightly as your back hit your mattress and your hands fisted in his hair, causing a groan to work its way from Sebastian’s throat. He broke the kiss and looked down at you, something like realisation appearing in his eyes as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.
‘Sometimes, I think I’m with the wrong Bradshaw sister,’ he said, leaning down to kiss you again.
His words sent your moment to a screeching halt as you remembered who he was, what you were doing and that he was dating your sister. Turning your head to avoid his kiss, you pushed him off you and jumped off of your bed, pacing your bedroom floor as Sebastian remained seated, his eyes following your every movement.
‘What are you doing?’ you asked, slightly breathless from the kiss and kicking yourself for it.
‘(Y/N),’ he began, moving to get off the bed and head towards you. You felt tears begin to fill your eyes and you were quick to turn your back to him, not wanting him to see that you’d let him reduce you to tears. Sebastian’s hand on your shoulder spun you back around to face him, his face falling when he saw your tears. ‘Don’t cry,’ he started, thumbing away your tears from your cheeks.
‘No. We shouldn’t have done this. You’re dating my sister, Sebastian! Why the hell did you think it was okay to kiss me like that, all,’ you trailed off, becoming flustered as he stepped closer into your personal space, a small, smug smirk appearing on his lips as he tilted your chin up to look at him.
‘All what, (Y/N),’ he asked quietly, biting his lip softly as he looked at you and you felt your knees weaken almost immediately.
‘All, you know,’ you said, not being able to find the words to describe that kiss or how it made you feel. ‘But that’s not the point!’ you continued, shaking yourself out of your thoughts, ‘you shouldn’t have kissed me because what if Carrie found out? She’d be crushed, I can’t do that to her.’
‘I like you, (Y/N). I like you more than I should like my girlfriend’s sister but I can’t help it.’ Sebastian said bluntly, causing your cheeks to flush once more. ‘And I know you like me too. I’ve seen the way you look at me when I’m here and believe me, I look at you the same way.’
There was something about his words and the sincerity of his tone that made you believe everything that he said; that and you didn’t think Sebastian could be that cruel and lead you on. It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t have feelings for him; since the day Carrie had brought him around, you kicked yourself for not getting to him first. Without thinking, you looped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up to your toes to press your lips harshly against his again.
Sebastian responded immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist and yanking you against his body, kissing you back with more vigour than you ever thought possible. The second you let your thoughts back in, you were jumping backwards, fresh tears gathering in your eyes as you roughly dragged your hand through your hair.
‘God, what is wrong with me?’ you cried as another wave of guilt crashed into you. You felt Sebastian walk up to you again, taking your face in both of his hands and bending down to meet your gaze.
‘(Y/N), tell me you want me too,’ he said with a sense of urgency in his voice. ‘Tell me you want me the way I want you and we can make it happen, I’ll break up with Carrie. I want you. Come on, baby, just say it.’
His thumbs were absentmindedly tracing soothing circles against your cheeks as you thought about what he said. You did want him, you’d wanted him for years and it would be so easy to give into him. But, he was also dating your sister and you’d hate to fight with her over something as stupid as a boy.
After a few moments of excruciating silence, you met his gaze once more. You had your answer. And you were tired of always hiding what you truly wanted just so Carrie could get what she wanted.
‘I want you too.’
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things i imagine to cope with the fact i can’t be with austin butler
1. when u hug him your head goes into the crook of his neck and his chin rests on the top of your head while his hand rubs up and down your back
2. love language is physical touch bc he’s a cutie!!! his hands are always on u. holding your pinky, playing with your hands/rings, on the inside of your thigh, back of your neck, etc
3. i KNOW whenever u and him kiss his hands are cupping your face or on the side of your neck
4. LOVESSS casual dominance i.e: ordering for you, telling you to put on a jacket with THAT look on his face, brushing/doing your hair for you, making you get up to get ready for bed no matter how tired you are
5. always manspreading, he did it naturally at first but when he finds how it affects you he does it just to watch how you can’t keep ur eyes off of him and how you start to look nervous
6. cant sleep without touching you, what’s popping into my head for his favorite position is slipping his hand under your shirt onto ur bare back while you’re practically clinging onto him
7. showers with him!! not in a “without me?” f boy kinda way but like in a “cant be without you for 2 minutes” kind of way
8. alwaysss checking in with him about what nail design or color he wants you to do next, he’s paying for them after all!
9. “i have something to tell you…” “what is it bugs?” “i have a crush on you…” typa convos with him MONTHS even years into the relationship
10. the knee thing 😵💫 i know y’all seen the legs on that man. you don’t even realize he’s done it until you’re on his lap falling apart into the nape of his neck while he sprawls his hands over your hips and kisses you all over your face
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Eardrums
Dad to be!Austin x Mom to be!Reader
Summary: Austin helps reader through labor
Warnings: Birth
Word count: 837
Why did I ever think this was a good idea? I was currently in labor with mine and Austin’s first child, that was a great idea, the bad idea was the home birth. As Austin sat on the edge of our bed, I was sitting on his lap, holding onto him for dear life as another contraction began. I tucked my head into his shoulder and let out a powerful scream as he tried to coach me through it. “You got this, baby. Let’s take some deep breath’s together.” He calmly said as I basically blew his eardrums out. “Get this baby out of me!” I yelled. My midwife immediately walked over. “Let’s check you, Y/n.” She said as she checked my cervix. “You’re just about 6 centimeters.” She said. “6?! Only 6?” I cried as my contraction slowly mellowed down. “Sadly, yes.” She sighed. “I think I’m going to pass out.” I said dizzily, looking at Austin with wide eyes. “Lay her down, now Austin.” My midwife said, obviously she saw the panicked look in my eyes. He followed her instruction and laid me down on the bed, I was humiliated as she put a “Puppy pad” under me. “I’m so embarrassed.” I said as tears clouded my vision. “Honey, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Your about to bring our child into the world, and you look so beautiful doing it.” He said as he kissed my forehead. “Y/n, he’s a keeper. You wouldn’t believe what I’ve heard dads say before.” She said with a laugh. “Oh I know he is.” I said, smiling. “Aw, you two are going to make me blush.” Austin said jokingly. “We better stop before his head gets too big.” I said with a laugh.
“Austin, lay with me please, I feel another one coming on.” I said with a deep breath. He crawled in bed next to me. “I’m right here.” He very gently stroked my belly through my contraction, doing everything he could to try to ease my pain. “Next baby we have, I’m having a hospital birth and getting that fucking epidural.” I said through gritted teeth as my contraction became stronger. “There’s going to be another baby?” Austin asked with a smile. “It depends on how big this one’s head is, from the way it feels, it got my big head.” I said. “I love your head, it has room for all of your thoughts a great ideas.” He said lovingly. “Fuck you.” I choked out. “I’m sorry…” He said, dragging out the Y. “Can she check me again? It’s been a while.” I said. “Baby, it’s been 15 minutes.” He sighed. “Can she still check?” I asked. He got out of bed and returned with the midwife a second later. “Let’s see where you’re at now.” She said. “You look at be about a 9. It looks like it’s time to start preparing.” She said with a smile.
Austin looked at me with excited eyes as my midwife left the room to get the supplies. “I’m so scared.” I said. “It’s okay to be scared, I’m going to be with you every step of the way and we’ll have a beautiful baby in our arms soon.” Austin said as he stroked my hair. “Who’s ready to have a baby?!” She said as she walked in the room with a big bag of things. “I definitely am, are you, baby?” Austin asked as he looked at me. “Me too.” I said with a smile. “Well perfect. I’m going to see how dilated you are and if you’re a 10, we’ll start pushing, if not I’ll get set up.” She said. I nodded. “Well, it looks like you are at just about a 9. Are you still having bad contractions?” She asked. “They’re horrible.” I said. “I’m going to get set up, if you feel the need to push, just tell me and we will get started.”
It was another hour before it was finally time to have this baby. “Austin, it’s time.” I said, my breathing becoming unstable. He quickly stood up and ran to the doorway, calling for the midwife. She sped into the room and walked over to me. “Feel the urge to push?” She asked. “Mhm, very much so.” I said, my voice shaky. “Ok, let’s try something to get you comfortable. Austin lay behind her and have her lay against your chest.” Austin immediately laid behind me and I leaned against him, she was right, this was very comfortable. “Spread your legs now, please.” My midwife said. I spread my legs and saw her shocked face. “You’re crowning, give us a big push.” She said excitedly. I wailed as I pushed. “It burns!” I yelled. “It’s the ring of fire, you’re doing so good! The head is almost out.” She said with a smile.
“It’s a boy!” She said as she carefully laid my newborn on my chest. “I’ll give you three some time.” You three, I loved the sound of that.
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the best man | austinbutler
wc 6,564
tw alcohol, smut to the third degree, like it’s dirty, proceed with caution
there was always something about weddings that had everyone in the romantic mood. maybe it was that saying that love was in the air, or it could be that everyone who attended was just lonely and refused to let it be rubbed in their face — you opted for the first one, refusing to admit the latter although you knew exactly which one was true.
the last wedding you’d been to you met your current ex-boyfriend, tyler, under intense circumstances. it was your first encounter of a spur of the moment hook-up, in the private bathroom off of the bride’s room, which after the day led into many dates and falling in love and then unfortunately, after a year of being together, getting your heart broken when he cheated on you. to say you were still upset would be an understatement— after all it had only been a month— but you were trying your best to move on and be happy. and in doing that, you promised your best friend, the bride of the day, camille, that you would be on your best behaviour.
“y/n, when i said best behaviour, i didn’t mean ransack the entire fucking open bar.” camille looked back at you through the large mirror, standing pretty in her gorgeous white wedding dress, her arms crossed over her chest with a scolding, yet somehow understanding, pout on her lips. you stood behind her, like a deer in headlights, with your arms full of champagne bottles and wine coolers.
“i was… bringing some for everybody,” you lied, offering her a gracious smile as you batted your eyelashes for effect. she didn’t look convinced, so you upped the anti, moving to pass a can to each of the other bridesmaids. “one for you, one for you… kayla, you get two, actually. one for you…”
“go put those all back, please. i don’t want you getting arrested for theft on my wedding day.” camille had been your best friend since grade school, which earned you the title of maid of honour. she knew you better than anybody, as you did her, and this was a day she’d been looking forward to for her entire life. since you knew the girl, she’d been dreaming of finding her prince charming and having a fairytale wedding — you’d been more of a ‘go with the flow’ kind of gal, but that didn’t stop the pair of you from being two peas in a pod. you were just happy she’d got the happy ending she wanted, despite the pain tugging at your heartstrings any time you saw her and sean together, all lovey-dovey and what not. you found it disgusting — at least, you hid it as that.
“what’s the point of an open bar if i can’t drink as much as i want, when i want?” you asked, collecting the drinks back from the other girls. you and cami argued for a bit more before you gave in and exited the room, finding yourself wandering back over to the bar again.
you placed all the drinks on the counter, shooting the bartender who was setting up for the night a coy smile. sneakily, you stole a cooler and cracked it, not doing a very good job at being quiet as the man shot you a look. you sighed in defeat, muttering an apology before taking a seat at the bar. about ten minutes later and you were on your third can, making conversation with the man who was growing quite irritated with you, when you heard a throat clear and you swivelled around in your seat.
“nobody told me the party had started already.” the man who stood in front of you was nothing far off from being the most beautiful boy you had ever laid eyes on. you recognized him from a few social events you’d tagged along with camille and her fiancé to. he was sean’s best friend, you knew him as, but you couldn’t quite remember his name.
“oh, we’ve been going all morning. haven’t we, robbie?” you turned back to the bartender, who shot the boy a look, one that seemed like a cry for help, and you glanced back over to the beautiful boy standing in a fitted black tux, the flower on his lapel matching the colour of your dress, a solid dark green. “i’m sorry if this comes off rude, but i can not remember your name for the life of me.”
“austin,” he said, and you snapped your fingers at the name, suddenly remembering. “it’s okay. y/n, right?”
“well now i feel like an asshole.”
“i’m the one letting a pretty girl drink all by her lonesome in the middle of a wedding venue,” austin said, moving to sit down beside you, where your legs were perched up on the stool. before you could move, he lifted your legs, sliding to sit down before allowing you to rest back down, your ankles crossed as you rested your sparkly silver heels on his thighs.
“the wedding hasn’t started yet, i’m calling it pregaming,” you joked, and austin nodded in response before politely asking robbie to make him a drink. whiskey on the rocks, a classic and suited him far too well, figuratively and literally, as you watched the boy hold the glass in his hand before pouring the liquid down his throat. the thoughts that began tumbling through your brain were nothing short of a bad idea, so you took another swig of your cooler to hopefully help calm your mind.
the two of you sat there for a bit, chatting and making conversation, before your phone buzzed on the counter and you lifted it to look at the screen. cami: please don’t tell me you got yourself into more trouble. come to the room, i need help with my vail.
“well, duty calls.” you swung your legs down off of the boy beside you and stood up, lightly smoothing down your dress before finishing off your drink. austin did the same, sliding robbie a bill of you weren’t sure how much before joining you at your side.
“bridal troubles?”
“something like that. needs help with her vail,” you said with a shrug, holding your phone as you crossed your arms over your chest, glancing up at the boy. austin was much taller than you, even when you were on four inch heels, and it became much more apparent standing up. his gaze stared down at you, a little too seductive for your liking but you got the idea that he didn’t try — that was just him. “i’ll see you at the ceremony, austin.”
“try not to get too drunk by then, we still got the reception.” he had a point, and you nodded before separating ways. what would happen at the reception? you wondered, and found yourself thinking of it the entire rest of the day.
…
you hadn’t realized that you didn’t think about tyler once at all the whole time you were talking to austin, until you got back to the room with camille and everyone. the entire process of getting ready involved you sitting on the bed, watching camille get her finishing touches down, while you pondered over the boy who had broken your heart last month. you forgot about austin until the ceremony, and you found yourself thinking how comedic, your brain could only focus itself on one boy at a time.
you and austin stole glances from one another the entire speech, watching the happy couple at the front of the line for a few moments before having to glance back at each other, only to find the other one already staring. it was childish, really, how the butterflies flew in a swarm around your belly, and how the heat rose to your cheeks every time you met austin’s eyes from across the stage. even during the walk down the aisle, you were paired together, as you were the maid of honour and he was the best man — you linked arms, his touch electrifying as he peeled away from you to place a hand on your lower back when you walked up the steps. you were so glad you weren’t facing the crowd during the i do’s, because austin’s blazing stare and his perfect, soft, full lips and his gorgeous blue eyes and his sandy curls that fell across his forehead adorably — it was enough to have your face tinted pink the entire time, and as soon as the ceremony was over you had to excuse yourself to get some air.
the reception came around and you found yourself sitting at the head table next to camille, sean on her left while austin sat next to him. everyone made their speeches, including austin, and when it was time for yours, the mix of the alcohol along with your bottled up emotions from all day called for a shitshow. it wasn’t as bad as you made it out to be in your head, according to everyone else, but you did cry, a lot, and had to pause mid-speech a few times to hiccup.
“i just can’t believe that my best friend is finally getting married.” hiccup. “i mean, camille and i would stay up until the sun rose, talking about the perfect wedding. she’d always say she wanted to wear pink instead of white,” hiccup, “because it was her favourite colour. and then i’d be like, you’re stupid, cami. brides can’t wear pink. and i guess she finally listened to me, but that’s what would always happen. for as long as we’ve been friends, cami was the idealist and i was the realist. but that’s what i love about cami,” hiccup, “is she would always give me the perfect amount of optimism. i mean, sometimes it was just annoying,” camille laughed at that, “but she taught me how to make my dreams not just dreams, and i’ll always be so grateful for that. and i just can’t believe that those little girls who stayed up all night talking about boys are actually, like, here. there’s no one else i would rather have grown up with. i love you so much, cami. and i can’t wait to see what else the future has in store for you, and i just know that little 13 year old cami would be so fucking proud of you, all grown up. because i am, and i love you so much.”
camille gave you the biggest hug, both of you crying now as she squeezed you as tight as possible. “i love you so fucking much,” she told you, and you squeezed your eyes shut and you held onto her. when you opened your eyes again, you met austin’s gaze, and he offered you a soft smile, which you returned. soon enough the rest of the reception was back on track, the hard part was over and it was time to get on with the fun. and by that, you meant more booze, so you could drown yourself in it and forget the terrible, sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach at the thought of your best friend getting married and leaving you behind.
so, shoving that idea to the back of your mind, you found yourself sitting at the bar for the second time today, now sporting a martini in your hand after downing two shots of tequila. you’d been buzzing all day, pretty tipsy from earlier when you had been chatting with austin before the ceremony, but you were bored of tipsy. you wanted to be drunk. and the tequila you’d shot was burning at your stomach in a delicious, daring way. so you took two more, and then two more after that.
by the seventh one robbie was giving you a look, and you rolled your eyes at him before sliding him a twenty as a thank you and pushing yourself off the seat. the moment you stood up it all hit you, dizzying your balance and making your brain turn into tv static, but you didn’t mind the feeling. you pushed through it and went to find your friends, or someone you knew, making your way over to your table.
“y/n! where’ve you been? i wanted to dance,” cami said with a frown as she stood up from the table, and you could tell by her bloodshot eyes that she was feeling the liquor just as much as you. her bottom lip stuck out in a pout as she reached her arms for you, and it was adorable but borderline sickening the way sean helped her up. “let’s dance, baby! me and you.”
you threw your head back and laughed as you nodded, grabbing her hand and the two of you stumbled onto the dance floor. camille almost tripped over her dress but you grabbed the train, holding it as she hollered drunkenly, laughing hysterically with you. the two of you always had fun, but it was only heightened by alcohol, and it had been so long since you’d been drunk with your best friend; you were excited.
the pair of you danced to the upbeat song playing as best you could, mainly giggling and jumping around rather than dancing. you were screaming the lyrics which you knew, camille nearly doubled over at how hard she was laughing, while you had both of her hands and were swinging your arms back and forth between the two of you. just as the song came to a close, a quieter beat following, the other two best friends approached you, and you felt your heart sink as cami peeled away from you, an exciting look crossing her face as she squealed, “it’s my hubby!” before throwing her arms around her husband.
she was gone, you thought, watching the happy couple interact. your best friend was now a married woman, and he would always, always come before you. sean leaned down and kissed her sweetly, one hand resting on her hip while the other settled on her lower back for support, and if you weren’t such a miserable, heartbroken mess you would be happy seeing the two together. the way sean looked at camille, the twinkle in both of their eyes and the smile etched on their faces; they were undeniably in love, and it wasn’t just the rings on their fingers that made it obvious.
you didn’t have too much time to wallow over the thought of your best friend abandoning you, as your vision was blocked by a body stepping in front of you, and you glanced up to meet austin’s gaze. “would you like to dance, y/n?” he held out his hand, and the smile that crept across your lips was eerily similar to the one on the newly-wed couples’. you placed your
smaller hand in his, and allowed austin to pull you in close. his free hand moved to your waist, snaking around to rest on the small of your back while you brought your arm up over his shoulder. the music playing was a slow tune, something you recognized as a remix of best part by daniel caesar.
“i liked your speech,” you heard austin say, and your eyes flickered up at him as he swayed the two of you back and forth. “i didn’t realize you and cami have known each other for that long.”
“since kindergarten,” you added. the close proximity of the boy you danced with had your heart beating a million miles a minute, and you weren’t certain that it was the tequila that made your cheeks flush, or the feeling of your chests touching, his fingers intertwined with yours, and his burning gaze back at you.
one thing you were sure of the alcohol affecting, though, was your ability to filter the words that fell from your mouth. “why do you always look at me like that?”
it must have been the apparent shock on your face after you had spoken that made austin laugh, but he just smiled and responded anyway. “like what?”
“i don’t know,” you mumbled, quite embarrassed after the awkward stumble of words from before. his eyes taunted you, and you sighed before answering. “you stare at me. like… like you want something.”
“what do you think i want?”
you gulped. the song had changed, but you didn’t pay it much attention. the two of you continued slow dancing, your bodies in tune with one another as you stared back at him, his blue eyes darker now, and you weren’t sure if it was the lighting. “i don’t know what you want. that’s… that’s why i asked — what you’re staring at me for.”
“you’re nice to stare at,” he stated, like it was a fact he couldn’t be more sure of, and suddenly austin stretched his arm out and spun you around, pulling you back into his chest expertly.
“didn’t know you were a dancer,” you said up at him, leaning your head back on his shoulder as he held you close, one hand still grasping your hand and the other taking residence on your hip.
“there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” austin’s voice was of something you’d never heard before, deep and raspy and sexy and taunting, so seductive in a way where he didn’t even try to be, but he knew he was. he had to have known, known what he was doing and more importantly what he was doing to you. he spun you around again, moving both hands to your waist as he pulled you close, your hands falling to his shoulders. “have you ran the bar dry or do you think our friend robbie will let me buy you a drink?”
“he seemed pretty pissed with me earlier,” you said, cocking your head to the side as you looked up at him, your eyes darting down to where he rolled his lower lip between his teeth. “but he might make an exception for you.” the way he bit down on his lip, dimples piercing his cheeks and eyes narrowing down at you, had your stomach in a frenzy. your eyes left his lips and looked back up to meet his gaze. “i know i would.”
“mm, would you?”
“but i’m sure some convincing on your part wouldn’t hurt.” the two of you were flirting by now, everything was out on the table and you were in awe of how turned on this man made you with just a simple stare. he seemed to have picked up on your hint, his eyes darting between both of yours, trying to read the hidden message behind your words.
it wasn’t long before austin had you downing two shots, only fuelling the fire in the pit of your stomach. you turned to him after swallowing the last one, slamming the glass on the counter with a grimace on your face. “tequila was a terrible idea.” austin only laughed, taking his before checking his watch.
“not even midnight yet, and you’re pussying out already?” he was teasing you, eyes threatening as they glanced between both of yours, searching for intention. your lips curled into a smile, shaking your head as your curls bounced around your shoulders.
“never.” you turned to the bartender, holding up two fingers before looking back at austin. “are you?”
ten minutes later and the shots were catching up to you, hitting you much differently than they did austin. you were the epitome of drunk, slurring your words, stumbling your feet; austin was barely buzzing, from what you could see, but you could tell by the slight lisp in his tongue and the tint of his cheeks that he was feeling it. you’d met back up with camille and sean, the four of you enjoying yourselves on the dance floor. you danced and laughed and sang, and you were coming to realize that another sign austin was drunk was his touchiness. his hands were roaming your waist, squeezing your hips while his lips danced over the shell of your ear, your back pressed to his chest while he whispered things to you. you hadn’t even realized camille had noticed until austin and sean left to find more drinks, and cami grabbed your arm with such ferocity you let out a yelp.
“hey! that hurt.”
“you need to fuck that man,” she said, a serious look in her eye, and you almost choked as you raised your eyebrows.
“what?”
“austin, you need to get with him. now.” she was drunk, just as bad as you, but camille had always had the lucky trait of being able to handle her liquor; you, on the other hand, did not. “i’m not kidding, y/n. you’ve been wallowing about tyler for too long and this is the perfect opportunity to forget about him and move on!”
your heart stopped beating in your chest at the sound of tyler’s name and you could’ve sworn you were completely sober in that second. “what?”
“he’s totally into you! and he’s so sexy, y/n. do it!” cami squeezed your hands excitedly, her eyes glimmering as she gave you a look of assurance. “if you pass this up you’re clinically insane. i mean, look at him.” you followed camille’s gaze over to the bar, where austin had his hand on sean’s shoulder, the two men laughing about something. austin’s smile was beautiful, you couldn’t deny. his sand-coloured hair, curly and sitting perfectly atop his head, falling down across his forehead. you could see the veins running through his hand, his fingers long and hand massive over sean’s shoulder, his biceps flexing under the white button up he had on, rolled up to his elbows, his blazer discarded long ago. sean leaned in to tell him something, and austin moved a hand to run across his jaw, clenching the muscles while he felt the stubble over his chin, nodding at whatever sean had said. they spoke about something, austin offering a few words back, and you only caught yourself still entranced when you met austin’s eyes as he glanced back over his shoulder, locking your gaze immediately. you looked back at cami, cheeks on fire as you pursed your lips.
“he is so sexy,” you said, and cami nodded excitedly as she grabbed you again.
“you have to, y/n. like—” she paused, eyes flickering over your shoulder before she gulped and looked back at you. “they’re coming back.”
“what? i—”
“a drink, for the lady.” you were interrupted by sean’s voice as he stepped into view, handing camille a drink. she thanked him, smiling sweetly before giving him a kiss, and austin placed his arm loosely around your shoulder as he moved to whisper in your ear.
“i would’ve gotten you one but i don’t think it would’ve done you much good,” he mumbled. you tilted your head back slightly to look up at him, eyes sparkling and you smiled, mouthing a thank you before he did the unspeakable — he kissed the top of your head.
“hey, i’ll be back in a second, just gonna run to the restroom,” austin said, not giving you any time to process his previous actions before straying from your side, and you met camille’s eyes in a split second before she widened her eyes. go after him! she mouthed, and you lowered your eyebrows as you whisper-shouted back, no! sean watched the two of you interact with a confused look, and it wasn’t until camille grabbed your arm, spun you around, and pushed you in the same direction austin walked away in, that he understood. hesitantly, you took a few steps, looking back at the girl who encouragingly gave you two thumbs up. you flipped her the bird before pressing your lips into a thin line and walking towards the restroom, glancing around before sneaking into the men’s.
surprisingly it smelled good in there, a clean white paint job surrounding the walls and making it feel less like a bathroom and more like a nice living space. there was even a few seats and a bench, for some odd reason, and you furrowed your eyebrows before glancing up. austin stood at the sink, running his fingers through his hair, wetting it lightly, before his eyes met yours in the mirror and you gulped.
“camille made me come in here—” you blurted, and stopped when austin turned around with a natural smirk on his lips, eyebrows peaked.
“did she?”
“mhm.” you were nervous, your heart beating rapidly, your palms getting sweaty, fingers twitching, and austin’s cocky stare that he held on you did nothing to help. “she, uh… she was saying…” you laughed awkwardly, reaching a hand up to touch the top of your head, scratching your scalp, “she was, you know. cami, she—”
“mhm?” austin took a few steps closer, closing the proximity between you two, and you hadn’t even realized you’d been backing up until you felt your back hit the wall. swallowing harshly, you looked up at austin, his face only inches away now, and you watched out of your peripheral as he reached down to lock the door.
“you know, i really appreciate you not getting me a drink,” you said, feeling your mouth blabbering as your brain told you shut up, shut up, shut up. “that was really nice, you know, since i’m already, like, way past when i should’ve stopped.”
“yeah,” he said, eyes flickering down to your lips, and you nervously clenched your jaw as you scrambled to find something else to say.
“that was seriously, like, really kind of you. like, recognizing i didn’t need any more, or whatever…”
“y/n,” austin said, and you could’ve melted right then and there at the way your name sounded coming from his lips, “as much as i love the sound of your voice,” he licked his lips, glancing up at your eyes, “shut the fuck up.”
“okay.”
just like that, austin dipped down, crashing his lips against yours. they were so soft, so full, everything you imagined as you kissed him back. his hands came to grip your face, thumbs holding your cheeks as his fingers danced across your jaw, and you reached up to grasp onto his biceps, falling into his hold as he kissed you aggressively, tongue pushing its way past your lips.
you moaned into austin’s mouth, feeling one of his hands snake it’s way around to your back, pushing you impossibly closer to him, and austin slammed you back against the wall as he grinded himself up against you, making your head fall back. his lips moved to work on your neck, biting and sucking at the soft skin as you brought your hand to tangle in his hair, tugging firmly at his curls and making him groan.
“fuck, i need you right now,” he growled, and you’d never felt so ready for anything in your life. austin helped your out of your dress as quick as he could, careful to unzip it but hastily taking it off of you. your fingers worked to unbutton his shirt, but you only got about halfway down before he pushed your hands away and moved to undo his dress pants.
as fast as you had pulled away, austin was picking you up, holding you against the wall with one hand under your thigh and the other one working his cock, sliding it through your folds. he moaned at the feeling, teasing you slightly before you gripped his shoulder tightly, and he slid into you with ease. a stinging pain hit you as you stretched around him — it’d been a while since you’d had sex, and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d been with someone of his size. but as much pain as you felt, about ten times that of pleasure came with it, and you were a moaning mess as he began to find a rhythm inside of you.
“so fucking tight,” he cursed, pulling out and slamming back into you with the same aggressiveness every time. both of your arms moved to rest on his shoulders, pulling him closer as your fingers found home in his hair again, tugging at the roots of the curls. austin placed one hand to the wall beside your head, his other hand gripping your thigh with a bruising touch as he pounded into you at an alarming rate.
a few minutes in that position and it was growing uncomfortable for both of you, so you switched to the sink, your legs wrapped around his torso as he slid in and out of you rhythmically. you leaned your head back against the mirror, one hand gripping the edge of the sink as the other one held onto his shoulder for dear life. austin rested his forehead on your shoulder, keeping the same pace that he fucked you with, one hand moving up to wrap around your throat. you moaned at the feeling of your airways constricting just enough, his grunts growing to be faster and louder along with his thrusts, skin slapping against skin the only sound you could hear echoing in the restroom.
“you feel so fucking good,” he moaned, slowing his thrusts as he closed your eyes, focused on just feeling you. his free hand moved down to your clit, two fingers rubbing circles into you. “so wet for me, sweetheart. you like this?”
“mhm.” you were overcome by pleasure, thighs shaking under you. austin had completely stopped fucking you, letting his cock sit inside of you as he rubbed your clit gently. your hand dropped to his bicep, squeezing his muscular arms as filthy moans escaped your lips and your eyes rolled back, his fingers moving over your core.
“so pretty like this, holy fuck.” his digits were working you over beautifully, and you were feeling that familiar bubble in your stomach ready to burst all too soon. you whined, pushing his arm away as well you could; austin got the hint and began a series of thrusts again, driving his cock deeper and deeper into you. you were seeing stars, and you weren’t sure if it was from the absolute euphoria he was graciously causing or the alcohol in your system.
“i’m— oh my god.” you could barely speak, your mouth agape as you felt him hit your g-spot, his hand coming to wrap around your throat again, just how you liked. “aus—”
“fuck, come on baby.” his grunts were deep, his cock hitting you in every right position, and you were dangerously close to the edge until he pulled out of you, roughly yanking you down to flip around, your ass pressed into him as he messily found your entrance. you took a breath as he slammed into you from behind, a loud gasp leaving your lips as the new angle took you by surprise.
“you like that?” he said cockily, and you met eyes in the mirror. his hand was gripping your hair in a loose, makeshift ponytail, his other hand bruising your hip with his firm hold. your mascara was smudged, as was your dark red lipstick, and it was then when you realized how much of a mess you really looked.
you didn’t have time to think much of it, though, as austin was driving his cock into you again, and you swore you could feel it in your stomach.
“oh my god—” your hands reached out to grip the counter, and austin quickly dismissed that idea by grabbing your wrists and holding both arms behind your back. his pace quickened significantly and you felt your body jolt with every thrust. it was beginning to be too much, the overwhelming urge to spill over the edge, his cock slamming into you and most definitely hitting your cervix, his death-grip on your hair, tugging at the roots and pulling your neck back at an uncomfortable yet so so sexy position. “i can’t, i—”
“take it,” he rasped, and the tone of his voice was enough to make you shut up. austin let your hands go, offering that to you but still relentlessly pounding into you, his hips snapping back and forcing his cock deeper and deeper into you. suddenly, you felt him twitch, his thrusts stuttering, and austin cursed as he moved forward, placing a hand on the mirror in front of you. he leaned over you now, still fucking you, and you couldn’t help but watch him in the mirror — his curls damp, falling over his eyes, which were rolled back, his lip caught between his teeth before he released it and his jaw fell open as he stuttered again. he was close to his release, you could hear it in his moans, deep and raspy, his breathing heavy. the vein which ran up the side of his neck was apparent, his jaw clenched as he gave a few more good thrusts into you.
“you’re so fucking hot,” you mumbled, unsure of where the boldness for you to say that came from, but you suddenly didn’t care when you met austin’s eyes, dark and narrowed. the smirk on his face was unmatched — the coil in your stomach tightened at his look.
“you’re such a fucking slut,” he rasped, hand tangling further in your hair, tighter, and he yanked you up to his level, your neck exposed as you leaned back. “want me to make you cum? like the whore you are, bet you’d like that, huh?”
“please,” you choked out, and austin let you go pathetically, letting you falling back down as he began fucking you at an animalistic pace. his hand traced around to your clit, his fingers working over your already-sensitive bud quickly, rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves. the moans that left your lips were desperate, filthy, and austin couldn’t get enough of it.
“this feel good?” he mumbled, rounding his free hand over your ass, lifting it off and then colliding the skin together with a loud smack. you gasped, jolting forward, into austin’s fingers that flicked at your swollen bud. his other hand was squeezing your ass, pulling you closer to him as he moved his cock in and out of your entrance while playing with your clit. the feeling was beginning to be too much — you were growing sensitive, your thighs shaking and legs giving way as you leaned against the counter, moaning uncontrollably. he was pushing you to new limits, ones that you didn’t know you could reach, and it was only a matter of time before you came.
“want you to cum with me, darling,” he said, his voice much softer now as he sped up the pace of his fingers, his thrusts getting firmer. “m’ so close.”
“me too,” you barely whispered, and austin’s hand found yours on the counter, intertwining his fingers over top of yours. he pushed into you a few more times, breaths getting heavier and moans getting louder before his hips stuttered again, and you could feel yourself unravelling by the second. “aus, i’m—”
“fuck y/n.” austin jerked forward at his release, and it was the thought of him cumming that made you orgasm as well. the two of you peaked at the same time, your arm coming behind you to grab at anything, circumstantially being austin’s dress shirt, pulling him closer. austin held you to his chest, his arm wrapped around your front while yours moving back behind his head, your hand entangling in his hair as you both caught your breath.
“holy fuck,” you said, your voice barely coming out as a whisper as you leaned your head back on his shoulder. you could feel austin’s chest rise and fall, his arm tightening around you slightly.
“i can’t remember the last time i’ve had sex like that,” austin mumbled, lifting a hand to pull through his hair as you took in his words. your stomach dropped at the thought, as the last person you’d had sex with, the only person you did for the last year or two, was tyler. unfortunately you didn’t catch yourself slipping into your thoughts before austin did, and the boy frowned as he spoke up, “you okay?”
startled out of your thoughts, a little embarrassed that he had noticed you zoning out, you glanced up at him in the mirror. “what?”
“you just got really quiet,” he said, and you shook your head, moving to pull your panties up your legs. “like, at the most inconvenient time to get quiet. when we just, you know...”
“i didn’t mean to, sorry.” you ran a hand through your hair, trying to tame the mess of knots and curls as you leaned forward in the mirror. austin just watched you, slowly doing up his belt as his eyes never left your figure. after a few moments you paused, looking at him through the mirror. “quit staring at me. you do it all the time.”
“because you’re beautiful,” he said, and you felt your cheeks blush before you pressed your lips into a line and went back to fixing your appearance. austin’s eyebrows furrowed, clearly not satisfied with your strange attitude now, and he put both hands on your waist to spin you around. “hey, what are you thinking about?”
“it’s nothing,” you answered, growing a little bit annoyed at his persistence. austin apparently didn’t care, though, as he tightened his grip on you when you moved to turn back.
“talk to me.”
you stared at the boy, blue eyes daring you to spill what was on your mind. it took you a couple of seconds to debate it in your head, but ultimately you came to the idea that, hey, he’s just a guy you fucked at a wedding. no strings attached.
“you’re the first person i’ve had sex with since me and my boyfriend broke up,” you said finally, and austin’s features softened at the admittance. “i’ve been reminded of him all day and it just hurts, kinda.”
“oh,” he said. fuck. you felt terrible now. you’d just had sex with this man, really fucking good sex, and now you’re telling him about how you’re still hung up over your ex. he probably felt so awkward. “i get it.”
surprised, you looked up at him. “what?”
“i get it,” he said with a shrug, and you furrowed your eyebrows at him. “i dated a girl for nearly ten years, and it’s probably gonna take me longer than that to actually get over it. i understand.”
that was not what you expected him to say, but you couldn’t be upset. that was, for some reason, exactly what you needed to hear, despite the lack of helpful advice. it was still comforting, knowing your feelings were valid and that ultimately, you weren’t alone.
“it’s hard, getting over them,” austin spoke again, “but it’s necessary. sometimes you just gotta take the first leap.”
you looked at him for a long while, eyes narrowing and lips pursing together. it wasn’t for a couple moments before you decided to go for it, and you stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to austin’s. taking a second, austin kissed you back, his hands on your hips before you leaned back down, smiling up at him.
“the first leap,” you repeated.
“i mean, i would’ve thought you getting your shit railed out in the bathroom at a wedding by a stranger would be the very first leap, but whatever works for you,” he said, and you rolled your eyes as he laughed and grabbed your face to kiss you again.
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